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When I saw him kiss the girl next to him, something had exploded inside me and that had prompted me to kiss Derek. Why I don't know yet, but I felt like he should.

The only thing I know, although not with absolute certainty, is that Azael was kissing that girl to feel superior to me, to show me that he is capable of making me fall in love with him while he kisses other girls right in front of him my nose. And I wasn't going to let that happen.

Derek has his hands pressing on my waist as he kisses me like the world is going to end today, I can only feel some disgust towards this way of kissing, so I appreciate it when someone pushes us apart.

Then everything happens very fast. I see bare-chested Azael punching Derek's face and gasp. The people around them enthusiastically approach and circle them to begin observing what is happening.

-Can someone separate them !?- I cry in anguish. Derek manages to turn Azael around and get on top, but when he goes to hit him, he dodges him.

Why are they even being paid? I do not like this at all.

The coach makes his way through the crowd, angry.

-What the fuck are they doing ?! - he yells like a beast. The two of them immediately separate.

Derek has a face full of blood and Azael only has a cut on his lip. People start to disperse and everyone returns to what they were doing, except me.

- Boxing is supposed to be a form of liberation using violence, but it does not serve to simply hit you to hurt your opponent, that is not what I teach here. - He pauses to look at them both, who are looking between them angrily as if from one moment to another they were going to jump between them and start the fight again- I want you out of my gym, both of you.

- But ...- Derek tries to reply.

-I don't care what you're going to say. Out of.

Azael clenches his fists and turns around to start walking to the locker room, causing every muscle in his back to tense under his tattoos. I do not hesitate and follow him.

-What the fuck do you think you're doing? -I say annoyed entering the men's locker room. Luckily he is empty since gym time is not over yet.- You had no right to just go and hit him, you are sick. he snapped with a severe tone of voice. He does not say anything, he is just about to open one of the red lockers in the boys 'locker room, the girls' are yellow.- Why did you hit him?

He snaps the locker shut, causing a noise so loud that he echoes through the locker room and causes her to jump in shock.

-Why did you kiss him? - he says in response.

What? Is he jealous? Don't think nonsense, Lailah.

-I don't have to give you an explanation. You also go around kissing who you want, right? -great. Now I sound like I'm jealous too. Even though it's clear, I'm not.

-No, I didn't want to kiss her. -He says putting on a shirt as black as his eyes. I watch as all the tattoos on his abdomen stretch and he gives me a very tempting chill.

-Then? -I do not understand anything. I don't understand him. It is as if everything he said had to be deciphered. I cross my arms waiting for an answer from him. He leans closer to me, forcing me to back up, until my back touches one of the lockers, causing noise again.

I hate that he does that, I hate him with all my might.

Then he puts both of his arms covered in tattoos on either side of my body. I'd slap them away, but something is keeping me from moving a single muscle.

-I wanted to kiss you- he murmurs. A tremor full of darkness and desire runs through me from top to bottom. He brings his face a millimeter closer to mine.

I can't help but look at her lips, which look extremely provocative and swollen from the small wound.

A voice is installed within me. "You can't, you mustn't." I want to push her away immediately, but I know she is right.

He frowns and analyzes me as if we had no time left. I don't know exactly how long we spent like this, but when I think he's finally going to kiss me, he hits the locker with his fist, right next to my body, closing his eyes tightly and making me startle, and then separating from me as if he were thinking the same as me.

That he can't. That I am not going to reciprocate.

Then he looks into my eyes with a special glow, dark and full of desire, but he turns and leaves. And that's when I realize that all this time I've been holding my breath. And that I'm crazy for wanting the wrong person in that way, knowing everything he has done and caused, knowing what kind of person he is and how little it suits me.

I look at the beaten locker and see that he has left a big dent in it. I want to yell at myself for how stupid I am, for not assimilating that he is just playing with me and that he is only doing what he does to prevent me from testifying against him on trial day.

But it hurts.

I take a deep breath against the locker. I'm sure I'm just confused. The one who needs me is Derek, to whom I owe a huge explanation of why I have kissed him that I can't even give myself, and who has taken the worst part of all this because of me, and not even if I have stopped to ask how you are.

Several sweaty guys walk into the locker room and start looking at me confused, probably wondering what I'm doing standing there.

I leave the men's locker room much more confused than I have entered and gone into the women's locker room, where coincidentally there is only the girl with whom Azael was kissing, who is one of the girls in the ring. The changing room is usually empty and I do not understand why today's girls should practice more boxing, it would not go bad at all, but it is a pity that it has the prototype that it is only for rough men or women. That way I would have someone to fight in the ring since in all gyms they prohibit me from fighting men because of my gender. Surely more than one would be left on the ground.

I take my sports bag from the locker and change my clothes as quickly as possible under the watchful eye of the redhead.

-Azael is very hot, right?- she says, taking off his shirt. His question has a certain tone of malice, and I know he asks why he has seen us enter the men's locker room, and something is sensed.

-You will know that you've had your tongue down his throat for half an hour.- I answer, slamming the locker shut and heading towards the exit, without giving him time to answer.

