Page 33 of Blinded By Hate
“Touch gloves?” The ref asks but they don’t do anything making the ref step back. “On the count of three. One, two, three!” The bell rings and Hayden lunges at Eric, full speed punching him in the jaw.
Everyone in the crowd winces and cheers as they watch Hayden strike at Eric. Eric doesn’t tumble down but he holds his jaw. Hayden goes to strike at Eric again, but he moves out of the way and thrusts his fist into Hayden’s torso.
After that, punches start flying to the head and chest. They both go at it, not stopping. The boys are spitting out blood as they punch each other.
“He's gotten better,” I turn my head and see Alexa watching Hayden fight.
“He's good at what he does.” I say.
Alexa turns her head to look at me up and down before meeting my eyes. “I don't see why he would choose you. You don't seem like his type at all. You’re too good.”
“I don't either, but I guess he likes what he likes right? Or loves?” I give her a fake smile but she just returns it back.
Alexa raises her eyebrow. “He said he loved you. That's such a lie. Hayden Night doesn't love anything or anyone. He only cares about himself.”
I turn my body to face her. “See that's where you're wrong. You may have known him throughout high school, but you have no idea what he has been through or what he's like. You don't know Hayden.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if the next time I see him, you aren’t wrapped around his arm. Enjoy the fight.”
Alexa flips her hair like a fucking diva she thinks she is before walking away from me.
I roll my eyes and focus back on the fight.
I hear a bell ring and Hayden throws Eric on the floor. Hayden holds him down as the countdown starts.
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10.
The crowd goes crazy and the ref pulls Hayden off of Eric.
A medic attends to Eric as the ref holds Hayden’s fist in the air.
“Your winner! Hayden Night!”
Fourteen
Jaclyn
Present
“Okay, baby. I love you so much.” I kneel down to be at eye level with Junior. I pull Junior in my arms and he lays his head against my chest as I hold him tightly. I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry when saying goodbye to him. “You promise you’ll be good for Brandon?” Junior nods his head against me and sniffles.
When I told Junior I was leaving and won’t be back for almost a month, he started to cry and ask me why I was leaving and if I would ever come back.
I explained to him that I was going on a work trip and that I’ll be back. I told him that we will FaceTime every night before he goes to bed, even if that means I have to wake up early to see him and say I love him.
Brandon said that he will mostly be sleeping over at my apartment since Junior’s room is there but if anything, he can always go to his apartment too.
My mom said that she will fly to New York to stay with Junior for a week to make sure he’s okay. She doesn’t fully trust her only grandchild with my friendly neighbor yet.
“Please don’t leave,” Junior mumbles against my shoulder.
I look up at Brandon and see him giving me a sympathetic look.
When I told Brandon my plans, the real ones, he almost lost his shit. He never thought I’d be the type of person to go to Hayden’s wedding, especially after all the shit that happened.
But I just can’t help myself.
The dreams I’ve had lately almost always focus on him and in each dream he always tells me how much he misses me and then he kisses me, stealing away my breath.