Chapter Thirteen - Rage

Wes stood in the middle of our semi-circle in the guest locker room. “Okay guys, let’s give it the best we have but have fun. This competition isn’t for points, just a practice match for this season.”

All the guys around me were stone-faced, their backs straight and eyes focused. And all I could focus on was Neveah in the corner of the room in those shorts.

And I thought the yoga pants were bad.

Those little things rode up every time she bent over for something. Her white polo fit snug to her breasts and waist. Wes’s Boxing Gym printed over her right tit, drawing even more attention to the two un-buttoned buttons down the center.

Someone elbowed me. I sat up straight and noticed everyone staring my way. “What’s up?”

Wes frowned. “Are you okay? You seem a little distracted today.”

I was. When Neveah punched her ex-fiancée, something switched inside of me. There wasn’