Pure Rage.

Darren's POV.

I woke up early, rushing to the train room, Leila still in my thoughts.

I couldn't stop picturing her or imagining her when I kept punching the punching bag.

I had a bruise on my knuckles from the third strike already and the fourth was just starting to get sore when I finally stopped for the morning.

The air was filled with the sound of metal clanging against metal as the punching bag swung on its chain. My heart beat wildly inside me and adrenaline surged through my veins.

I looked down at myself with disgust, the sweat from my forehead dripping all over me.

My shirt stuck to my body, the damp material sticking to my skin.

I rushed out to the bathroom, running cold water from the sink, wiping it off my face and neck.

Leila's voice suddenly rang through my head again, making the blood rush even harder down south. I glanced at my cock, watching it harden as I thought of Leila.

She sounded so sweet. Her eyes were beautiful. Her laugh. The way she would smile with her