“Easy on the punching part,” Jorge finally spoke up as I watched him pick up his water bottle from the space beside him, “one would think that’s your actual enemy”
“It is the enemy,” I answered and for a second, he glanced at me before his face broke into a thin smile.
“I am wondering why Eleanor is affecting you so much, Corey.” He said again as he began to punch the dummy in front of him again, “the kind of attention you have for her is alarming. I mean, you even want a rematch with her. What’s going on?”
“I should be asking you that,” I returned my focus to the dummy again, “I see the way you look at her and she is the only thing that matters to you. You are even friends with her.”
“That’s not enough criteria to want to sabotage her,”
“Since when did I need criteria?” I asked back,
