Declan’s POV
The second round was over, we had made it through, as had Duke. We were each set to take on our opponents in three days. I was walking out of the gym alone, lost in my arguing thoughts. I had stayed after the rest of the team called it a night, finding the incessant burn in my muscles helped calm my mind. I still hadn’t spoken to Dakota, call me a p***y, but every time I saw her, she was with that douche, I couldn’t get her alone. As I rounded the building, I bumped into something soft, ‘Jesus, do you have a thing about running me down?’ came an annoyed voice that I knew so well.
Snapping my head up, I blinked as Dakota came into view, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she looked up at me nervously. ‘Umm . . you can let go’ she added, glancing down at her arms which, I
