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KNOCKOUT Fifty-Four
"Well, Cheyenne," I said as I pushed my empty tray forward an inch and leaned back with my hand on my stomach. "What are your plans today? Want to go on a tour of campus? I'll need one, or I'll get lost." "I'm free for the rest of the day. I only had two classes today. A tour would be good. I can walk off all this food. Plus, I can see you as the type to get lost all the time." She laughed, and I shrugged because it was true. "What about you?" I nudged Mark's side with my elbow, still loving that he was close enough to me that I barely had to move to touch him. He turned to look down at me. There was silence between us as I got lost in his green eyes. In just the right light, I could see the flecks of yellow and blue in them. They were mesmerizing, and I didn't want to look away. "I could hang out for a little bit." Turning away, so he didn't see my blush, I stood and grabbed my empty tray. Cheyenne lifted her eyebrows at me as we walked to the trashc
KNOCKOUT Fifty-Five
I won the first game, and so she challenged me to another. She racked this time, and I went to break. I leaned over the table and lined up the cue ball. I pulled my arm back to take my shot when someone came up from behind and placed their hands on my waist. "Hey, baby. How you doin'?" I groaned in disgust, and Cheyenne heard and saw my face. My tongue ran over the front of my top teeth as I tried to hold back my anger. I stood up straight, and he turned me around, pushing my butt against the table. "It would be wise for you and your balls to walk away." I looked up at him and glared. He smirked down at me. "Sounds like you like to get rough. I can get down with that." He smirked bigger and added a wink. "Seriously, Trent? You have no clue what she can do. You're going to want to walk away now." He smiled at Cheyenne over my shoulder as I lifted the pool stick, ready to skewer it through his foot if he didn't let me go. "I like a girl with ski
KNOCKOUT Fifty-Six
"Cheyenne, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't know!" I turned over in my bed and pulled my blanket up and over my head. She was silent before she started talking again. I groaned. "All I'm saying is that I think you guys would be cute together." She laughed at my annoyance. I was over the embarrassment of my obvious crush and had moved on to the frustration of being pushed to do something about it. "Cheyenne, I get it. You think I should go out with him, but I don't know him that well, and I don't even know how he feels. Can we please just drop it?" I grabbed my phone off of the top of my dresser next to my bed and began to scroll through social media. "You're just like, Deidra. It took her months to man up and approach her boyfriend." I looked at her, eyebrows pulled together. Deidra and I hadn't met yet. She ended up spending the night in her boyfriend's room and hadn't been back to the dorm. "It's only been a week for me. Calm do
KNOCKOUT Fifty-Seven
I tensed, expecting to see Jessie. There was something about my past that just seemed to stick with me like a curse. I could sense the train coming, but I couldn't get out of its way. It was a separate life. I wanted to keep it far, far away from my current one. Jessie was an immature relationship, to say the least. Him, his friends, our school… everything about it was toxic, and I wanted to rid myself of that history and those memories. The man who approached wasn't who I thought, but I knew he was friends with Jessie. That association immediately made me dislike him more than before. Alex. He was the man who had covered for Jessie one time at The Shack and was a complete asshole when I was grieving the loss of my best friend. He had treated me like trash and made me feel unwanted and unwelcome. "Hey, do I know you?" He tilted his head to the side, looking at me. I licked my lips, nodding as I tried to hold back my anger. The dark chuckle tha
KNOCKOUT Fifty-Eight
"I'm always ready. Bring it." He smiled at my enthusiasm. I turned to face my opponent, and my confidence was obliterated. In the ring was a huge monster of a man, and it looked like he was all muscle. He rivaled the majority of WWE fighters and was on the verge of being cast by Hollywood to play a giant. A nervous look back to Mark, and I noticed that everyone had gathered to watch me get squished like a grape. I turned back quickly before meeting Mark's gaze, not wanting him to see the terror on my face. Although, he was also in the prime position to witness me shit my pants, so that wasn't good either. I tried to focus. I pulled on every memory that I ever had that made me angry to fuel my fire and get me mentally prepared to take down the beast before me. Hans announced my competition as the Crusher, and I could only assume it was because he liked to crush people between the tree trucks he called thighs. Either that or he just took them to the ground until they s
KNOCKOUT Fifty-Nine
Crusher approached me cautiously, with his palms raised toward me as if I were a beaten animal trapped in a corner. "Alright, girl. You did well. It's over." My head turned a fraction of an inch, wanting to look to Hans to confirm it was, in fact, over and to make sure it wasn't a trap, but I was smart enough not to take my eyes off of the man in front of me. As soon as I did, he could end me. I took a fast step back when he took another step forward. The moment he realized I was still prepared to fight, he moved back to the other end of the cage, placing his back against the fence. That meant nothing to me. I've seen how fast some of these guys could cross the small, confined space. The click of the metal door unlocking, followed by the squeal of it being opened helped to shake me from my fog. Mark walked in front of me, his warm hands wrapping around the tops of my fists, lowering them to my sides. "You were amazing." He whispered as he grabbed my c
KNOCKOUT Sixty
"Cobra!" The irritating voice called out, and I let out a breath of disappointment as Mark pulled away from me. I turned and glared at Junior. "What do you want, Junior?" I growled at the man who had just interrupted one of the most perfect moments of my life. Mark patted my thigh just above the knee before standing up off the bench we had been sharing. My head shot around to look at him, not caring about the man who now had another strike against him. Mark had masked his face, hiding any emotion from me and leaving me with more disappointment than I had expected. I wanted to know how he felt about what almost happened between us. Based on our interaction beforehand, I assumed that he wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss him, but unless he spoke to me or kissed me, I wouldn't know for certain. "Sorry to interrupt, but I still need to bring you to your surprise. It's really important." Alex raised his eyebrows at me, seeming impatient and irritated th
KNOCKOUT Sixty- One
"Mark!" I scolded as I tried to pull my hoodie down, aware of the unwelcome eyes on my skin. "I'm fine! Would you let go of my top?" He dropped the fabric, leaving his hand to still hold onto the end of it. His head tilted up from my injury to look at my face. "Sorry," was all he said, but his eyes stayed locked on me. I glanced at his lips, trying my best to push the thought out into the universe for him to kiss me. His eyes glanced down to my mouth, and I tried to hold back the smile of excitement. "Your lower lip is really swollen from that shot to your jaw. Come on, we need to get ice on that and then maybe a warm shower, so you don't get too sore." He turned toward the dorm, grabbing my hand as my jaw dropped in disbelief. He did not just do that to me again. When he pulled his hand away from mine to open the door for me, I let my own drop into the pocket of my hoodie. Mark seemed oblivious to my state of frustration and let his hand fall to my l
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