Fight. For. Love

Theo's POV

I stuck out like a sore thumb the moment I stepped inside the gym.

The atmosphere inside was just as crazy as I thought it would be, left and right and in front of me were men and women working out like their life depended on it, whether it be running super-fast on the treadmill or lifting weights that would crush me, I couldn't help but feel out of place here.

Maybe I picked the wrong gym?

Everybody here was seriously in shape, and everyone looked beautiful and perfect in every way, the women were way out of my league and the men made me feel insecure just by looking at them, tall and muscular.

I felt like an idiot, wearing a warcraft t-shirt and the only shorts I owned, that were bright red and very noticeable in a room full of people wearing dark gym clothes.

If I left now nobody would even know I stepped inside, like me coming here today never happened.

Turning around, my hand on the doorhandle, I feel someone grab my shoulder making me freeze and pale once I turn around to see who it was.

Freaking huge.

"Hey kid, you the new guy?" A man asked, sporting a huge white beard, with arms the size of my head.

I didn't know what to do so I nodded my head sheepishly, making the bigger older man grin and put his arm around my shoulder, dragging me away from the exit and more into the gym.

"Perfect, you came at just the right time kid." He said as I started sweating from just how heavy his arm was over my shoulder. "Let's get you fixed up with a locker and I'll show you the equipment."

"You signed for a trainer, yeah?" He asked and I nodded my head.

"You're lucky then because I just got an opening with one of my best guys, these bitches would love for this spot but it's all yours kid, if you want it." He said as he led me through the people working out, their eyes looking at us momentarily as we passed.

I felt like everyone was looking at us, and they probably were, this guy spoke too freaking loud, and I probably looked like a skinny bag of bones next to this muscular man who probably worked out every single day.

"Um, d-do I start today?" I ask nervously, as the man moves his hand from my shoulder and comes behind the front desk to grab something.

He looks at me and grins. "If you want to, the first lesson is always free on us."

Wait, the first lesson was free? I didn't know that, but lucky me, because I wasn't planning on spending so much money, I felt a little better about coming knowing I had money for the bus back home and didn't have to walk over an hour.

"I'm Rick by the way, I own this place and if you need anything, just shout and I got you kid." Rick said, handing me a locker key with the number 13 on it, as I nodded my head.

"Oh, t-thanks and it's Theodore but j-just Theo is fine." I said sheepishly as he nodded his head once and then signalled for me to follow him with two fingers.

Rick showed me the locker room where I put my bag inside and then he showed me where everything was, this place was huge and had everything you could possibly need.

It had a sauna, showers and a pool, not only did it have three floors of equipment, but it also had a basement where they teach kickboxing and other combat sports, also defensive lessons which I really wanted to take.

After Rick showed me the basic equipment for what I wanted to start on, the weight machines looked the easiest then everything else, I already did enough cardio running from the football team at school, I didn't want to do it in the gym.

"That's it Theo, you got any questions before I leave you?" Rick asks as we stop near the stairs.

I was starting to get nervous, I was seconds away from my private one on one training with someone and the more I stayed here the more I just wanted to go home, I felt so out of my depth around everything.

"No, I think I got it..." I said looking around nervously before I looked at the large man in front of me.

"Mads is just down there, he should be finishing up so just head on down." He said as he nodded down the stairs, where the words 'underground' was labelled above the double doors leading to the basement.

I got chills just looking at the doors, I had to wonder if I could really do this, I didn't know anything about fighting other than how to take a punch.

Was I making a huge mistake?

"Right, I got you Tuesday for defensive lessons so I will see you then Theo." Rick said before walking away, leaving me stood there frozen.

Rick's teaching me defence? That guy?

I'm really going to die if he gets me in a chokehold, there's just no way I can survive... but I was looking forward to learning something that would atleast help me.

Carefully, I started walking down the steps, and the closer I got to the door the more I heard the sounds coming from inside the basement room, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. but I had a sneaky suspicion I was about to find out and regret it.

