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[color=slategray][sub]A [@Universorum] and [@smarty0114] collab
Location: The 365 Combat Club
Featuring: [color=a52521][b]Owen Lyon[/b][/color] and [color=31ba9f][b]Jamie Callaghan[/b][/color]
Interacting With: Trixie via Text (and thoughts) [@Lovely Complex][/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr][indent]Owen wiped the sweat off of his brow and sucked down a fresh Gatorade, Glacier Freeze flavor, before he climbed up on top of the corner of the boxing ring in the center of the gym, and sat there, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. [color=a52521][b]“Maya. Play something calm.”[/b][/color] He said, speaking allowed to his Assistant. The gym was nothing but him; he’d turned the sign to say closed, but hadn’t bothered locking the door. What kind of asshole would let themselves in while the sign said ‘closed?’ He had no problem playing loud music and reflecting on the day.

He checked his phone, and seeing no text messages from Trixie, Owen dropped his phone to the ground as the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6hEVm2ENAE]music[/url] filled the area. Owen nodded to himself, mentally praising his assistant. Good choice. He put his elbows on his thighs and put his head in his hands. Owen let out a long breath, and thought about how he let things get so bad.

Why couldn’t he just be like Sebastian, or even Gabriel? They would have taken matters into their own hands, and used their fists to fix things. Owen could do that; Owen had the skill to fight most people, but Hailey and her goons? That was easy. He could have beat them into submission and taken his prize. 

And with his prize in hand, the Lyon would roar.

But Owen wasn’t Sebastian. Owen wasn’t Gabriel.

He just wanted Trixie back. Was that so much to ask? All he needed was to talk to her. So why didn’t he? Why was he afraid of her reaction? Because he knew that if she reacted poorly, it was one and done. He had to pad the reaction as mucha s he could, which may prove to be harder than he’d thought, since the silver tongued snake was always with her.

Fucking Ophelia. Maybe he should just tell Belle, or even his mom. But, that would bring in the whole family crashing down on them, and he didn’t want that. Didn’t want to deal with the frustrations he knew would come from that route. He’d fix this himself.

Owen ran his hand through his hair, and watched sweat droplets fall to the ground and he let out a long breath, snapping his fingers. The lights in the gym cut, and it got dark; the only remaining one was the dome light above the ring. He needed a break.

The mid afternoon sun was beaming down on the Hills outside of the gym, the area strangely absent of the buzzing with the usual bustle of Beverly Hills at this hour. While the sun was beating down, the air was still cold, chilled by a light breeze. Jamie’s breath turned to mist in front of him as he bustled towards the front door of the gym, pulling it open and walking inside.

Yes, he’d been planning to meet Owen on Wednesday, but Jamie’s curiosity had forced his hand on this one. He’d driven by the gym and spotted Owen’s car, and decided it was now or never. Walking into the gym, Jamie was immediately hit by the smell of sweat, a hot, moist air wrapping around him and enveloping his senses. [color=31ba9f][i]God I can practically taste the masculinity.[/i][/color]

Making his way through the dark gym, Jamie eventually came upon Owen, alone in a boxing ring, sitting under the one light in the gym. [color=31ba9f][i]And they say the gays have a flair for the dramatic,[/i][/color] Jamie thought, rolling his eyes. He didn’t have a very high opinion of the boy, but that much wasn’t very secret to anyone. Whatever his thoughts on Trixie, he didn’t like cheating, and what Owen had done to Marshall at the party was shitty. He hadn’t remembered much, but he remembered that. His teeth ground together at the thought of The Abominable Snowman here shoving Marshall against the door. That said, he’d try to be professional, for the sake of the story. [color=31ba9f][b]”Owen Lyon, just the man I wanted to talk to,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, holding his notebook and a pencil out in front of him.

Owen did not initially look up. He kept his head in his hands, and wondered why he even bothered turning the fucking sign to say ‘closed.’ He should have known it would be out of the reach of the people who lived in L.A. to honor such a request as to ‘stay out of my place of business.’ [color=a52521][b]“Gym’s closed. Didn’t you see the sign?”[/b][/color] It was then that Owen looked up, hoping off the place where he sat and taking in the person that had invaded his sanctum. Jamie? The guy that was on the newspaper? The snake? [color=a52521][b]“What are [i]you[/i] doing here? Don’t you have… anything or where else to be? Shouldn’t you be trying to steal Trixie’s spot, or something?”[/b][/color] Owen leaned on the ropes, rather surprised that Jamie was here. For what reason, he did not know, but Owen was sure of one thing. He’d probably disagree with it.

Jamie rolled his eyes. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but the resistance Owen gave was still a nuisance. But, he kept his cool and soldiered on, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He didn’t need to piss off Owen on his home turf.[color=31ba9f][b] “I’m here to ask you some questions about your breakup with Trixie. Get your side of the story. You two were a big deal, and the breakup shocked everyone. Trixie got a chance to say her piece, but I think the people would be more interested in hearing what you have to say, assuming you’re willing,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, doing his best to make it seem as if he was doing Owen a favor, rather than trying to figure out why he cheated on his ex-girlfriend, and then report back to her.

Almost immediately, Owen’s face soured. He slipped through the ropes and jumped down to the floor, walking forward so he stood across from Jamie, arching one of his eyebrows, [color=a52521][b]“what, are you serious?”[/b][/color] He questioned, before shaking his head. [color=a52521][b]“I’m not interested. Thank you, though. I don’t like talking about my personal life, especially not with the media.”[/b][/color] Owen explained, trying his best to take the civil way, though all the different reasons flooding through his head for Jamie to be approaching such a subject did nothing but irk him.

He flicked his head toward the door. [color=a52521][b]“Now, since both of us know you have no business in a gym, the doors right there. Don’t let it hit you on the way out, okay?”[/b][/color] Owen was done with this discussion, and he hoped he did a good job of sending that message.

