#Chapter49
Stupid
Adrian Nielsen
/"I'm not training with you./" I said as I got out of the boxing ring to avoid having a training session with Chance. He's a good boxer and I don't want to have bruises for a month.
/"Why not?/" Chance laughed as he put down his water and phone. He turned to our trainer, Jeff, and smirked.
/"I'm done for the day./"
/"One game, Nielsen. One game won't hurt./" Chance said and I took my water bottle from the ground shaking my head in the process.
/"You're such a loser./" He mocked.
/"I rather be a loser than going around in a wheelchair. Last time I had a match with you, I ended up with crutches you dickhead./" I hissed and Jeff laughed.
/"Why the hell are you doing in Paris? Aren't you supposed to be in Denmark?/" I turned my head to see Angelo walking in.