Should I knock?

Would they even hear me?

"Ugh." I groan out and shake it off, before I grabbed hold of the steel handle and push it, only to realise it was a pull door.

Luckily nobody was around to witness how lame I was as I pulled the door open and took a quick peek inside before walking in nervously.

There was a large ring inside the room, and punching bags on the right side with other equipment I didn't recognise on the left, and some I did recognise, but what made me the most nervous was the two men in their own world as they fought inside the ring.

I slowly walked over to the ring and watched as the two men fought, what they were doing was something I only saw in youtube videos, using moves I could never name or do, but they did it effortlessly.

Suddenly a bell rung out and made me jump into the air, the two fighters stopped and then started taking off their helmets.

"Nice footwork but your punch is stil shit, you need to fix that before Friday unless you want to get your ass handed to you." One man said, with tattoos all over his arms and legs.

"You're just too fucking fast." The darker man grunts out, making the tattooed man grin smugly before turning around.

I froze the moment his eyes met mine, but unlike me he didn't look surprised to see me as I was to see him, because I knew exactly who he was from TV.

My dad would turn the TV on and force me to watch the sport channel with him, and there was always one sport in particular he made me watch, and that was kickboxing, and that is exactly how I know who he is.

Maddox Zane, a champion kickboxer.

"I'll see you next week Mads." The other guy said, stepping down from the ring, and walking past me, giving me a nod before he picks up his bag and head for the exit.

I swallow hard and go over to where the steps were, and where Maddox was, my nerves high with each step, knowing that my personal trainer is someone famous, and a legend in the world of kickboxing.

"I-I'm Theodore Banks... I was told by Rick y-you had an opening..." I said nervously, hating myself for stuttering in front of him.

His eyes snap to mine as he looks me over from head to toe, making my hands sweat once his eyes land on the shirt I was wearing, before his eyes went back to mine.

"Maddox Zane."

"You're not exactly dressed for training." He said as I laughed nervously, rubbing my arm.

"I-I didn't know I was going to train today so..." I said lamely as he sighed, then stepped down from the ring.

"Do you have any kickboxing experience?" He asked, going over to a bench where a bottle of water was.

Oh, I had experience with fighting, but I was always on the receiving end... but I'm not going to say that I probably look pathetic with just standing here without saying the truth.

"Not really..."

I watched him as he wiped his face with a towel and then took a drink from his bottled water before coming over to me and grabbing hold of my arm, making me freeze once his larger, and warm hand wraps around my wrist.

"You're too skinny, what's your diet like?" He asks, letting go of my arm.

"I... don't really have one."

He simply gave me a look before signaling for me to follow him to where a bench and a table was inside a room, behind the ring, it looked like it was his office as I noticed photos of him from being a professional kickboxer.

"Let's get you on a regime and then we can do something about you gaining some meat on your bones." He said as I nodded my head nervously stood and watched him grab something from inside his table.

"Here." He hands me a card with his name and number on it.

Why was he giving me this?

"I give that to all my clients, that number is for you to tell me if you're going to be late or not showing up at all, I'm a busy guy so I don't have time for bullshit, understand?" He said tightly as I nodded my head and put the card in my short pockets.

"How old are you?" He asked, looking me over as he stood next to me.

"Eighteen." I said, frowning as he looked me over again.

Why did he need to know how old I was?

"Follow me." He said, before moving past me and then started walking towards the front of the room where there were a few lockers.

"I have some stuff that might fit you, you can have those until you get your own gear." He said as he opened a locker and handed me a bunch of clothes.

I felt overwhelmed with everything, he kept handing me things before he turned and then stared at my feet, and for some reason, whenever he looked at me, I felt weird, and it wasn't because he was famous, but because he was intimidating to look at.

He was probably the most good-looking guy I've seen, the guys on the football team would instantly kick my ass for saying so, probably call me gay for comparing their looks, but screw them.

