Maverick the Merciless? Another fight?
“How many people has he fought tonight?”
“This is number four,” answers Dee.
Oh my God.
“That’s crazy,” I say.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” says Dee.
Nix walks over with a towel and a bottle of water for Maverick. He takes the mouth guard out and offers him water. Next, he uses the towel to wipe his Maverick’s face and chest. They walk over to our little group.
“What the fuck are you doing here? I can’t fucking escape you,” says Maverick.
“It’s a free fucking country, bastard.”
“Not for your kind,” he flings back.
“You’re a hurt little boy, Maverick,” I taunt.
Maverick doesn’t look like he’s fought four people tonight. His face is a little puffy and there’s a little bruising, but nothing major.
“I will ruin your life,” says Maverick.
“Hurt people hurt people,” I reply back.
He grips both of my arms and drags me against his body.
“Let me go, Maverick.” I break free from his grasp. “Jamal, let’s go.”
I speed walk to the exit, not waiting for him. I wanted to go dancing, not here.
Jamal walks into step beside me.
“Did you know he would be here?”
“No.”
“I deal with him enough at school and at work when he comes in. I want to have as little interaction with him as possible.”
Jamal stops me by grabbing my arm. “Cocoa, I mean it. I didn’t know.”
“Okay, sorry. Take me home. I think I’ve had enough excitement for one night.”
“You got it, next time we’ll go dancing,” Jamal gives me a one arm hug.
It’s past midnight, but I still can’t fucking sleep. It was a good night. I walked away ten thousand dollars richer. Cocoa’s on my fucking mind. She looked like a fucking wet dream tonight, with those tight jeans cupping her ass just right, and that leopard print shirt showcasing her big ass titties. She looked like a fucking porn star, not a high school student. I’m as hard as a damn rock. I take out my dick and jerk off to the image of her in my mind.
On Sunday, I spend the whole day applying to the best colleges to attend for journalism. I find it really hard to focus and the main source for my lack of dedication is Maverick. He’s obviously not a regular teenage boy. He spends his spare time beating the shit out of grown men bigger than him. Something tragic had to have happened to him as a child, that’s not difficult to see. My cell phone dings.
Kate: How was the interview with Cody?
Me: He never showed, sorry.
Kate: Fuck, well I guess only three will be featured in the school paper this month. See you tomorrow.
Me: See you tomorrow.
