Russell Knight is not your average geek. Sure, he may seem like the quiet, shy, and vulnerable guy in school. But there is far more to Russel than meets the eye.
At just 10 years old, Russell had already gone through the heartache of losing both of...
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Russell
I toss and turn on my bed. It's been about a month and a half since the classes have started. I'm still thinking about that kiss in the cafeteria. About how Kim and Brandon bombarded us with questions and scolded us for not telling them we were going out.
Of course, it's not true, but to make Craig believe it, we also had to tell the rest of the gang, including Kim and Brandon that we are dating. So, I guess, now... We don't just have to pretend to be dating in front of Craig, but also in our own dorm while Brandon and Kim cone over. This is getting out of hand, and I'm ni6 sure Samantha is ok with all of this. I don't think I thought this through all the way. Maybe I hesitated and acted abruptly because I was just afraid to see her getting hurt by that asshole.
To make matters worse, tomorrow night is my next match, and the night before, as usual, I get nervous. My body feels so tense, and my palms are clammy with cold sweat as I continue to toss and turn from the frustration I am feeling.
I've been training like crazy every night without stopping. I feel like I'm finally improving, but Joe warned me, the guy that I will be fighting with tomorrow night is good, really good. He warned me that my opponent is an actual professional fighter. If all goes well, I could be sponsored by someone, and I will be opened to greater opportunities.
I decided to get out of bed and grab a glass of water. I went directly towards the kitchen, and grab a glass full of ice and water to try and relax myself.
Though we're near mid-autumn, the weather has been quite unpredictable this year, keeping this night feeling like I had left the oven on all night! It's freaking hot, very hot tonight.
Just as I endulge in the last gulp of my ice cold water, I hear a grunt, and Samantha comes out of her room, wearing her long t-shirt and tiny shorts. I'm guessing she's going to grab a drink for herself as well. She barely manages to open her eyes, her hair all messy and she stumbles a bit while trying to maintain her balance afoot. I gotta say that even with her hair all messy, she still looks beautiful.
I chuckle as I see her coming into our kitchen. I find her completely attractive, I'm battling to maintain being a complete gentleman with her; just like my uncle taught me to be, respect a lady and treat her like a queen.
"Morning sunshine!" I chuckle as I place the glass down on the sink and allow her to walk past me towards the refrigerator. She grunts, looking at her wristwatch. "It's barely three a.m., Russ. This is not fair. It's soooo hooottt." she whines, slumping her shoulders and grunting in frustration, making me chuckle.
She opens the door and grabs a soda can out, popping it open and taking long sips from it. She sighs, still half asleep and sits on the bar stool closest to her. "How can you stand this weather? I figured it would have cooled down already. Gee's, it freaking rained just the night before...this is not fair. I want my sweater weather now." she whines, placing her forehead against the kitchen island. I chuckle, taking her soda and sipping from it.