I walk out of the gym and see Derek leaning on his bike, wiping the blood off his face with a tissue, looking at himself in the rearview mirror. I didn't know he had a motorcycle.

-Derek- He looks at me without saying anything and I can see some remorse in his eyes- I'm sorry -I speak sincerely.

-Why did you do it?- he asks, intrigued. Then he throws the bloodstained paper on the floor and folds his arms. His face is shattered and it hurts to see him like this since it was my fault.

- I ...- I don't even know what I'm going to say, so I'm lucky when Derek interrupts me.

-You like it, right? -A lump forms in my throat.- That's why when he saw him kissing Lexy you kissed me, to make him jealous- he accuses me. I do not know what to say. But I'm sure I don't like Azael. I can't like him.

-You did not fall short- I say accusing him too. Not that he had disliked our kiss, because he reciprocated it quite willingly.

-Lexy was watching- he answers with a shrug. - She is my ex-girlfriend, the redhead with whom your boy was giving the lot. -when she addresses him as 'my boy' something inside me is oppressed. I don't like the way that sounds at all.- Besides, you're good. she adds later.

-Then we are in the same- I say crossing my arms and sighing.

- It seems so- He seems thoughtful- But you're a very good girl, he doesn't deserve you.

I know Derek, I know.

The moon casts his shadow against the asphalt, making him look like a bad boy, the complete opposite of what he is.

-She doesn't either. You deserve something better- I say with a smile, dramatizing a bit.

He laughs and slaps the back seat of his bike twice.

-Goes up. I take you home- I nod and he shakes my hand to help me up. Then he takes the helmet from him and hands it to me.

-And you?- I ask, referring to how he's going to drive without his helmet on.

- Nothing will happen to me- he says as I put on my helmet.

The image of Azael on the motorcycle comes to mind since he always goes without a helmet.

Shit don't think about him anymore!

Derek starts the bike and starts heading towards my house. I hold on very tightly to the two rear parts of the bike that serve to hold someone, although Derek drives very gently and with caution, it is the first time that I am riding a motorcycle, and this is scary.

Once we got to my house, I got off the red bike and gave Derek the helmet.

-Thank you very much for bringing me- I say with a smile.

After what happened, he had a thousand reasons to be angry with me and has decided to bring me home, so I appreciate that.

-It was nothing. -He says putting on his helmet being careful not to touch his blows. He then starts and disappears down the road. I enter my house feeling the contrast of the heat, which is nothing compared to how cold it is outside. Mom and Jim are sitting at the kitchen table.

-To Gigi's house, it said. She is a friend, she said- my mother says suddenly.

-What?

-Who was the boy on the motorcycle? Is your boyfriend?

Jim watches the funny scene as he punches a piece of salad.

- Were you spying on me?

-Do not. I have only heard one motorcycle and I have looked out, nothing more- she says innocently.

-Yeah ... sure... Well, you should know that he is a classmate, who has seen me walking alone and has decided to bring me here. You should be grateful, something could have happened to me at this hour. -He made her face. The truth is that I don't like lying at all, but I must admit that I do it very well.

-And that bag? -He says looking at the sports bag that I carry in my hand. Shit.

-Some clothes I left for my friend last week- I pause and raise an eyebrow - Are you finished with the interrogation? Because I have to go to the shower ...

-Come on- she says, gesturing with her hand. Jim laughs.

After taking a shower I decided to put on my pajamas and watch a movie before going to sleep, having so many nerves has taken away my appetite. At that, a call from an unknown number enters my mobile.

-Tell me?

-Lailah?- says a familiar voice on the other line. In the background, I can hear glass breaking.- I'm Scott. I need you to come to my apartment now.

He seems alarmed.

-What? Why? Scott?

-It's Azael. -He says worriedly. An object falling to the ground and an incoherent babbling can be heard behind his voice.- He has arrived drunk and has started breaking things and it is not that I have enough money to renew furniture, also he has already damaged my car and that already are many expenses.

-What do you want me to do? -I ask. The truth is that Scott's furniture and Azael's drunkenness are not problems that keep me awake.

-He keeps saying you named Lailah. I think he's trying to tell me to come over. Besides, I can't take care of him by myself!

I wonder how long it took him to get drunk like that right out of the gym.

-And am I supposed to? I don't owe him anything Scott if he's gotten like this it's his problem and he should fix it and deal with the consequences from him.

-I'm not to blame either! And neither do my furniture! But this has to do with you. -pauses and several knocks are heard. I snort and put a hand to my head.- Look Lailah, do it even if it's just for me, I think you owe me a favor after what you put me through the other day, your parents almost called the police.

Okay, that's right. I still remember his face when I said I didn't know who he was.

-I don't even know where you live and I don't have a car. How do you want it to go? -this is surreal. I hate fucking Azael. And for the record, I wouldn't accept if it weren't for the favor I owe Scott,

Above, how do I leave the house without my mother knowing about it?

-I pass you the location by message. Come quickly please- he says before hanging up.

Where have I been?