Practice

Finally after seeing my mother sleeping peacefully for an hour. I made my way to the Gym where I had my shift starting soon. I wish life was a little bit easy for me. I might had someone to share my pain with, to tell them how much pain I was in, I wish I had someone by my side who could say that everything will turn out well. For a moment, I thought that might be Jason could be that person for me. But again it's not easy for me to live happily. And he is probably busy with his Miss. mosquito. I willed myself to not roll my eyes.

I again felt my heart getting heavy, but thankfully I made it to the gym. I entered it hurriedly.

I looked that boxing ring was being cleaned and people were gathering around it more than the last time I had been here. Curiously I walked towards it to ask someone what was going on.

I was about to ask someone about the scenario going on when I saw more guys having their sleeves covered with tattoos entering the gym. I eyed them all to see the hunk who was leading them had some piercing in his bottom lip. He seemed to be about 6 feet with bulk, I mean he seemed all muscles.

"Dude that's," I started saying something when a voice interrupted.

"That's my opponent for today," Damon said still eyeing the guy from before. I turned around to see him standing right behind my shoulder.

"You fight here?" I asked him.

"Of course I do, you think I made all this, " he as usual motioned to his bulging biceps "just for show?" He said smirking.

"Yes," I admitted nodding my head nonchalantly.

He suddenly turned all his attention to me and said, "you just wait, I'll show you he is certainly no match to me." He said proudly.

"Let's see then," I said looking around.

I turned around away from the hustle, and went to the stall where my boss was sitting gathering some stuff.

"Well, it's good that you are here." he said cheerfully looking at me. At which I responded by my own small smile.

"I will leave this counter to you," he said moving out of his chair.

"But what am I supposed to do?" I asked him hesitantly.

"Oh, uhh, yeah," he said rubbing his neck, "here you see," he pointed to the papers sitting on the table," one of this goes for Damon and the other is for Jackson, his opponent, whoever comes here for the bet put it on the respective guy, but stop it as soon as the fight starts. Is that okay?" He asked once he completed explaining it to me.

"Umm, yea, I guess I can do that." I mumbled.

"Hey," A guy said I looked up at him and waited for him to say something. "I wanna place my bet," I took the pen Mr. boss has left here. "Alright on whom?" I asked him.

"Are you on the list?" He asked flirtishly.

I rolled my eyes at him. "if that was your stupid attempt at flirting, then bro you seriously need a teacher."

I averted my eyes from him to look at the ring at which the announcer aka Damon's father was standing inviting the opponents against each other.

I saw people coming to me to make the bet.

"Alright, make it fast. Because the fight is going to start soon and after that I'm not allowed to take bets." I explained to them.

After carefully placing the money on its place.

I looked at the ring where Damon and his opponent stood close to each other.

The hunk Damon was fighting seemed pretty scary but that did nothing to scare Damon, well he was a fighter himself.

The opponent made the first move and threw a hard punch at Damon's left jaw, but thankfully he was fast enough to block the blow. He then reciprocated with a kick in his right side of ribcage at which the opponent backed off. The opponent stood up again gaining his posture but Damon gave him no time and went on punching him. That made Jackson throwing a strong kick in Damon's abdomen.

Taking advantage of his sudden change Jackson suddenly threw punches at Damon's left cheekbone. But successfully Damon was able to block many of the blows. And then he kicked Jackson again that caught him off guard and he successfully gave him a concussion after punching him on the right side of his neck.

"And the winner is Our Hunter!" his father cheered in the microphone at which the crowd roared and clapped.

I was cleaning the counter as all of the gym was a mess after people left it,

"So what do you think?" Damon's voice from my left asked.

"You were good at it," I simply replied and continued to mop the floor now.

"What?" He shrieked suddenly and said, "don't you think I was hot or thoughtful and great at the fight and that I deserved it?"

"I told you, you were good at it. But you still had stuff to work over," I told him shrugging. "So you are saying you fight?" He asked. "Umm, No, I don't."

"Then how do you know it?" He asked suspiciously. "I used to fight free style before, but no longer." I answered him truthfully. "Okay tell me where I was lacking back then," he asked me standing right in front of me.

"Ohh, okay let's see," I said thinking.

"You have fast speed, but you act on impulse," I paused for a moment recalling his moves from the fight, "you have powerful punches, but all of those are not precise, you need to work on your precisions." I told him.

"Ohh, okay, I mean Wow!" He said excitedly. I looked at him confused. "You just told me all of that by looking at me once," he put his arm on my shoulder and said, "That's one of many reasons I like you," he said jokingly.

"Of course, I'm so great," I said sarcastically.

I was about to clean the ring when my phone started to ring. I didn't bother to look at it and moved towards the ring to clear it out so that I might go to hospital.

"Your phone keeps on ringing I guess it's your lover," Damon's voice stopped me from doing whatever I was doing.