Maddox was a guy who got any woman he wanted, he was tall, good-looking and in shape, really in shape, I don't think I'd ever reach his level of manhood, I was just a twig compared to his guy. "Let's go over days I can see you and then we'll work out your routine and diet plan."

I followed him back to his office, but before he passed me again, I didn't miss the way he looked at my face, or should I say my nose, as it still was newly bruised with tape over it, obvious it was caused by someone.

Unlike other people though, he didn't look at me with pity, he didn't say a word about it and kept professional, only then did I start to feel like this wasn't a mistake, and probably one of the best decision's I have ever made.

Not only do I have a private trainer, but I joined the gym, I should be proud of myself... but I knew the moment Maddox started talking about food intake and training, I couldn't help but feel pathetic.

I didn't stay in shape, and I ate whatever was simply in the fridge, nor did I know anything about any sports, only when I watched kickboxing with my dad.

Something told me that Maddox didn't judge me, if anything I got the feeling, Maddox wanted to help me, so I'm going to put my faith in him.

I'm going to try my best, failing this wasn't an option.

"

Maddox POV

I looked over the young boy 'Theodore' again and tried to figure him out as he wrote down things he didn't like to eat.

The moment I saw him I knew that he was here for all the wrong reasons.

His nose as busted from what I could guess was from a punch to the face, and he obviously didn't think about anything else other than learning to fight from what he was wearing.

I was amused that he showed up wearing casual clothes to a gym, it was clear to me he had never stepped foot inside of a gym before today.

I looked at what he was writing down and had to hold back a laugh once he wrote 'all fruit' because oh boy, this kid had no fucking idea the amount of fruit I was going to introduce to his life.

He was skinny, way too thin so I needed to build him up slowly, only then could I really train him, and I will train him, after all it should be easy with this guy, he looks like he would be satisfied with just learning how to throw a punch.

"I'm um... done." He said quietly, handing me back the piece of paper.

I looked over what he doesn't like, and I couldn't help but sigh once I saw it was all foods that I would be adding to his diet, like pasta, chicken, fish, carrots, apples, and other fruit that he should be eating.

I'd need to change what I already made up for him and swap some things around, he didn't put rice on so I will add that instead of pasta, which is doable.

It's not only fighting I'd have to work on with this guy, but his eating habits are also shit.

"This should be enough to work on." I tell him, looking him over again.

He might be a skinny kid, maybe a bit dorky but he wasn't bad looking, which obviously made me wonder why he was being hit at school.

He was getting hit, bruises like the ones on his face and arms were fucking obvious, but I wouldn't say shit that didn't concern me, unless he wanted to tell me.

I stay out of their lives, and I keep them out of mine, I try and keep it professional at all costs, only then can I focus on my job and nothing else, which is how it should be.

I didn't need extra shit in my life.

Still, something about him bugged me, and it just wasn't in my nature to give a shit about someone, especially not a guy, or a fucking kid, so why did this one make me wonder about him?

He was weak, he had no muscle on his arms but something about his eyes told me he wasn't a complete coward, he came here after all, he reminded me of a little of myself at his age, just desperate to fucking get away from everyone.

"Um, is that all?" He asked as I snapped out of my thoughts and nodded my head, looking everything over one last time.

"Yeah." I got up from my seat and decided I'd show him some workout equipment he can also do on his own

I led him to the middle of the room where the ring was, it was only us down here today, usually Lenny or Emma would be here, but they took the day off to most likely because they got fucked up last night at the club.

"Right, stand there and show me the best kick you got." I instruct, as the boy looked at me confused.

I didn't have to tell him twice as he got into a stance that wasn't bad, but needed work, and then he tilted to the side and kicked into the air, as I watched his form.

He wasn't bad at all, he could be a decent kickboxer with some training and muscle on him, he was a lot better than most newcomers that come here for a free lesson or just to come and see me and ask stupid fucking questions.

