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“Um, so they really hate each other.”

My horrified face drops. “What happened?”

“So the fight was ok. Josh won.”

“Yes,” I answer nervously.

“But then it got out of hand again and they kept fighting after the bell.”

I bring my hand to my face as my eyes widen. “Yes.”

“And I think Joshua has done something to his arm and then he knocked Jesten out.”

“What!” I shriek. “What do you mean?”

“Joshua hit Jesten so hard he fell to the ground and then he didn’t get up.”

My eyes widen in horror. “Is he dead?”

She laughs. “No, I don’t think so. No definitely not, he’s alive.”

“Where is Joshua?”

“He is in the dressing room and Cameron is with him.”

“Ok I’m going,” I hang up and immediately dial Cameron’s phone.”

“Hi Tash.” He answers first ring.

“Is Joshua ok?”

“He’s fine.”

“Is the guy he fought alright?” I close my eyes as I wait for the answer.

“Yeah, I just went and checked on him, he just hit the ground hard and knocked himself out. He will be ok.”

“Can I speak to Joshua?”

“He’s in the shower. I will drop him at your house on our way home.”

Hmm. “Ok, see you then.” I hang up, dry-retch again and get into a scalding hot shower, the only place lately where I seem to be calm.

Two hours later I am sitting on my lounge drinking tea while trying my hardest not to get fuming mad. Where are they? Have they gone out? The key turns in my door and Joshua walks in, his arm in a sling. Cameron is behind him.

I glare at him while biting my tongue. Don’t say it, don’t say it. Don’t fucking say it.

“You’re an idiot,” I blurt out. Shit, I said it.

“Hello,” he says deadpan as he walks into the kitchen and throws his keys onto the kitchen bench.

Cameron silently shakes his head at me to signify silence. I roll my eyes. This is the testosterone bullshit again.

I stand in an outrage. “What have you done to your arm? You need to go to the hospital.”

He opens a beer and takes a swing.

I roll my eyes. “Cameron, what is wrong with his arm?”