tossed his backpack on his desk chair and his keys and wallet on his shelf in the closet.
“There’s this thing called practice. You should ask Allen Iverson about it,” Ben said.
“It was an optional Friday night workout. My guess is you and a couple student managers had some nice alone time.”
Parker was right, Ben was the only runner who bothered to show up.
“Relax, it’s like,” Ben looked down at his watch, “It’s 7:08 p.m. I don’t even go out that much and even I know people aren’t going out this early.”
“No man, this is different. It’s Fight Night,” Parker said.
“What the heck is fight night?”
“I know you’re only a freshman, but how the heck do you not know what fight night is. It’s like the biggest night of the year. They convert the dance floor at 8 Seconds into a cage and several local MMA guys go buck wild.”
Ben rolled his eyes. “Sounds amazing. Shocked I didn’t know about it.”
“That’s not even the best part. You have to see the girls that show up at these things.”
“I thought we were meeting some girls there or something.”
“No, they kind of bailed…” Parker said. “It’s all good, though, Brad and Jimmy’s gonna meet us there.”
“Brad’s alright, but Jimmy?”
“Why don’t we call some of your friends then? Oh that’s right—everyone else on the team hates you because you’re an ass.”
“I’m not an ass. I’m just honest.”
“So, go get ready, I want to get there early and grab a table up front.”
Ben walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. “You know these girls likely come out for the ripped fighters and not the skinny runners.”
“That hurts, man,” Parker said.
“Maybe next time you won’t skip those optional workouts.”
10
Nikki
April 3, 2015
Casey stood in front of her bathroom mirror, adjusting the straps on her red and white polka dot chiffon blouse. Nikki walked in as she tapped the face of the black Fitbit on her left wrist. It was 8:37 p.m.
“You’re not wearing that are you?”
Casey looked down at her shirt. “What’s wrong with this shirt?”
“No. That .” Nikki said, pointing at her Fitbit.
“Umm, yes. I love my Fitbit.” Casey double tapped the tiny horizontal screen. “Plus I still need another three thousand steps tonight,” she said with a smile.
Nikki laughed and leaned forward to dab on some lipgloss with her pinky. She pursed her lips in the mirror, the soft peach matte complimenting her white strapless peplum top and black skinny jeans.
“Remind me why we’re going to this thing again tonight,” Casey said.
“Because there are going to be really cute guys there. And because I never get to hang out with my best friend because she always comes up with lame excuses not to go out. Did I mention the really cute guys part?”
Casey turned around and looked at her jeans in the mirror.
Nikki did the same. “I wish my butt looked that good.”
Casey pointed at her Fitbit and joked, “Maybe you should consider one of these.”
11
Bad Idea
April 3, 2015
Ben looked around at the usually country-themed nightclub. The dance floor had been replaced by The Octagon: an eight sided fighting cage. It was about six feet tall with eight steel posts wrapped in thick plastic covered foam that held up vinyl coated chain-link fence panels. It looked exactly like the cage he’d seen on television, except probably ordered on Amazon and assembled by a few half-drunk college students.
Two fighters were already in the ring, and the referee was speaking to both of them about something. Instead of waitresses, there were Octagon Girls. They were wearing black, boy style, low-cut bathing suit bottoms and a matching bikini top.
It was a little past ten, which meant the first fight was slightly behind schedule. The crowd was already getting impatient and rowdy. Two fights had broken out and quickly ended by three white guys the size of John Cena. They were dragged
“There’s this thing called practice. You should ask Allen Iverson about it,” Ben said.
“It was an optional Friday night workout. My guess is you and a couple student managers had some nice alone time.”
Parker was right, Ben was the only runner who bothered to show up.
“Relax, it’s like,” Ben looked down at his watch, “It’s 7:08 p.m. I don’t even go out that much and even I know people aren’t going out this early.”
“No man, this is different. It’s Fight Night,” Parker said.
“What the heck is fight night?”
“I know you’re only a freshman, but how the heck do you not know what fight night is. It’s like the biggest night of the year. They convert the dance floor at 8 Seconds into a cage and several local MMA guys go buck wild.”
Ben rolled his eyes. “Sounds amazing. Shocked I didn’t know about it.”
“That’s not even the best part. You have to see the girls that show up at these things.”
“I thought we were meeting some girls there or something.”
“No, they kind of bailed…” Parker said. “It’s all good, though, Brad and Jimmy’s gonna meet us there.”
“Brad’s alright, but Jimmy?”
“Why don’t we call some of your friends then? Oh that’s right—everyone else on the team hates you because you’re an ass.”
“I’m not an ass. I’m just honest.”
“So, go get ready, I want to get there early and grab a table up front.”
Ben walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. “You know these girls likely come out for the ripped fighters and not the skinny runners.”
“That hurts, man,” Parker said.
“Maybe next time you won’t skip those optional workouts.”
10
Nikki
April 3, 2015
Casey stood in front of her bathroom mirror, adjusting the straps on her red and white polka dot chiffon blouse. Nikki walked in as she tapped the face of the black Fitbit on her left wrist. It was 8:37 p.m.
“You’re not wearing that are you?”
Casey looked down at her shirt. “What’s wrong with this shirt?”
“No. That .” Nikki said, pointing at her Fitbit.
“Umm, yes. I love my Fitbit.” Casey double tapped the tiny horizontal screen. “Plus I still need another three thousand steps tonight,” she said with a smile.
Nikki laughed and leaned forward to dab on some lipgloss with her pinky. She pursed her lips in the mirror, the soft peach matte complimenting her white strapless peplum top and black skinny jeans.
“Remind me why we’re going to this thing again tonight,” Casey said.
“Because there are going to be really cute guys there. And because I never get to hang out with my best friend because she always comes up with lame excuses not to go out. Did I mention the really cute guys part?”
Casey turned around and looked at her jeans in the mirror.
Nikki did the same. “I wish my butt looked that good.”
Casey pointed at her Fitbit and joked, “Maybe you should consider one of these.”
11
Bad Idea
April 3, 2015
Ben looked around at the usually country-themed nightclub. The dance floor had been replaced by The Octagon: an eight sided fighting cage. It was about six feet tall with eight steel posts wrapped in thick plastic covered foam that held up vinyl coated chain-link fence panels. It looked exactly like the cage he’d seen on television, except probably ordered on Amazon and assembled by a few half-drunk college students.
Two fighters were already in the ring, and the referee was speaking to both of them about something. Instead of waitresses, there were Octagon Girls. They were wearing black, boy style, low-cut bathing suit bottoms and a matching bikini top.
It was a little past ten, which meant the first fight was slightly behind schedule. The crowd was already getting impatient and rowdy. Two fights had broken out and quickly ended by three white guys the size of John Cena. They were dragged
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