"Not totally shit, but when you kick, don't keep your hands by your side, watch me." I tell him, moving to stand next to him to show him what I'm talking about.

I do a front kick and hold it so he can see what I meant, his eyes widen and then he nodded his head as I put my leg down and watch him follow my movements, starting with how I stood.

He did a front kick just like I did and then looked at me for approval, making me bite back a grin at how much he resembled a puppy, especially with that head of hair that was desperate for a cut.

"You got the front kick down, now let me show you some others really quick that we'll be working on during our next lesson." I said as I took a step back and got into position.

I showed him the round kick, side kick, how to stand and how to hold your fists, where I had to help him as he didn't quite get how to position his feet, but after a few attempts he was a natural and easy to teach.

He was a quick learner which I didn't expect from such a skinny guy, but he looks easy enough to train, which is what I hoped for when Rick told me I'd be getting a new guy to train.

Once I was satisfied, he got the basics down, I jogged to my office and got the regime I had made up for him of all the workouts we'll be doing together before I teach him how to hold his own in the ring with me.

His face paled as he looked down at the list in front of him, making me grin once I see how face his eyes were going over everything, obviously overwhelmed by it all, despite me shortening it because of how new he is to kickboxing.

"If you want to change anything let me know, until then... you're free to leave." I tell him, as his brown eyes look at me.

Seeing as our time had come to an end and an hour had passed, I grabbed a spare gym bag I wasn't using anymore and handed it to him, for the load of free shit I gave him, shorts, t-shirts and wrap for his hands.

"U-Um, thanks." He said quietly as I looked down at him, putting things into the bag.

"I had fun and um..." There was a pause, as his face started turning a bright shade of pink.

"I'm actually a fan, s-so t-thanks for your time and... I'll see you next week." He said shyly, before smiling at me, his nerves obvious in the way he couldn't hold eye contact with me.

I'd heard this all before, and it all got too fucking predictable and annoying, but for some reason it wasn't annoying me now, if anything it made my shit day just a bit better as I looked down at the shy boy and nodded my head.

"See you next week, Theo." I said, sending him on his way as I headed back to my office, not looking back at the guy as he sheepishly headed for the exit.

I heard the door close behind him as I sat down on my chair in my office, closing my eyes as a laugh escaped my lips as I go over the past hour with the clumsy, skinny yet amusing kid.

He wasn't bad to train, he listened well and never complained, he made my job here all the easier as I didn't have to tell him twice like I do with the more advanced guys that come to me for training.

Despite not hating this job, I couldn't wait to get back into the ring and do what I did best, there was something about teaching other people kickboxing, but to be the one in the ring with all eyes on you- it was a feeling unmatched.

I lived for the fight, it cleared my mind and washed all my thoughts away, I was in my prime and I was already at the top, life was good, but outside the ring things got loud, and harder to ignore, especially family.

Looking at the time I decide to call it a day and just head upstairs to have a quick workout, then head home and make dinner, I didn't have any more lessons today, so I was free to do whatever the fuck I wanted.

Speaking of, for a while now my dicks been rock hard from the moment that guy left, and I know it's not because I wanted to fuck him, but because it's been a while since I slept with a woman.

I've never been with a guy before, and I never want to fucking find out how it feels either, I've knocked guys out for looking at me wrong, so I knew I wasn't into them, I loved women, and I couldn't even think of sticking my dick up a guy's ass without feeling sick.

Fuck this, my dick just isn't going down.

I whipped it out and closed my eyes as I released the tension and tried to relax into it, thinking of warm plump lips wrapped around my cock, small hands touching my balls, brown eyes looking up at me.

I freeze mid stoke as familiar eyes come to mind, making me open my eyes wide to see how rock hard I still was, considering I just pictured that dorky, skinny guy with my hand wrapped around my cock.

Fucking hell, I really did need to go out and get laid.

