face does that thing I hate again. Smug bastard.
You stop looking smug too.
Before he can continue, there is a sharp knock on the door. Annoyed, but grateful that our conversation is cut off, I call, “Come in.”
Two male faces I’m not familiar with appear in the doorway. One is tall, skinny, dark haired, and pale. He looks like someone from the BBC channel. Damn Maxx and her British show obsession. The other is slightly shorter, tan, skinny, and with shaggy hair that reminds me of someone from MT.V..
Yeah. I think you’re right. I watch too much television.
“Can we help you?” My arms fold across my bare chest.
“Sorry to interrupt,” the British looking one speaks. “I’m Tony, Frank’s new tech guy, and this is Stuart the photographer. Frank wanted us to get a couple warm up shots of each of the fighters to post online.”
Tony. So this is the asshole who thinks he’s worthy of my best friend. Not at all what I pictured. The sight of him causes me to tense more. What the hell does she see in this sheepish looking asshole? He’s nothing like me.
Wait. That’s the point isn’t it?
“Sure.” I remain professional. Extending my hand for each of them to shake I introduce myself, “I’m Unbreakable.”
After a quick shake I look over my shoulder at Luke whose mouth is agape. What the hell is his problem? Confused I clear my throat instructing him to speak up. To my surprise it takes an extra minute for him to catch on.
“I be Luke. I mean Luke be me. I mean, Luke I am.” The ramblings out of his mouth as he fumbles to extend his hand for Stuart to take are frightening. I’ve seen Luke in various states. Smug because he’s right. Smug because he thinks he’s right. Smug because he’s taken. Smug because he’s single. But this babbling idiot routine is not on the list.
“Your father,” Tony finishes the sentence and chuckles slightly under his breath. I stare at him not responding. Clearing his throat he quickly tries to explain, “You know, from Star Wars?”
Oh yeah. Because I’ve never seen Star Wars.
“I know. Just didn’t think it was funny.”
It wasn’t. Don’t pretend because you think you like him more.
“Serious before a fight?” Stuart speaks up again and Luke doesn’t say anything else. “Should make for some great shots.”
“Every picture of me is a great shot.” The cockiness in my tone is followed by Stuart raising his camera.
Fact.
“Just continue your routine as normal. Pretend we’re not even here,” Tony says pulling out his cell phone.
I wish he wasn’t here. And you. You stop looking at him like that. The guy’s a loser.
“No problem,” I sneer and turn back around to begin ghost jabbing, another way I like to loosen up my muscles.
A faint sound of heels catches my attention and apparently Tony’s as well because he turns around just as Erin is passing by. Quickly he stops her and whispers something low that makes her giggle.
Loudly she says, “Don’t worry lover boy. I’ll tell her.”
She doesn’t even bother shooting me a look, a mission clear on her face.
Lover boy? What? She’s on his side now too?
I clench my taped fingers tighter as I sketch Tony’s smiling face into my brain. It doesn’t matter that I’m fighting T-Bone tonight because the face that I’m going to see my knuckles cracking into a million pieces will be the one that just passed a secret message to my biggest cheerleader.
Chapter 10
Maxx
“Take off your underwear,” Erin demands.
Pulling down the dress I refuse. “Absolutely not. It’s bad enough that I have to wear this see through thing on stage in front of all those people, but now you want me to take off my underwear? What? Do I have Kardashian written on my forehead?”
“First off, you’re the one who insisted on wanting the black and white zebra print dress.” She refers to my Ring Side Girl ensemble that happens to be a halter dress with a pair of black heels that are going to kill my
You stop looking smug too.
Before he can continue, there is a sharp knock on the door. Annoyed, but grateful that our conversation is cut off, I call, “Come in.”
Two male faces I’m not familiar with appear in the doorway. One is tall, skinny, dark haired, and pale. He looks like someone from the BBC channel. Damn Maxx and her British show obsession. The other is slightly shorter, tan, skinny, and with shaggy hair that reminds me of someone from MT.V..
Yeah. I think you’re right. I watch too much television.
“Can we help you?” My arms fold across my bare chest.
“Sorry to interrupt,” the British looking one speaks. “I’m Tony, Frank’s new tech guy, and this is Stuart the photographer. Frank wanted us to get a couple warm up shots of each of the fighters to post online.”
Tony. So this is the asshole who thinks he’s worthy of my best friend. Not at all what I pictured. The sight of him causes me to tense more. What the hell does she see in this sheepish looking asshole? He’s nothing like me.
Wait. That’s the point isn’t it?
“Sure.” I remain professional. Extending my hand for each of them to shake I introduce myself, “I’m Unbreakable.”
After a quick shake I look over my shoulder at Luke whose mouth is agape. What the hell is his problem? Confused I clear my throat instructing him to speak up. To my surprise it takes an extra minute for him to catch on.
“I be Luke. I mean Luke be me. I mean, Luke I am.” The ramblings out of his mouth as he fumbles to extend his hand for Stuart to take are frightening. I’ve seen Luke in various states. Smug because he’s right. Smug because he thinks he’s right. Smug because he’s taken. Smug because he’s single. But this babbling idiot routine is not on the list.
“Your father,” Tony finishes the sentence and chuckles slightly under his breath. I stare at him not responding. Clearing his throat he quickly tries to explain, “You know, from Star Wars?”
Oh yeah. Because I’ve never seen Star Wars.
“I know. Just didn’t think it was funny.”
It wasn’t. Don’t pretend because you think you like him more.
“Serious before a fight?” Stuart speaks up again and Luke doesn’t say anything else. “Should make for some great shots.”
“Every picture of me is a great shot.” The cockiness in my tone is followed by Stuart raising his camera.
Fact.
“Just continue your routine as normal. Pretend we’re not even here,” Tony says pulling out his cell phone.
I wish he wasn’t here. And you. You stop looking at him like that. The guy’s a loser.
“No problem,” I sneer and turn back around to begin ghost jabbing, another way I like to loosen up my muscles.
A faint sound of heels catches my attention and apparently Tony’s as well because he turns around just as Erin is passing by. Quickly he stops her and whispers something low that makes her giggle.
Loudly she says, “Don’t worry lover boy. I’ll tell her.”
She doesn’t even bother shooting me a look, a mission clear on her face.
Lover boy? What? She’s on his side now too?
I clench my taped fingers tighter as I sketch Tony’s smiling face into my brain. It doesn’t matter that I’m fighting T-Bone tonight because the face that I’m going to see my knuckles cracking into a million pieces will be the one that just passed a secret message to my biggest cheerleader.
Chapter 10
Maxx
“Take off your underwear,” Erin demands.
Pulling down the dress I refuse. “Absolutely not. It’s bad enough that I have to wear this see through thing on stage in front of all those people, but now you want me to take off my underwear? What? Do I have Kardashian written on my forehead?”
“First off, you’re the one who insisted on wanting the black and white zebra print dress.” She refers to my Ring Side Girl ensemble that happens to be a halter dress with a pair of black heels that are going to kill my
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