Fighter

Chapter 4

Maddox Kahn's POV

I watched J.J's grandma Bonnie lead the most beautiful creature I have ever seen into the kitchen. Her hair is long, wavy and blonde, it goes all the way down to her waist. She has the most beautiful green eyes, deep hunter green. Her lips were the most distracting thing about her. They are full and pouty, deep pink and absolutely perfect like the rest of her.

She was wearing a long simple dark green dress with a light brown cardigan.

She's so small and fragile looking, she's skinny but still has a lot of curves on her body.

I then remember Luke and Adam going through her panties and saying she had size 32 C bras and size 5 underwear; the perverts. As she stops by my side, I go to grab her hand and, at the last minute, find my senses and pulled back. She looks up and our eyes meet and hold. I couldn't breathe. Luckily, Coach Parker saved me by walking up to her.

I just watch her laugh and smile as she is being passed around to all the guys. I don't want to hug her, I'm afraid of what I might do. I really hung to kiss those lips, so I hung back and got some food from the stove. I sat at the table, making sure I sat directly across from Hadley. I'm really getting annoyed with Adam and Logan.

They seemed to think they wanted and I wanted to rip out Logan's throat when he called his wife. The guys argue about who will get her and its pissing me off and measuring d***s to see who gets her is idiotic, but I do like to see her laughing. She looked at me and I knew I looked pissed off, so I stood up to go get more food and to calm down.

I hear what Adam says, "No way! Sit your ass back down, Maddox. We said p***s size, not that third leg you keep in your pants."

"I was just getting more to eat, besides, it would take more than a ruler to measure me." I replied, pissed off.

I needed a fight by this point. Nothing is going to help me calm down, so I texted my friend, James, the guy running the fight ring at UCLA.

I NEED A FIGHT TONIGHT. GET ME IN BY 10.

He replies, WILL TRY MY BEST. LET YOU KNOW IN AN HOUR. -J

I am notorious for my temper. I have never lost a fight and I draw in a large crowd and lots of money. That's why I can text James when I need to fight and he makes it happen. Although I don't need the money, it's still a payoff. I fight because I have to get it all out, it's my therapy.

Thirty minutes later, I got the text: TIME HALL BASEMENT 10 O'CLOCK. FIGHTING TREVOR CASEY.