Her shirt was cut low enough that he could see her collarbones, a part on a female that turned him the hell on. She was curvy, not stick thin like the other girls at the school, and truth be told that turned him the fuck on.
He could also see the rise and fall of her breasts pressing against her t-shirt and the slight swell of her cleavage right beneath the top of her shirt.
Against all his will he felt his cock start to harden and felt like a twisted, sick person. He turned from her and faced the scene of the next town over, willing his dick to go the fuck down. Damn, if she saw him sporting a hard-on she’d probably think he was a motherfucker.
“Devon isn’t worth you getting in trouble over.”
“He’s a prick and deserves to get his ass beat,” Landon said without any emotion. Thank fuck his cock deflated instantly at the mention of that asshole.
“He does that to get under your skin.”
“Well, it’s working.” Landon continued to stare at the town below, his anger rising. “He needs to get clocked out. Maybe then he’ll realize running his mouth isn’t the smartest move.” Landon wasn’t going to tell her that his rage was also due to Devon touching her. That had sent Landon over the edge faster than he even thought possible.
“Your mom goes through enough shit, Landon.”
He faced her, knowing what she meant, but pissed that she’d say that.
“I don’t think you know shit about that, Lyric,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I didn’t want you to come with me so we could fight, because we don’t even talk as it is. I just want you to know there are hundreds of guys like Devon out there, just wanting to screw up someone’s life because they were born assholes.” She turned from him, breathing out and sounding a little defeated.
He didn’t know what to say, how to respond to that, so he didn’t open his mouth. He just stood there, looking at the scene, thinking about what she’d said.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked softly.
“Yeah,” he said without hesitation, because strangely enough he felt this openness with Lyric. “You might not like the answer.” Landon wouldn’t lie to her, and therefore if she asked something about himself or his past, which he had a feeling she would, she probably wouldn’t like the answer.
“Why do you do it all?”
She didn’t elaborate, but he knew what she was getting at.
“I’m sorry, that’s prying.”
He shook his head, but he didn’t know if she was looking at him. “It’s okay.” He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, and with his other hand curled his finger more firmly around the cup. “This is just the way I am. I might have gotten worse with the aggression and fighting after my dad skipped out on us for some young bitch, but I always had this wild energy in me.” He looked at her then. “I was always a pain in the ass for my parents.” He did hate that he put his mom through so much.
“What about doing something productive that can release all that … aggression?”
He looked at her then. “I box, Lyric, and it helps, but I have a short fuse. Someone fucks with me, and nine times out of ten I’m not going to back away. I start throwing down and not worry about what happens afterward.” He saw her swallow and wondered if she was afraid of him.
He’d never hurt her, never hurt anyone he cared about. The fights he got into were due to other assholes starting crap with him. Landon didn’t just randomly start beating on them. He waited until they threw the first punch, and then it was on.
“Maybe I’ll never understand that. I am the most non-confrontational person on the planet.” She smiled softly.
“That’s good.” He wanted to reach out and brush the hair on her face away, wanted to see if her skin was as smooth as it looked. “Fighting isn’t always the answer.”
He should probably practice what he preached, but he’d never been one to follow his own rules.
She chuckled, and he knew it was because he didn’t really have any room to speak. “Can we just stay here a while?” she asked.
“We can stay here all day, Lyric.” And he meant that, because even standing here with her, even if they weren’t speaking, was pretty fucking nice.
Chapter
Three
“Come on, asshole,” Landon said, although he had his mouthpiece on and his words were muffled. The other boxer grinned, the bling on his mouth guard flashing.
“Landon Bosoce, everyone. He’s a motherfucking beast,” the announcer said, loud enough that the crowd started going wild. The boxing match was illegal, and being held in the basement of a meat factory right outside of town. The factory owner allowed them to have the match in exchange for a large chunk of money.