Love At First Fight

Chapter Fifty Seven

A/N: Funny thing, so school has been cancelled for us every single day this week. Because Michigan weather sucks and we got a snowstorm and the windchill actually got as low as -36 degrees outside of us. So I've been stuck at home all week slowly driving myself insane because I've really done absolutely nothing. I'm a lazy fuck. 

Violet

In the weeks that follow the night that Trevor and I ended up spending together things felt a little bit like they'd finally gone back to normal. As normal as anything could get for us that is. Angie and I continued to stay over at Miles' house while Trevor and I trained. Him and I have both been in relatively good moods lately because he's won the last of the few fights that he's needed to in order to qualify in the Florida tournaments. That leaves us with only a week left before we have to make the trip there and get down to serious business. 

Carlos hasn't tried to contact me at all and his presence has become mostly nonexistent in my life now. I still feel like I need to repay Trevor somehow for what he did for me, paying off Carlos to get him off of my back along with dealing with my overall messy brain. He continues to tell me that it's not a problem, but I can't help but to feel as though I owe him something. 

Trevor and I haven't gotten as much time to train lately because he's been taking his mom to speak to her doctor a lot lately. He's worried about leaving her on her own for too long even though he's already hired a caregiver and basically educated her on every little thing that she needs to know about his mother. 

I've been trying to spend a lot of time helping Angie with her schooling in the meantime as well. Miles helped me sign her up for some online program that he tracked down and showed to me. She's smart enough to have figured most of it out on her own already, but I still like to make sure that she knows I'm here if she ever needs me to help her. Sometimes I feel like I've grown too invested in this whole fighting thing. 

"Do you really think that I should keep the name Knight?" Trevor asks me from his spot in the middle of our gym floor. "It feels kind of cliche to me. Not as manly as I'd like it to be. Maybe I should try something like Hustler or  Thunder."

"I hope you already know that I would never willingly call you Hustler," I laugh at him. "And that everybody else that heard you call yourself that would think you're an absolute joke."

"I thought that everybody already thought that I was a joke?"

"I'm talking about everybody in the tournaments," I say even though he already knows what it is I was trying to say. "Surprisingly you've managed to squiggle your way into the other fighters' hearts and earn their respect. Something deep down inside tells me that a name like Hustler would ruin that for you." 

"I think that my boyish charm could help me by if I changed my name to Hustler," he rolls over onto his stomach and looks up at me. "Besides, I don't need any of those guys to like me. We're all going to be punching each other in the face in a few days anyways."

"Alright well that's enough laying around," I say. "Get up and start your run for the day. Just because you've got your spot in the tournament doesn't mean that we can start getting lazy all of a sudden. We've only got a week left until we go to Florida."