CHAPTER FIFTEEN
AXEL
My phone buzzes in my pocket again, and I forget why I always bring that s**t with me. It’s annoying, even on “vibrate.” I glance over at Lark and Olive.
It’s work.
Fuck.
Coach keeps bugging me, telling me I need to get the f**k back to the ring where I belong. But this is where I belong.
Olive and Lark hold their arms out trying to balance on the logs they’re walking on. This beach is clear and beautiful, even with some washed up debris. They’re smiling and happy, and that’s all that matters.
I unlock my phone and glance over the texts briefly. Seven missed calls. I ignore them all. I have a match coming up, apparently. But I always have a match coming up. I don’t care.
“Axel!” A little voice calls to me.
I put my phone back in my shorts—I should have left it
