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Ty is in the same one. We are the same weight with the same experience and skill level, so of course he is. I internally sigh as I scan over the matches. We’re on opposite ends of the bracket to avoid facing each other, since we’re from the same gym. But, as it’s a single elimination competition, there is a chance we could face each other if we both make it to the final round. Looking at these matches though, it looks like I’ll be heading down a hard road to get there.
“Hey!”
I look up from Max’s phone to see Seb and Elijah strolling towards us.
“Aw, you came to cheer us on?” I smile sweetly at them as I hand Max his phone back, and Elijah smacks me on the back.
“That, or wipe away your tears,” he says with a smile.
“Fuck off.” I laugh and push him off me.
“Rosa and Adão are on their way,” Seb says as he takes a seat on the bench beside Noah.
I notice a slight furrow in Ty’s brow as he glances towards Seb.
I huff a breath of amusement, a quip about friendship on the tip of my tongue. But I bite it back as Ty quickly looks away, bringing his attention back to the mats.
Has he ever had support like this before?
Wait, no, yes he has. He always had guys in his corner from his gym back home, and they always seemed to have his back. But the way he spoke about not having anyone, maybe it wasn’t what it seemed? I’m confused. And I’m not sure why I’m confused, because everyone does seem to like Ty. Am I confused about being confused?
Well, if that doesn’t just sum up all my thoughts about Ty Roscoe.
I sit down on the bench beside him, and his attention on the tournament doesn’t falter at all.
“Looks like you’ll have some people to celebrate you today,” I say in a low voice, so only he can hear me.
His head turns, his dark eyes staring into mine. Softly, and with question.
“You all ready to kick some ass??”
Rosa the wrecking ball pulls our attention from each other, as her and Adão arrive with enthusiastic greetings.
I watch, amused, as Rosa wedges herself between Ty and Noah on the bench, smiling at Ty and trying to engage him in conversation.
Which actually… kind of works? Rosa seems to have figured Ty out a bit, as she gets right into a technical breakdown of each match we watch. And I think we’re all a little blown away when Ty even initiates a conversation with her about a sweep that went awry.
If I was less of a secure man, I might be jealous. But I’m not. Nope. Not even a little bit.
Should I be…?
Nah.
Noah’s division is up next, and as our little Demon Mouse heads onto the mat, it’s fucking show time. He dominates all of his matches, as he is a feisty little bastard. Quick, nimble, and can take a body to the mat in a takedown like no other. No one ever sees it coming, and I just fucking love that for him.
“Go Noah!!” Rosa yells as she stands up, watching intently with her hands clasped under her chin, while Noah approaches the mat for the final round of this bracket. Dude is going to take it, I know it.
And also… all those jealous feelings I totally didn’t have, are gone.
I nudge Ty and he just tilts his head towards me slightly, not turning to look at me.
I sigh forcefully, scooting closer to him. “Do you think something is going on there?” I ask quietly.
“Where?” he asks, still not looking at me and with absolutely no interest in his voice whatsoever.
I smack him on the arm and that gets him to turn and look at me. With a scowl, but whatever.
I gesture between Rosa and Noah, as Rosa looks like she’s going to burst from pride and excitement.
