Every Move You Make [RDJ] - IN PROGRESS

Six

"No," is yelled somewhere in the room.  

My focus?  My focus is ahead of me.  Straight ahead.  Locked on the way his hands are clenched, the way his arm is in defensive mode.  

I can take a swing.  I can under cut.  He'll deflect and then I'll grab him from the side.  

"No, you're not focused!"

Yes, I am!  How is this not focused?!  

"Rob," a voice calls behind me.

I take that course, anyway.  That action is set into play and Sifu is quickly deflecting just as anticipated...except he predicts my lame ass noob move and catches me off guard so I lose my balance.  Thank God I don't trip, I just catch my breath, panting, and stumble back until my palms rest on my thighs and I tap out, spinning around and shaking my head.

Fucking Christ.

"What are you doing?!" Sifu scolds after me, hot on my tail by the sound of his voice.  "That's an illegal shot and you know it!"

"I wasn't thinking..." I mumble.

That's a lie.  I was thinking.  

I was thinking about how she just fuckin...said no.  She just got out and walked into the house.  Okay, not really, but how the hell does someone turn me down?!  I have the connections, I have the ins to make her a superstar, and she says no?!

"Yeah, well start thinking, or we're done for the week!  Got it?!"

"Got it..." I mumble, trying to clear my head.

But Jimmy doesn't help.  "He's got a girlfriend, dude's mind has been fucked for weeks."

Sifu stands taller, hands on his hips, and looks impressed.  "Since when?"

"November forth, judging by these messages," Jimmy states, and it's then I realize he also has access to my work phone, so he must be stalking my Twitter thread.

"Wedding girl, huh?" Sifu asks, and I blink, stunned.

Is everyone this fucking obsessed with my personal life?!

"I very much so do not have a girlfriend," I snap, gesturing at him.  "When you're done snooping, can you call and make a res, I want a good pub or something...fish and chips, I don't know."

"Dinner for one?" my friend asks, eyebrows raised but eyes still on the phone.  "Who's Charlie?"

Damnit.  Now that's going to fire me up again.

I crack my jaw, stretch my shoulders, and then square up again, letting Sifu know I'm ready to go again.  "Her boyfriend."

Found that one out the hard way.

It's almost Thanksgiving. Next week, anyway.  So it's been a couple weeks back and forth since she just...left.  

The morning after I fucking went for it and hugged her, I woke up to the moving trucks there early as shit, and her...being shoved into a car in front of the neighboring house.  Who the hell handles a woman like that?  And I guess letting myself get close to her, open up a little...what, it meant nothing?  Nothing at all?  Does she, in some weird universe, like being treated that way?  Am I not worth it now that I'm not the same hard ass dick head that I was trying to be around her in the beginning?

We've exchanged some messages, sure, and I tried to be open still.  Tried to be...what I used to be.  Positive.  Fun. But she just...disappeared from the face of the Earth, apparently.