“Shit, Alex, you look like a fucking beast right now. All you need is some smoke coming out of your ears.” Vince held up his fists and beckoned him closer. Alex didn’t want to do any fancy moves. All he wanted at that moment was to beat Vince’s ass and get out all of this anger that suddenly filled him. He charged Vince and saw the fucker smiling. “That’s it, buddy, don’t hold back.”
They came together in a tangle of fists and kicks, each one knocking the other in every available spot. Alex got hit in the gut more times than he cared to admit, but he got a good uppercut to Vince, causing the other guy’s lip to split wide open.
“Motherfucker.” Vince stumbled back and swiped his thumb across his mouth, bringing it down to look at the crimson smear on his hand. His face turned an angry shade of red, but Alex didn’t give a fuck if he pissed the fighter off. Vince had wanted to fight, and when he started talking about Mary all hell had broken loose.
“What the fuck is going on?” The sound of Dylan’s voice boomed throughout the gym, and Alex realized everything was eerily silent. Looking around he noticed all the fighters had stopped what they were doing and stared at them. “I asked what the fuck was going on.” Dylan stood on the other side of the ring and glared at both of them. His short blond hair stood up on end, and by the sweat dripping from his body it was clear the big fucker had been training. “This is a fucking training center. If you assholes want to fight dirty do it someplace else, you feel me?”
Alex nodded and sent a glare at Vince who was already staring at him. “Go ice your fucking face, Alex. Vince, get the blood cleaned off the mat,” Dylan barked out and turned, but not before he muttered something about young dumbasses.
Alex turned and climbed out of the cage and made his way to the back medical room. He grabbed a gel-pack from the freezer and slammed the door closed a little harder than necessary. God, he was acting ridiculous, getting pissed at his friends, and over what? Some girl he had just met? She was going to be his fucking tutor, yet here he was, with a fucking hard-on for her. He sat his ass on a chair and slapped the cold pack on his bruised cheek. Maybe that was all it was: getting between her legs.
“Shit.” He ran his hand through his damp hair and hung his head between his shoulders. He was losing it, and going ape shit crazy on his friends over it. It had to be the fact Mary wasn’t like any other female he had gone after before. She was just so good, clean, and wholesome. The chicks he went after were already there waiting for him, their panties down and their legs spread. They didn’t wear clothes that covered more than they showed, and they certainly weren’t smart enough to tutor idiots like him. The sound of the door opening had him dreading talking to Dylan about what his problem was, because honestly he had no fucking clue.
“Dylan, man, I’m sorry about that. I just snapped over some stupid shit.” And it was stupid, given the fact there was nothing between him and Mary. He lifted his head when Dylan didn’t respond and saw Vince leaning against the wall right across from him. Shit, he felt like a damn asshole, but he was still pissed that Vince had said that shit about Mary.
“What’s up?” The nonchalant greeting had Alex straightening and eyeing Vince suspiciously. Vince grinned and pushed off the wall, moving toward him. “You were hella crazy back there.” He opened the fridge and grabbed a gel pack from the compartment, pressing it again his already swelling eye. “Never seen you get that fierce.” He leaned against the fridge and stared at Alex.
“What, man?”
“I mean, that girl yours or something? That why you went ballistic when I was talking about her?” Vince saying anything about Mary had him curling his hand into a fist and gritting his teeth. He looked at the ground and tried to calm the fuck down.
“Nah, she isn’t mine. She is actually going to tutor me.” He looked back at Vince who hadn’t said anything and continued to stare.
“Yeah?”
Alex nodded, knowing what Vince was going to say next. The MMA fighter was a big motherfucker, and fell into the heavyweight category. His black hair was shaved close to his head, and his equally dark eyes never revealed anything. He was a scary bastard, and a fighter no one fucked with, but something had snapped inside of Alex when he was locked in the cage with him, and what started off as friendly sparring and grappling had ended up in him snapping and taking it too far. This was the guy he considered a close friend for years, but all it had taken was Vince saying something about a girl that he had only known for a few fucking days.