I raised my brow in confusion "Chase mentioned it a few times but I have no idea what fighting goes on at the beach."

"It is like an illegal fighting league that takes place on the beach at night. You can make money on betting on a fighter." Kyle explained, thinking that I cared.

"So, is it boxing or wrestling?" I asked, pretending that I was interested.

"None and both." Chase answered "It is dirty fighting. No rules."

"How often does it happen?"

It sounded rough and dangerous and barbaric.

Kyle replied "Nine o'clock. Every night. The fighters must be making a fortune but no wonder, they are pretty good."

One guy at the table added, "Neptune is the best."

"No way. Vulcan is!" Another guy argued which made all the guys at the table nod in agreement.

All the guys except Chase because instead, he scoffed "No. He’s not."

I looked over to my table. The girl who was flirting with Stone was gone. Lana kept switching her attention from me to Brennan who was fully focused on talking to Stone. He looked to be trying to calm the giant down.

The attention from Stone never withered away. He remained to stare in my direction, and he remained absolutely furious.

I shivered in my chair.

His heated stare was burning holes through me, so I distracted myself by asking more about the beach fight club "What is with the Roman god names?"

Kyle half laughed and half coughed "Why don't you ask—"

"Shut up." Chase said, cutting him off "She doesn't want to know."

I was about to question him when Kyle opened his mouth again and asked, "So are you getting with him?"

"Who?"

"The guy who looks ready to storm across this room and snap all of our necks for even looking at you."

I nudged Chase in a playful way "I hate to break it to you, but a lot of people secretly want do that."

The whole table started laughing and I felt a small feeling of pride.

Kyle stopped laughing to ask again "Seriously though, are you getting with him?"

"Not to sound like an owl but again, who?"

Chase did not look happy as his friend retorted "I definitely think your girl is secretly getting with the tattooed guy."

I started to think that I had I nearly kissed Stone written on my forehead.

"Okay, first off no. Second of all, I am not Chase's girl. I am nobody's." I quickly dismissed their comments "Chase's study buddy, yes. On that note, when and where are we meeting?"

"Ice cream place at the pier" Chase replied.

I nodded "Tomorrow night?"

"Can't." Chase took a bite of his lunch "Football practice."

"How about Wednesday night?"

He thought for a minute and then smiled "That works for me."