Putting my dick back in my shorts I grab my bag and jacket and decide to just leave, not wanting to go over what I just did, knowing full well I wasn't into the guy, and I was just that fucking horny.

Grabbing my phone from my pocket I reply to the first text from a girl I hooked up with last week and just told her to meet me near my place, not bothering to stick around and train when my dick just wouldn't calm down.

Theo's POV

Come Monday, I had managed to avoid the football team and the football captain, Eric, until the last bell rung out and I bumped into him in the hallway.

"Hey shrimp, where do you think you're going?" Eric smirked at me, sending cold chills down my body as he grabbed hold of me and pushed me roughly into the lockers.

I had put so much effort into avoiding him and his group of friends and all for what?

At this rate I was going to be late for the gym, and I knew from Maddox saying so, he didn't like people to show up late.

"C-Come on Eric..." I tried to reason with him, but he was getting into my face.

Suddenly he spat on my face and then let go of me and started laughing with all the other guys that were with him, then he shot me one last look, his eyes filled with hate before I felt his fist connect with my jaw.

Eric had punched me in a spot I was used to, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt any less than the other times, it felt like he broke my jaw as I cradled my face in my hands, sinking down the lockers as I look up to him, my hands shaking.

"Fucking creep, stay the fuck out of my way next time, fag!" He spat before he walked off with his friends.

I ignored the looks of other students as I shakingly rose to my feet, wanting to just go home and cry like I usually did and try and forget how much I hated my life, but I promised myself I wouldn't do that anymore.

A big part of me didn't want to let Maddox down either, not when he was willing to help me.

Grabbing my back from the floor, I started walking to where my bike was and then ride home, my jaw aching as where Eric hit me had made my ear start to ring as I got halfway towards my house.

Once I made it home, I knew I wouldn't see my parents until late tonight as they always worked late, even on weekends, so I quickly ran up the stairs and grabbed the gym bag Maddox had given me.

I was excited he gave me stuff, I wouldn't know what to get if I went shopping by myself, luckily, he gave me free clothes and a brand-new gym bag, which looked expensive, so I'll try to cherish it and only use it for the gym.

Not bothering to leave a note, I lock the front door and go to the bus stop, it was only a twenty-minute trip into town and a five-minute walk from the bus to the gym, so I knew I wasn't going to be late.

I had saw my reflection in the window once I sat down and winced once I saw just how obvious it was that someone hit me, as a bruise was forming around the red mark Eric's fist caused on my jaw.

Eric wasn't always like that, when we were 12, we were friends, we used to hang out all the time and play games but now that he's popular, and captain of the football team, his attitude got worse, to the point where he started bullying me with his new football friends.

He turned into a dick, plain and simple, for what reason I don't care, there was no way I would consider being friends with him, not when he's made my life a living hell, making it impossible to relax and make friends in school.

Once I get off the bus, it takes no time to reach the gym, and once inside I notice that there are more people than last time working out and every single machine, and all I could think of was how serious these people are, for it to be completely full like this.

I notice Rick up ahead and smile politely once he sees me, making him grin before his eyes go to my jaw, then his face dropped, and his eyes grew hard as he waved me over to him.

I knew he had saw my jaw, his eyes made it obvious so I wanted to avoid whatever was coming as much as possible, I didn't want anyone to know what was going on at school, it would only make me feel even more pathetic than I already felt.

"H-Hey Rick." I said, coming up to the front desk, gripping my bag tightly in my hands as his eyes focus more harder on my jaw.

"Kid." He grunted out, looking at me like he wants to say something about my face.

"Mads just finished, you can head on down."

I swallow hard and nod my head, avoiding his eyes as I kept my head down and made my way towards the bottom stairs, leading to the basement, where I know Maddox will be.

Did it really look that bad? Eric did hit me hard, but usually it only took a few hours before a bruise started to show.

I guess today isn't my day... I should've just stayed home and waited for the bruise to go away before I came back here.

I didn't want anyone seeing me like this and feel sorry for me, especially not someone I admired, and wanted to be more like.

