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He fixed his button up shirt and glanced around at his clients. "Fine, but your going to fight Sean the shark." he informed and pointed at a guy much bigger than me.

Sean wore a shirt with a shark on it and looked like he was on some strong drugs. His lazy eyes were red rimmed and his black hair was messy like he was pulling on it.

"Deal." I told Raul and shook his hand before returning back to Frankie. I sat next to him and noticed he was on his third beer.

I looked back at Sean and saw Raul informing him he was fighting me next. Sean glanced at me and smirked like it was going to be the easiest fight.

Oh how wrong he was. Size didn't matter when it came down to fighting and obviously he didn't know that yet.

"Are you fighting?" Frankie questioned.

I turned my attention back to him and nodded. Frankie groaned in disagreement and bought another beer to control his nerves.

He hated watching me fight because it scared him I would get hurt and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

I playfully slapped his cheek in comfort and was glad he gave me a small smile in return.

I patiently waited for my turn to fight and once it did I entered the boxing ring. I fixed my shoes and took off my tank top, leaving me only in my black gym shorts.

Sean entered the ring like a proud fighter and took off his shirt as well. I glanced around and saw a lot of the men bidding.

That was a good sign. The more money the better.

We both waited for the bell to ring and I took the opportunity to stretch as best as I could. Sean punched the air as if showing me what was going to happen.

I smiled at his pathetic threat and kept my calm until the bell finally rang. We both faced eachother and held our fists close to our faces.

Sean went for the cheapest shot ever and tried to punch me on my left side but I blocked it and punched him with my right arm.

He stumbled back a little and wiped his bloody nose. I could now see the anger in his eyes and I loved it.

The familiar adrenaline coursed through my body as Sean aggressively punched the side of my torso and then tried to hit the left side of my face again but I was able to block it.

I went for the left jab and got him right on the nose again causing a snapping noise to erupt. He cursed out loud in anger when he realized I broke his nose.

I smiled and was not surprised to feel all of Sean's stength with every punch he tried to give me. He got the right side of my torso then my eye but that was about it.

I don't know why but as I held Sean in a headlock the brat's face appeared in my mind.

I could still feel his soft lips on my own and it made me weak. I kissed a guy and I was acting like it didn't happen. Was I turning gay?

I didn't realize I was on the floor until I felt blood spilling out of my mouth. What the hell happened? Sean punched me several times until I shook away all my thoughts of the brat.

"Royce! Get up!" I heard Frankie yell as I did exactly that. I switched places with Sean and collided my fists with his face until it swelled like a cherry and blood oozed out of his eyes, nose and ears.

The bell dinged twice indicating the match was over.

I tiredly stood up and was helped out of the boxing ring. Raul quickly embraced me in a manly hug and placed my money in my hand.

"Good work, Royce. See you next time." he stated then left to check up on an unconscious Sean.

Frankie approached me with a wet towel and started to clean my injuries. "You got a big one on your left eye man and your stomach is bruised like crazy." he informed.

"They'll heal." I replied and started to count my money. Frankie guided me out of the gym and helped me put back on my tank top.

"Do you need help getting home?" he questioned in worry. I shook my head no and gave him half of the money I got.

Frankie rejected it and handed the bills back to me. "You earned that all on your own, Royce. I'm not the one with the badly bruised body and busted eye. I want to see you try to explain that to your dad." he replied.

I shrugged and placed my money in my gym shorts. "He'll get over it. I'm just surprised I even got hurt in the first place. I never end up with the bruises." I stated.

"Well something was on your mind that obviously distracted you. What was it?" he questioned with curiosity.

The brat's face flashed in my mind again but I quickly blurred it out. "I'm not really sure." I lied to Frankie.

Frankie nodded then took out the keys to his apartment. "Alright, well I need to open the bar early tomorrow so I'll see you some other time man." he replied and gave me a quick hug before leaving.

I waved goodbye and started to make my way back home. I hoped and prayed my dad wouldn't give me so much crap for my injuries...

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Royce's P.O.V continued...

"You could of gotten yourself killed Royce!"

"Do you not care about your own health?!"

"I don't know why you were out there fighting when you should of been grounded!"

"Are you falling asleep?!"

I stood up straight in my seat and realized my dad was still lecturing me. I glanced at him and saw his eyes furious as he stood tall with his arms crossed.

I can't believe my dad's lecturing was putting me to sleep.

Pablo was leaning by the doorframe with the same disappointed look and crossed arms.

"Dad, relax. The bruises will heal." I tried defending myself and inspected my bruises scattered on my chest and torso.

I poked them and laughed a little when I noticed one looked like a disformed shoe.

"Royce!" my dad yelled causing me to flinch at his sudden high voice.

"What?" I questioned and got an irritated stare. My dad left my room in a hurry and I chuckled when I heard him mumble curse words.

He was really mad.

Pablo followed my dad and I groaned in anger when they left the door open. I stood up and went to close it but stopped when I saw the annoying brat peeking out of his room.

It was his fault I was this badly bruised and the reason my dad found out about my fighting. Without second thinking it, I rushed over to his room and locked us both inside of it.

His weird freckled friend wasn't here which gave me the perfect chance to mess with him.

"U-Uh..Royce? Are you o-okay?" he stupidly stuttered out as I pinned him to the corner of the wall.

"It's your fault I got hurt. I swear everything was so much better before you and your whore of a mother came here." I spit in his face in anger and watched as he coward down like an unwanted puppy.

I roughly grabbed his chin and made him stare at me. "Look at me you stupid brat. I'm done defending you and being nice, so next time you get hurt that's your problem and I hope they beat you to a bloody mess." I continued spitting my vicious words.

Hot tears formed in his eyes as I kept my tight grip on his chin. I had a feeling it was going to bruise so I let him go.

I left his room and locked myself in mine. All through that night I tossed and turned in my bed.

Why was it so difficult to fall asleep?!

I got up to get a glass of water but stopped when I heard the brat's muffled crying outside his door. It sounded so broken and hurt it actually surprised me.

I carefully opened his door and saw him on the floor with his legs tucked into his chest and his arms wrapped around them.

Everything happened so fast, that I didn't know why I entered his room and sat next to him as he cried.

And I also didn't know why I gently picked him up and placed him on my lap.

But most of all, I didn't know why I softly kissed his teary eyes then his wet lips to stop him from crying...