My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

“Well, thank you for the absolute destruction of our fragile egos, but we have a date after all of that and Oliver has some lunch to buy us.” Sam walks up and puts his arm around my shoulder. "Actually there's another class.” I say biting my lip, looking as apologetic as I can. “But you guys can go, I'll catch up later.” I have no intention of chasing them down at all. I feel like this little friend bubble we have been in for the last 12 hours is about to break.

“How many more classes are we talking?” Sam leans back to look at me. “I am slowly dying from lack of food here.”

“You should have eaten before we came, like a normal person.” Sierra laughs at him.

“I was unaware of the team breakfast at the beta house to satisfy the ridiculous amount of exercise I would be subjected to today. How many more Little Bit? If you're here, then we're here so you can stop making us look pathetic.” He laughs.

“The next class is a basics class for beginners and non-warriors just to stay sharp and in shape. It's less intense than the rest of the training, but I think it's super important. It runs for 2 hours. Then we're done for the day.”

again. I'm going to die.” Sam walks off to grab

pretty sure I didn't challenge anyone.” I say

again with curious and hopeful expressions on their faces. They even come down to do some of the exercises with us, which is a rare thing. They don’t normally

body weight exercises are great for our newer, younger fighters and our older fighters who want to stay in shape. We work on dynamic and functional movement, building

we are all still a sweaty mess when we are walking out of the arena. “Should we go home and change before we eat?” I ask noting I probably look something

a chance Little Bit, get your sweaty ass in the truck and for the love of my sanity somebody feed me!” Sam growls out. “Martha won't care, when she hands Oliver the bill. I'm going to eat one of everything on that menu. You guys are going to have to roll me out the

back. Sam basically hauls Sierra in and on his lap with a lot of protesting on her part. Dakota picks me up from behind and slides me into the center of the front seat like I weigh nothing as Cameron jumps in and fires up the truck. Is it weird that after all of that working out and sweating, I am not at all bothered