I was standing outside the doors to the changing rooms, inspecting my bruises with my fingers. I winced when I touched the dark bruise forming round my eye.
"Hey," Joey smiled and walked up to me, he handed me a wet wipe and I nodded appreciatively as I took it, wiping the blood that had formed below my nose. "Are you alright? You took a beating in there, literally."
"I've had worse," I admitted and hiss in pain when the wipe makes a cut on my skin sting.
"So when you turned up on your first day with all those bruises it's because you're skilled in fighting?" Joey wondered and I nodded.
"It was Eli then too."
"Jesus," Joey muttered. "He was brutal."
"He is good at what he does," I said stiffly, not wanting to admit it.
"So are you," Joey said. "You two fighting was like something yo
