Eyes

The two boxers run into the middle of the ring and clap their boxing gloves together, the referee is in the middle of the two and whistles and starts the fight.

The first blow went straight into Ricky's face. And a second in the stomach.
Ricky tries to hit Myles on his face, but Myles dodges before he has a chance.

I have to say I'm a little nervous. I've seen countless boxing matches on TV, blame my dad, but  to experience it live is another feeling. You can feel the thick air in the arena, the people around you who cannot sit still with excitement, the groans from the boxers, the light that darkens the whole arena down to the ring. Everything is different, and because we sit so far forward, I have a very good view of the two men.

A loud blow tears me out of my thoughts, it is Ricky who is lying on the floor. People shout the arena together and Ricky Tyson is back on both feet after the hard blow of Myles. His nose is bleeding, but that doesn't stop him from hitting Myles. Myles dodges again and hits Ricky in the stomach with full force, so firmly, that Ricky is lying on the floor again after seconds.

The arena is probably already shaking because people jump for joy, and I can't hold back. There was  silence for a few seconds and in this moment I jump up and scream Myle's name through the whole arena. My dad looks at me in amazement and it is almost as if my eyes were fooling me but Myles actually looks up at me and gives me a slight smirk.

Jesus, that was hot

Because Myles was distracted looking up at me, he did not see Ricky getting up again and punched him across his face. I gasped.

That must have hurt.

Myles takes a few steps back to recover from the unexpected blow, but not long; he gave Ricky such a hard punch, that Ricky couldn't stand for a second longer and fell straight to the ground.

"10..,9..,8..,7..,"

The referee started to count down and Ricky tried to get up again, but he couldn't.

"3..,2..,1..,THAT'S IT !"

Ricky folded on the floor and pulls his hands over his face, humiliated by his defeat. The referee ran over to Myles grabbed his arm and put it in the air.

"And the winner of the first fight in this season is... MYLES COLLANE !"

Everyone in the arena was screaming, even louder than before.

Note to me: for the next time, take ear stoppers with you.

Myles looked through the arena with full self-confidence but his eyes stopped at mine. I wasn't that far up, so he could find me easily. He gave me a slight grin, but not long because several men suddenly gathered around him. I assume that it is his trainer and his buddy's.

I was still blown away by his smile, his smile had something safe, something warm. I've never seen a smile like that.

My father tapped my shoulder when I looked down at Myles.

"What was that?" He said with a light smirk.

"What was what ?" I asked confused.

"That scream. You liked it, right?"

"Oh come on dad, it was the excitement that bursts out of me, that happens."

"Oh no, you enjoyed the fight, you totally liked it. I DID IT. YES !!!  I'll tell your mother- , oh wait, can't do that, well then I'm just happy alone."

He jumped off his seat and went to the exit. Like I said, he can be real a child if he is happy.

I laughed to myself and also went to the exit.

I went down the stairs and was a few meters away from the ring. Blood was lying on the floor, I winced and turned away. Two men came and cleared it away.

It's funny, since I was 12 I see blood all the time, be it because of all the injections or from the nosebleed that I get. Anyone else would have no problem with seeing so much blood all the time, because you already got used to it, but not me. I have problems to see blood, it disgusts me, I can see my own blood and touch it but the blood from others not.

I looked to the right and saw a totally thrown Ricky Tyson. His nose was bleeding and he had a few open spots on his face where blood also came out. I couldn't see that anymore, so I made my way out, but before I could go through the exit, a sweaty, thrashed and bloody Myles came out of nowhere in my sight. So close to me he looked even bigger and wider now, I had an even better view of his tattoos.

"Hey"

He said out of nowhere, smiling at me.
I didn't dare to look into his eyes, so close to me he made me very nervous and his hands looked dangerous.

"Hi-i" I said stuttering.

For fucking sake I don't even find him that good looking why do I stutter like that ?

I looked him in the eyes and pushed my nervousness aside.

Lord have mercy.

These eyes

His eyes

His eyes were a work of art. Blue eyes with a hint of gray.

I think I have never seen such beautiful eyes before. His skin had a beautiful brown tone and fit perfectly with his tattoos.

You could clearly see the blows he got from Ricky, bruises covered his chest and stomach, a few cuts on his cheek.

Doesn't that hurt?

"Doesn't that hurt?"  I suddenly say out loud, pointing to his chest.

Shit.

He looked down to his chest, gave me a slight laugh and shook his head.

He chuckled a little and said, "no, I think what I did to him, hurt even more."

Oh my-

I give a slight smile and bowed my head. I can't think if he's so close to me.

"Did you enjoyed the fight?" He suddenly asked.

"No" Yes.

He looked surprised.

"Hmm funny, because I could swear that I
heard you screaming my name out loud."

He heard that... 

Who didn't Madellaine ?

"You must have heard someone else, I didn't want to get here at all, my father forced me. For this reason, I can hardly wait to leave this arena and go back home, so goodbye."

I was about to leave when he suddenly grabbed my wrist. But not too tight, very light and careful. He pulled me close and we were only millimeters away from each other.

"Why are you not coming to my next fight, maybe you will like it better."

He looked me in the eyes with a smirk.
I lose my wrist from his handle and went back a little.

I got a little blood on my wrist, because of his hand that was bleeding.

Fuck

Do not have a panic attack now.

My breathing got heavier and faster. I quickly wipe it off on my hoodie. I don't wanna make a scene here.

"You okay ?" he asked, slightly concerned.

"I'm good." I said, slightly backing up. "And no thanks, I don't like boxing and certainly not boxers."

He restricted his arms around his chest and slightly lowered his head to the side.

"Really? Why not, what did we boxers do so bad ?" He looked amused by the fact that I have something against boxers. What a guy.

"Well, first of all you get several thousand dollars to beat someone. In addition, so many women fall for you. You show them that you have feelings, although in the end you only want to fuck them once and then piss off. Oh and not to forget, you spend your money on unnecessary things like cars, mansions, jewelry, and so much more instead of spending them on people who really need it."

I was furious, at all these boxers and men in general, I have finished with this chapter a long time ago, for this reason I will definitely not let such a Collane guy speak to me like that. Other women are probably falling for him and his person, but I don't.

He is checking my eyes out, while I got angry about him.

"Heavy beginning right?" He said.

"What ?"

"You had a difficult start in your life, didn't you?"

Umm yes ? I mean if you are told at 12 that you will probably die earlier than your parents, of course it is a difficult start. But he doesn't have to know that.

"Who do you think you are ? My life is none of your business, I also suggest you go and look for your next woman that you can fuck today."

I didn't give him any time to talk. With these words I went to the exit and to the parking lot.

That was the last time I will see a boxing fight.