BOXER

seventeen

Brielle's heart dropped like she was falling off a cliff as she watched Luke's fist connect with Tyler's face.

She stood there, clueless as to what she should do. She probably should've expected this. Brielle felt idiotic for believing that Luke, a boxer with obvious anger issues, was going to be able to contain himself and not get physical with someone he blatantly expressed he disliked.

Tyler stumbled back onto the ground after the contact, clutching his nose. He groaned out in pain as he got a glimpse of the blood that was starting to flood from it. "You broke my fucking nose!"

Luke's eyes widened, along with Brielle's, them both being surprised that that one punch did that much damage. Luke didn't realize he had put that much force into it, but he was glad he did. In fact, seeing the blood rush from Tyler's nose gave him quite the adrenaline rush.

Before Luke could even think about hitting Tyler again, Brielle gripped onto his arm as tight as she possibly could, attempting to stop him from moving closer to Tyler who hadn't made any effort to get up from the floor.

"Luke, please. That's enough." Her eyes were starting to water again and Luke felt like someone had just stuck a knife into his heart and twisted it around. God, why did she have to have this effect on him? He couldn't bare the feeling of knowing that she was upset, especially crying, because of him.

"Brie, I'm sorry, I-" Luke was interrupted by the sound of the break room door busting open, most likely because of Brielle's shriek. Calum and another co-worker rushed into the room and both gasped when they saw Tyler on the floor, blood rushing out of his nose.

"What the fuck just happened?!" Calum exclaimed, as he kneeled down next to Tyler. Calum looked up at Luke who was still standing in the same spot, biting his lip slightly. Brielle had now let go of his arm and already backed away from him.

When Luke didn't say anything in response, Calum shook his head in disappointment.

Calum was used to having to deal with the aftermath of Luke's fights, especially back in high school. Whenever Luke would get into a fight in Calum's presence, Calum usually was the one next to Luke's victim as he ran away. Calum didn't mind as much back then because he knew Luke was going through a rough time -- he was trying to be a good friend by preventing Luke from getting into trouble. Though as they got older it got tiring.

"Get me something to fucking stop this bleeding!" Tyler groaned, and Calum instructed the other co-worker to get something to stuff his nose up.

Luke sucked his teeth at the fact that Calum was actually helping Tyler -- if only he had knew how much of a shitbag he was. He wished he would've gotten the chance to actually talk to Calum before Tyler barged in and ruined everything.

Luke then realized the absence of Brielle's small hand on his bicep, and the fact that she was no longer next to him. He looked behind him in search for her, only to find her leaning against the wall with a blank face.

"Brielle," Luke said softly, cautiously shuffling towards her.

Brielle looked over at him with an angered expression in response to him calling her name, although her glossy eyes told another story. She didn't say anything, only turned on her heel and padded towards the door. She didn't want to put forth the energy to even make the effort to talk to Luke. He probably wouldn't listen to her anyway.

Luke eyes narrowed once he realized she was leaving. With the way she was defending Tyler, he expected her to be kneeled down right next to him after the blow to the face he had just received. Or yelling at Luke for breaking the goddamn promise.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked, although Brielle remained silent as she continued. Every time Luke said something, she only walked faster, and of course Luke followed.