So, a job, huh?
Chris and I had kissed a few times since we started dating, yet I still wasn’t sure I even wanted to be dating him. One thing was for sure—Alexa’s nagging wasn’t helping me figure it out.Ty reached across the table and put his hand on mine. She’s right, you know. He leaned in. I was at the last fight. I saw how you were with Chris. He jumped in to save you from that guy who was bugging you, and you barely said thank you to him before you ran back to sit next to me, and your eyes were on Ian the entire time.
So? Was I supposed to be all, ‘Oh, my hero!’? I’m not like that. I can take care of myself.Ty’s eyes widened. Are you listening to yourself right now? You are so full of shit. That whole evening, you had been telling me how you liked to pretend the fighters were fighting for your honor. He lifted his hand as if to wave me off.I responded by waving him off too, but didn’t say a word. Damn, I had to be drunk. Usually I had a comeback for this kind of stuff.
Whatever, MacKenzie. And then there was the way you kept on flying to the cage anytime Ian was hit.That’s my job, I said. God, what the hell was this, an intervention?
What about the ride to the ER? What was that in the back of my car? I saw him holding you. Damn, y’all are both idiots.
They might be right, I did like Ian, but so what, he would never be mine, and I still thought I could make things work with Chris. Maybe. Can we please talk about something else? I said, flagging down a waitress and ordering another round of shots.Aaah, I yelled. Yeah, I was ready.
The door opened and Chris slipped in. My hopping instantly slowed at the sight of him. His face was mangled. His nose ballooned out, obviously broken, and he had a black eye.Jonah met him near the door. Chris, what the fuck happened?
Chris smiled through a fat lip. Nothing. You should see the other guy. Let’s get you ready for the fight, he said to me.I looked him over; something about him made me feel on edge. His eyes darted nervously around the room, and he laughed.