Jamie’s exterior remained cool and collected, even through Owens snide comment.[color=31ba9f][i] Asshole.[/i][/color] Jamie probably should’ve turned around and left. But Jamie wasn’t the type to let a story go. So he tried again. [color=31ba9f][b] “Look, I get that you aren’t my biggest fan, but a statement from you would go a long way, especially for you. Dispel the homophobe rumors, and get Trixie to see your side of the story? If you want to reach her, a story in her paper is the way,”[/b][/color] Jamie said. How could this kid resist that? Jamie was practically offering him his ex back, an ex that everyone and their mother, knew he wanted back. He had to take the bait.

Kid didn’t get the idea of ‘no,’ did he? He wasn’t going to feed Jamie a ‘story’ for the paper, he wasn’t going to be something that people gawked at.  At the homophobe comment, though, Owen scowled. Did people seriously buy into that bullshit? His best friend had been fucking Marshall before this had happened, for God’s sake. [color=a52521][b]“Why is it so hard for you to get it? I don’t want that kind of thing to be published. Especially not by you, you’d find a way to blow it out of proportion and sensationalize it. I. Do. Not. Trust. You. Don’t you get that, man?”[/b][/color] Owen made a face again, before adding, [color=a52521][b]“Marshall was my best friend for five years. If people think I’m a homophobe, they’re projecting and using me to fill the villain role in their life. Now, do you need me to escort you to the door, or something?”[/b][/color]

Jamie did his best to bite his tongue. He really did. But Marshall came up and he just couldn’t help the retort that slipped past his lips. [color=31ba9f][b]”Yeah, sure seemed like it when you slammed him up against a door and almost beat his face in. I’m sure he really felt the love there,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, turning around and storming towards the door, his blood pumping like he’d just run a marathon. Why had he gotten so peeved? Marshall? Did he care that much about him that he was willing to take on Owen Lyon? Apparently so.

[color=a52521][b]“Fuck you, man!”[/b][/color] Owen barked, throwing his middle finger at Jamie’s back as he walked away. Fucking coward; he showed up and pushed his buttons, then left as soon as it got scary. [color=a52521][b]“You always walk away when you get upset? You’re a coward, Jamie…”[/b][/color] Owen folded his arms over his chest, and carried on.

[color=a52521][b]“Aren’t you? That’s why some random guy had to step in, and save Marshall for you. Since you ain’t got the balls to take a shot. That’s okay, I don’t blame you. Your pretty little face might collapse, and that just wouldn’t be good for anyone.”[/b][/color]

Whoop, there it is. Jamie froze just as he was about to exit the gym, spun on his heel and marched right back towards Owen. The rational part of his brain had been switched off. His heart was slamming against his chest, as if trying to warn him against what he was considering. But he kept going. [color=31ba9f][b]”I’d rather be a coward then a cheater, Lyon. Oh, wait. According to Trixie, you’re both,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, sneering ever so slightly.

If Owen were anyone else, he might not have had the self control necessarily to hold back, to drag it out, to torment Jamie. Jamie had asked for this, he’d butted in somewhere he didn’t belong, broaching a subject he didn’t have any business involved in. Owen would show him, definitively, once and for all, that Owen’s relationship with Trixie was not to be ‘dug into.’ Owen controlled his breathing, did his best to control his anger, and pressed on further.

[color=a52521][b]“I’m no coward, Jamie. You’re gettin’ all riled now, ain’t you? Least I don’t surround myself with the girls everyone hates because I’m desperate for attention and popularity, yeah? This is gonna get very real, very fast, man.”[/b][/color] Owen lifted his head up, presenting his chin, tapping his jawline. [color=a52521][b]“I’m gonna give you a freebie. You ever hit anyone before? Here. Go for it. Swing for the fuckin’ fences, you little bitch.”[/b][/color]

And Jamie did just that. Making sure his thumb wasn’t inside his fist, Jamie twisted his body and extended his arm, sending a right cross straight into Owen’s jaw. Just like Dad had taught him. It hurt his hand, but he imagined it hurt Owen a hell of a lot more. No matter how buff you get, you can’t build muscle on your face.

No matter how many times he got hit, it still hurt. Even untrained fists were still fists. Bone hitting bone hurt, but Jamie wasn’t a fighter. Owen, on the other hand, was. He took a slight step back, mostly taken off guard by strength he hadn’t expected in Jamie’s small, twink-like form. He looked down at Jamie, rubbing his jaw. [color=a52521][b]“Nice hit, kid.”[/b][/color] Then, immediately, Owen’s left hand flew out, colliding with the side of Jamie’s head as he stepped into it, using the small distance from the stumble he’d had. Then, his right hand came up in an uppercut, a one two combo that came out fast as lightning.

After Jamie fell on his back, Owen stepped forward, rolling his neck. [color=a52521][b]“Now you get up, you leave, and you don’t ever come back.”[/b][/color] Owen said in a low growl, his eyes dark.

Jamie had never been punched in the face before, but he’d come to a conclusion after only one time. It fucking hurt. But he wasn’t about to let that show. He gritted his teeth and quietly stood back up, his eye already swelling where Owen’s fist had connected.[color=31ba9f][b] “Cheating on Trix was the best thing you could’ve done for her,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, before turning and walking out, grabbing his notebook off the ground on his way. Once the refreshing breeze hit his face he felt his jaw begin to ache where Owen had punched it. God this was gonna hurt for a while. Ever the faithful servant though, he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Trixie.

[center][b]To: [color=15603A]Trix[/color]
[color=31ba9f]your ex sucks. he didn’t give much info but don’t worry. ill get it out of him eventually[/color][/b][/center][/indent]