Opening the doors to the basement gym, I instantly saw Maddox shirtless and hitting a punching bag with his hands wrapped in white tape, with earphones over his ears and in his own world.

All I could think of when I looked at him was how amazing he looked, it was like nothing I had ever seen before, just from looking at him you would know he did this for a living, everything looked beautiful in the way he moved.

I had never thought a man was beautiful before until now, I wasn't sure how to think about it other than accept that some people are just that, and that it wasn't that weird for a guy to call another guy beautiful.

Coming further into the room, Maddox had noticed me and stopped hitting the punching bag, I smiled at him, and he nodded to me as he wiped his forehead coaxed in sweat before taking the earbuds from his ears.

"H-Hi." I said shyly, trying not to stare at his naked chest too long.

"Hey, you're early." He said, coming up to me, his eyes on mine before they shift to my jaw.

I swallowed hard and froze once he reached out and grabbed my jaw, making me wince as the pain was still very real, like Eric had just hit me all over again.

"How'd this happen?" He asked, a frown on his face as he looked it over. "It looks fresh."

"Just a s-simple misunderstanding." I laughed nervously, feeling the back of my neck grow warm at how close he was.

I knew from the look on his face that he didn't believe me, and I knew my excuse was so pathetic that nobody would believe me, not if they saw my nose wrapped up and bruises over my arms and legs.

"Come on, you need it ice it, it looks painful." He said, as I followed behind him with my head down as he walked to his office.

I sat down on a free chair and watched him go into a mini fridge and take out an ice pack, he then grabbed a cloth and wrapped it around the ice pack and then came over to me and then gently pressed it against my jaw.

Maddox sighs out as he kept his hand over the icepack on my jaw, looking at me as I avoided his intense gaze.

"So, what kind of misunderstanding gets you a fist to the jaw?"

I shifted in my seat as I shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it, especially not to Maddox, who I really didn't want to feel pathetic around, not when he was teaching me how to fight.

"It was my fault." I said, biting the inside of my cheek. "Really, it doesn't hurt." I said, taking over for him by holding the icepack to my jaw.

Maddox didn't ask anything else as he sighed out and left his office, I watched him walk down to the lockers and grab a black t-shirt from inside and then put it over his head, then he walked back to me, his eyes on mine before I looked away and stared at my feet nervously.

Why... do I get the feeling he wants to not train me now?

I'm too much trouble, nobody wants to have this kind of baggage in their life, which I would understand if he told me he didn't want to train me anymore, this wasn't exactly how I thought my day would go, so I wouldn't be surprised if he told me to leave.

"Hold out your hand." Maddox said, making me jump slightly and so as he said.

He drops two pills in my hand and then hands me a bottle of water. "Pain relief, take those before we start." He said, before heading back into the gym room, leaving me sat on the chair in his office in confusion.

He... wasn't kicking me out?

I stare at the pills in my hand before I put them in my mouth and swallowed them, taking a sip of the water, he gave me, then I get up and go where Maddox was standing, near two mats laid out on the floor next to the large ring in the middle of the room.

"Let's start with some burpees, then we'll do some squats." He said, standing on the mat as I nodded my head and mirrored him, putting the icepack down on the bench next to the mats.

"Follow me the best you can, ask me any questions you have or else I'll go over it after our first set." He said, looking me in the eye as I nodded my head, starting to get nervous as I have never done this before.

"Let's start with stretches."

I copied Maddox the best I could, I knew the moment we finished doing squats with sidekicks that I was severely out of shape, so much that I was struggling to catch my breath just from kicking my leg in the air.

How did he do this every easy was so crazy to me, I could only do six at a time before I needed a drink of water just to stop myself from passing out.

Maddox slowed down and helped me with my form with each workout he taught me, eventually I got better at it despite my whole body aching from my body not being used to moving in such strange directions and ways.

"You did good." Maddox said as I sunk to the map, breathing heavily.

