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“So, Ty,” Noah says, glancing between us. “What about you, find work here?”
Noah tentatively watches Ty, and I can tell he is nervous about us. He seems like a timid kind of guy, which is surprising because I’ve seen a video of him fight before. Dude is fucking ruthless.
“Yeah, mechanics are in demand everywhere,” Ty responds, without even looking at Noah.
“Sick, what type of mechanic are you? Airplanes, autos, trains?” Sebastian asks with his lilting Irish accent.
“Auto and motorcycle.” Ty flashes a quick look around the table, then back down to his plate.
Max nods. “That’s awesome you could find work so quick. Full time, too?”
Ty looks at him and nods in response. His gaze then slides to me. “Not all of us are here on vacation.”
I set my drink down and huff out an unamused laugh. “Might as well just say what you want to, Roscoe.”
He lightly shrugs one shoulder. “I did.”
I swallow hard, trying not to explode right here at this table and launch myself at him. “Well, it’s a shame you’ll have to work so much. Guess I’ll just have to catch you up on training at the end of each day. Don’t worry, I won’t let you get too far behind.”
He slams a hand down on the table. “Fuck you, Mitchell. Just because you have an easy life doesn’t mean you’re better than everyone.”
I tilt my head back on a laugh. “Not everyone. Just you.”
He pushes his chair back to get up but Max stands, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Ribbing is fine,” Max says, looking between us sternly. “But any more than that, and we’ll have a problem.”
Ty sighs and nods, pulling his chair back into the table, shooting me another look full of hatred.
“Luca?” Max asks, as I continue to scowl at Ty.
I raise my eyes to him and nod as well. Then I smile. “It’s all fun and games. Right, Tyler?”
Ty’s head whips to me and his eyes narrow. I smile wider, just for him. And get those nice little warm fuzzies again when I see his fists tighten in anger.
“So,” Seb leans forward, placing his forearms on the table. “What’s up with this anyway? Why so much hate? Is there something more than just being in competition with each other for years?”
I scoff, but quickly cover it up with another smile. Max is carefully observing us, and I don’t want to be the one he kicks out because we can’t play nice. This is his gym, and his team. If we don’t fit with his vision, it’s game over. So, I need to play by his rules. Even though it feels like I’ll die trying…
I shrug. “Don’t know. It just is what it is.”
Ty takes a deep breath and shakes his head slightly, poking at the pizza on his plate. “Who knows.”
But I do.
I hate him because he’s a smug asshole who barely appreciates his wins, as he simply nods and walks away. I hate him because he continually strips me of my number one spot in the rankings and doesn’t even seem to care that he has it. Each win is like a simple box checked, like it doesn’t mean anything to him. I hate that, because I want this more than anything. And I hate that he’s good. I hate that he has a talent and skill that I need. And I’ve known this for a while.
And I hate him because it’s fun. Warm fuzzies, remember?
But I don’t say any of this. And Ty doesn’t say anything either. There’s a lot riding on our ability to keep ourselves in check and work together. So I have to try to put this all aside and focus on training.
With him.
How the fuck am I going to do this.
SIX
I just want to get out of here. And I hate that I do. I want to be here, I want to enjoy this. But as we are all at our lockers, getting ready to leave for the day, the sound of Luca’s voice as he chats with everyone is like nails on a fucking chalkboard. He’s laughing and cracking jokes, reminding me of all the reasons I can’t stand this fucker.
