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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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KNOCKOUT Epilogue
"Bye, Julie!" The ten-year-old screamed with laughter as she ran into her bedroom, slamming it behind her to prevent her older brother from getting to her with his can of silly string. A smile stretched across my face at the sight of my family celebrating Bri's birthday. It had been a relaxing day enjoying the barbeque and pool party with all of her friends and family. Ryan and Terry had been present, and while we were civil for the sake of Bri, we tended to avoid each other at these types of events. Ryan held a grudge against me for being such a troublemaker and reflecting negatively on their family name. Meanwhile, I held a grudge against them for trying to put me back into the foster system to find a new family after I was released from the hospital. I knew it would happen eventually, but that didn't make it hurt any less. They never made it that far. I had been able to petition for my independence and emancipation as I was only a few months from turning 18. Luckily for me, this
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Nine
I woke up as the door slammed open, and the lights came on, peaking in from the edges of my blindfold. I would have tilted my head back and looked over to see who walked in from under the fabric, but I still couldn't move."Please! Why are you doing this? Why can't you just kill me? Don't do this please! Don't do this to her!" Mark's voice would have been calming if it wasn't full of panic and fear.The sound of someone approaching was followed by the blindfold being ripped off my face. I could see three men pulling Mark into the room from the corner of my eye. I wanted to tell him I would be okay, but couldn't. He had to know that I was stronger than anything they threw at me."She had nothing to do with it! If you're going to kill me, just kill me! She wasn't even there! Please, I'm begging you! Don't touch her!" He was slammed down into a chair that another man dragged in behind them, and was quickly tied down to it.A hand wrapped around my ankle, but
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Eight
Julie's P.O.V.I took a deep breath to relax as I felt the SUV pull to a stop after at least half an hour of driving. I heard doors opening, and I tensed back up. Someone grabbed my legs while another pair of hands reached for my arms.I squirmed and struggled. They had pulled me halfway out of the car, and I started screaming. A cloth was shoved into my mouth, but I kept hitting and fighting with all I had. I felt a sharp pain in my leg. Not even thirty seconds later, my leg went numb, followed by my other leg, abdomen, and everything else as it worked its way up my body until I couldn't move or speak, but somehow felt everything.I collapsed onto the ground with a thump. My limp legs were lifted up off the ground, and I could feel my back and hands scrapping against the hot concrete as they pulled me to our destination. I heard the door open, and I was dragged once again.My back held a searing pain, and if I could, I would have screame
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Seven
As I made my way to the door of the classroom, my eyes eerily glanced to the parking lot on my right. This building was the closest to it, so I was worried. I picked up my speed a little bit when I heard footsteps quickly following behind me at a faster pace than my own.The logical side of my brain was telling me that someone was just late for class, but the panicked part of my brain told me to run. The footsteps grew louder as the person got closer, and I turned my walk into a brisk jog, my backpack bouncing as I did so. The door to my classroom was only four doors away, and it was open. I just had to make it a little further before breaking down and having my panic attack.The squealing of tires caught my attention and sent the hairs on the back of my neck standing straight off of my body. My breathing came out in small pants as I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins.A large black SUV came into view and slammed on its breaks not more than 50 ya
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Six
I backed up towards the door. Unfortunately for me, we didn't keep the cleanest room, and I tripped over a pile of clothes landing right on my butt. When I looked up, Mark was smiling at me, the humor of me falling taking away from the seriousness of the situation…for him at least."Mark? W-what . . . what the fuck is going on?" I stammered as my throat closed up. He stood with the gun still in his hand and walked toward me. I started to shake. He stopped a few feet in front of me and looked down at me with his other hand outstretched in my direction, palm up.When I didn't take it, he narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Julie, I'm not going to hurt you. I would never, ever hurt you." He said as he crouched down next to me. "Why would you think that I would?" He sounded honestly hurt."You just pulled out a fucking g…" He placed his hand over my mouth."Julie, no one can know. Please, just let me explain. Plus, this gun isn't mine. This gun is
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Five
His Adam's apple bobbed harshly, and I met his stare as he scanned my face over as if judging how serious I was. Then, he nodded his head to the side and turned to resume walking. I moved with him, knowing that he needed a minute to collect himself. We made our way back to our dorm slowly, but he stopped me before we reached the front doors."I know what you mean. It was so hard…everything we went through, but we did it together. I don't think I'm ready to let you go yet, but I know I have to. I can't keep holding onto you and what we used to have, because that's gone now." He nudged the tip of his shoes against mine, and I looked down just as he pulled his foot back. "You do seem happy with him. I don't want to be in the way of that.""I really am." My voice was soft, as I didn't want anyone to overhear us.Jessie cleared his throat, and I fiddled with the hem of my shirt between my thumb and forefinger. He gave me a sad smile and let out a chuckle while
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Four
I flipped through the television, rather violently, much to Deidra's annoyance. After several minutes, she got to her feet, announcing that she was going to go visit her boyfriend (who I had yet to meet), and left me alone with my thoughts.Why would he stand me up?Was this payback for me not forgiving him sooner, or was it because of how poorly the conversation went last night?That petty, son of a bit…The sound of knocking broke me from my thoughts, and I turned off the baking show I had landed on.I got up slowly and walked over to the door. I swung it open."Hello?" I looked up, and I saw Jessie in a clean white t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans."Are you ready?" He asked with a big grin.I kept a straight face."I'm sorry I'm late. The headmaster called me into his office. I tried to get out sooner, but he just kept babbling." I smiled at him and nodded."It's okay. I'm ready. Let me just grab
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Three
I wanted to pull Mark to the side of the hallway and tell him everything involving Jessie from yesterday to today, but with the crowd around us trying to get to class, it didn't seem like the right time.Maybe, I should wait and tell him after I cleared the air with Jessie this evening and everything was settled. If he knew about my meeting with Jessie beforehand, I figured it would make him stressed and frustrated wondering what we were doing, and if I was being faithful, even though we weren't technically together. As far as I was concerned, Mark was mine whether we placed a title on it or not. If another woman tried to make a move on him, she would have to deal with me.The entire second period, I was flooded with guilt that I hadn't talked to Mark yet, that I couldn't even enjoy the feeling of his hand on my thigh throughout the class.I pretty much ran to World History for third period so I could talk to Chey and Deidra and not have to worry about Mark over
KNOCKOUT Ninety-Two
I burst through the door to my first hour at the last second with my backpack slung carelessly over my shoulder and my half-finished coffee in my hand."Nice of you to join us, Ms. Sanders." The teacher said with sarcasm.I just sent her an apologetic smile, and she nodded as I sat down in my seat."We're going to be studying the magical work of Romeo and Juliet for the quarter." The males groaned, but I had a huge grin on my face. I was still a nerd at heart. Plus, my old school had already covered this curriculum months ago."Two households, both alike in dignity,In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.From forth the fatal loins of these two foesA pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;Whose misadventured piteous overthrowsDo with their death bury their parents' strife.The fearful passage of their death-
