The Mean Duo ✔

18~ Xavier Russo

What was I thinking kissing her!?

Probably how soft and plump her lips were against yours and how perfectly she molded into your body.

Hitting my self on the head with my palm, I shook myself out of whatever bewitchment that woman has put me in. I have enough problems to worry about without adding a spoilt barbie to the mix.

But you are the one that kissed her first.

Damn me! The woman is messing with my head like I feared she would. This is why I should've stayed lowkey!

Whatever! I should go solve my most important problems at the moment. Storming into Coach's office, I saw him devising game plans for tomorrow's match.

"I can't play tomorrow", The coach shot up from his seat after comprehending my words.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"The championship tournament semi finals are tomorrow night, I can't risk a pre burn out after playing the entire afternoon"

"Fuck the fight Russo! You still in that illegal shit?", I grabbed the coach by his collar and glared at him.

"What I do is none of your damn business and so I suggest you stop talking about it unless you want a loose tooth", with that I threw him off and started walking out the door.

"I-I'll report you to the police!", he tried threatening, emphasis on tried.

"By all means go ahead. And when they ask you, how you know that... have fun explaining how you betted at an illegal fighting ring", I smirked at his wide eyed figure.

"Please. Do it for the team, everyone's counting on you. This is the first time in 15 years this school made it to the finals. At least consider before just bailing out on us", he genuinely begged.

"Whatever. I'll try", I rolled my eyes and added before leaving.

Great. I knew I shouldn't have joined this football thing just to humour him into thinking he had a hold over me. But I guess just like Bella this too have seemed to have grown on me.

The rest of the day passed with me not even catching a glimpse of Bella.

Is she okay? I wondered before images of her crying and yelling at the hospital last night flashed through my head.

There's something big she's keeping to herself and it's killing her, I can see it. But you can't help a person unless they want to be helped. That's why I chose to not ask her anything and let her reveal it to me if she wants to when she's ready. Maybe there's more to the California High mean girl than what reaches the surface.

The whole day passed pretty quickly with practices and boring lessons and before I know it, I was already in old man Grey's gym, sparring with him.

"Harder! Pack more energy into that punch!", Coach Grey instructed as I hit the pads on his hands.

"Stay focused and try knock your opponent off his feet!"

I'm trying, I thought to myself as images of Bella kissing me dashed past my head. Fuck that woman must've done some black magic on me, I wouldn't put it past her.

Thanks to my ever pleasant distraction, Coach Grey landed a blow on my head.

"Keep that up in the semi's and you'll be out before you could blink!"

"Yes coach", I bowed my head in an apologetic manner. Old man Grey when in coach mode is not to be messed with.

He's the person who spent all his money to fly me out from Rome so I could fight here. He knows about Cheriè too but since he's a man of few words, he leaves me to my things, just the way I like it.