"I-I can't even move." I winced out, making Maddox grin and hand me a bottle of water, which I took greedily, then sat up and devoured the cool liquid.

My time was almost up, and I knew after today it was going to be hard to walk just from how much my legs felt like jelly, but as I looked over at Maddox, I saw that he looked the same as usual and was unaffected by our workout.

It was impressive to see him not even break a sweat, while I was sweating through my eyeballs.

It made me want to push myself harder.

"You'll get used to it, we just need to work on your stamina." He said, sitting down on the bench near my mat as he looked at me.

"Ugh." Is all I could say before I drank the rest of my water, not wanting to think about anything else right now, not when everything hurt.

"We've all been there, trust me when I say it does get better." He said as I smiled sheepishly at him and nodding my head.

"W-Well I should probably go." I said, trying to get up, wincing as my feet hurt.

"Let me help you." Maddox laughed out as I felt his strong hand wrap around mine and pull me up, without so much as a blink I was on my feet, feeling dizzy as I looked at him standing in front of me, looking at me in the eyes.

"Sit down before you go, I'll get you another drink." He said as he helped me to the bench, and he went off to grab me another bottle of water from the water box near the ring.

Despite looking pathetic and feeling like I had just been crushed by a bus, I was proud of myself for not giving up.

Maddox was patient with me and didn't push me beyond my limits, which I was so happy for, because I was sure I'd want to give up if he made me do things, I wasn't ready for.

"Here." He handed me another bottle and sat next to me on the bench.

I was starting to get used to being around Maddox, where at first, I felt nervous being around someone so famous, but the more I trained with him, the more I saw how easy he was to talk to, and be around, unlike how some people describe famous athletes.

"Did you drive here?" He suddenly asks me, making look at him.

"I took the bus."

Maddox went into his short pockets and grabbed his smartphone out and looked at the time, I saw that our hour was up, and I should probably go catch my bus before I missed it.

"Um, speaking of I should hurry before I miss my bus." I said, standing up.

Maddox didn't say anything and watched me from the bench, until I bended down and grabbed my gym bag, I heard him stand up and close the locker behind him.

"Give me a minute and I'll drop you off." He said as I stopped and turned around to look at him, confused, and not sure I heard him.

He wanted to drive me... home? I watched as he went down to his office and then grabbed his own gym bag and then put on a black hoodie, I recognized from a match he wore on TV before a fight.

"Alright let's go, my car's out back so we'll take the back way." He said, as I followed behind him, as he left no room for argument.

I followed behind him quietly through another exit I hadn't realized before, it led straight to the underground car park, under where the gym was, as Maddox led the way, I looked around nervously and wondered if this was a good idea.

I knew he wouldn't hurt me or attack me, but because of Eric I had hated going to places like this, I always avoided them, especially places I know he likes to jump me at.

Maddox stopped at a red convertible I recognized as I looked at the front of the car, seeing it as an Audi Spyder, a car that was probably worth thousands of dollars, did he even trust someone he didn't know inside a car like this?

Getting inside, Maddox starts the car and sends me a look once he looks over at me just standing there.

"Do I need to show you how to open a door, Theo?" He joked as I felt my neck grow hot.

I fumbled with his door handle and got inside, feeling weird I'm sitting in an expensive car with the famous kickboxer Maddox Zane right now, and this wasn't a dream.

"Seatbelt." He said, as I closed the door and backed out of the parking spot.

I looked over to Maddox as I clicked the seatbelt around me and wondered why he was being so nice to me, I knew it might have something to do with the bruise on my jaw, and my busted nose, but that couldn't be all, right?

He didn't know me, he didn't have to give a damn about me, but I think he did... Or maybe he's just being nice.

I decided to just think he's being nice, not looking too much into it as I sit back and try and relax, as my heart beats fast in my chest, nervous just by sitting next to him again.

He's just being nice... that's all this is, nothing more.