My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“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.”

Sam walks off to grab his water bottle as the rest of the guys, the Luna

I didn’t challenge anyone.” I say to no one

see the current leaders watching us 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

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

are walking out of the arena. “Should we go home and change before we eat?” I ask noting I probably look something close to a drowned rat

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

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 by the smell of these boys? Collectively, it’s a musky scent that is all male, but not bad by

regulars because they didn’t even wait to be seated, they walked straight back to an extra large corner booth. I somehow ended up