“Hold your gloves against your temples,” I instructed Adam during our sparring session. It’s been a few weeks and his feelings towards me haven’t changed. Seems like he can hold a grudge a person for a very long time. He still disliked me due to knocking him out twice. “You need to cover up your face so that you can take fewer hits to your face,” I said when I threw a jab to his jaw.
“Would you shut it?” He spat, throwing a punch which I blocked.
I arched an eyebrow dropping my hands next to my sides. “What is your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem.” He muttered.
“Oh, really? You still show up late. You have no manners and your attitude suck.” Even after my father gave him a second chance, he still acts like an obnoxious i***t.
“We can’t all be like the perfect Maxine Cane.” He mocked
