I just needed to remember how I thought.
PART THREE — FIVE MINUTES
On Friday night, the gym was full.
Claire was near the front.
She seemed nervous.
Derek looked excited.
I walked into the carpet with a grey T-shirt and black pants.
The crowd laughed when they saw my lameness.
Derek bounced off his toes.
“Are you sure about this, man?”
“Start the clock.”
The timer started.
Derek attacked immediately.
Jab.
Cruz.
Low kick.
His pimple crashed into my injured leg.
The pain exploded through my knee.
The crowd cheered.
Derek smiled.
He threw another combination.
I blocked the first hit.
The second caught my cheek.
I tried blood.
