BOXER

twenty one

IJ FUCKING WHEEZING

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Brielle would be lying if she said she wasn't somewhat intimidated by Marcella.

She was a lot louder and much more confident than Brielle, and it made her a bit uncomfortable. Brielle wasn't necessarily a shy person, though when she was around people who didn't carry a similar personality to her, she felt out of place.

Although, considering how early it was and how late the match was, she probably would be spending quite some time with Marcella, so it was probably best if she got used to her.

Brielle watched as she closed the door and leaned against it, once Luke was completely out of the room. Her breasts were teasing the edge of her open sweater, and Brielle was surprised they hadn't completely popped out yet.

"He's so annoying," she groaned, which surprised Brielle as she didn't seem to find him annoying a few seconds ago. "Why is he so protective of you?"

"He has his reasons," Brielle said, defending him.

"And what are those reasons?" she asked as she sat down on one of the couches, motioning for Brielle to sit down as well. And she did, though she could tell that Marcella was looking to start a conversation based off this, and Brielle was definitely not interested in going into details.

"Reasons," she replied briefly.

"I can just ask him and he'll tell me, you know that right?" Marcella said, and it was almost like she was bragging that she was close with Luke. Brielle couldn't help but chuckle at her words as she knew Luke would never do that.

"I don't think he would."

Marcella just shrugged it off, getting the hint that she wasn't going to get any information out of her.

"How do you even know Luke?" she asked, keeping the subject on him. as she placed her arm on the back of the couch and folded her legs.

"I met him here," Brielle replied. It was kind of crazy how Tyler was the only reason Brielle and Luke had ever met. Of course, she wished she would've met him on better circumstances, though that didn't mean she wasn't glad she did.

"You don't look like a girl that would be here," Marcella observed, laughing slightly. "No offense or anything."

"Trust me, none taken."

She slightly smiled at Brielle, but for some reason, Brielle didn't believe it was real. "So you and Luke are just friends?" Marcella continued.

"Why are you so interested in me and Luke?" Brielle half-joked -- the subject had been on him the whole time so far and she wasn't sure why Marcella was so focused on him.

"I don't know. He's never brought a girl here," she shrugged.

"Oh," Brielle muttered. She wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or not. "But, yeah. Friends."

"With benefits?" Marcella said nonchalantly.

"God, no." Brielle couldn't help but laugh. She didn't think Luke saw her like that. To her, it was almost like Luke treated her as if he was a protective older brother, expect for when the few times he had been a perv -- like when he was actually interested in what kind of underwear she was wearing or when he just blatantly complimented her ass. Or when he insisted on holding her hand all the time and stared at her breasts when she had gotten half naked in public in front of him. "Just friends."

"Really?" she asked in a surprised tone.

"Yeah. Why is that surprising?"

"No reason," Marcella said briefly, rubbing a hand through her long, black hair. She then pulled the ponytail that was on her wrist around her hair, putting it up.