Round four went the same way, and by then we were both sweating and breathing heavily.But the anger didn't fade as I hoped it would.
Which only pissed me off more.
When the fifth round started, I didn’t wait.I went straight at him.
“You know what the problem is?”I snapped, throwing a punch that he blocked easily.
Asshole.
“What’s that?”he said, ducking another.
“Chase.”
My fist slammed into his guard.
“That guy is such a fucking—”
I swung again.
Benji slipped it.
“—dick.”
My breath came harder now as the words started spilling out.
“He called her a fucking whore,” I growled.“Right to her face.As if she”—Benji swung and I blocked—“was the one who deserved it.Degraded her right to my fucking face.”
Punch.
Block.
“Talked about her like she was nothing.”
Dunk.
Punch.
“He deserved what he got.”
Benji absorbed another hit on his forearms.
“And then she gets pissed at me,” I continued, throwing another strike, “likeI’mthe one who did something wrong.”
He countered with a quick jab that clipped my shoulder.
“She said I should’ve just walked away.”I laughed bitterly and swung again.“Like hell was I going to stand there and listen to that asshole run his mouth about her.”
Benji blocked again.
“Then he brings up my fucking sister,” I muttered, my jaw tightening.“Fuck that.”
My fist slammed against his guard.
“So yeah,” I finished harshly.“I decided to teach him a lesson.”
Another swing.
“And Savannah gets mad at me for it.Me!What the absolute fuck?”
