So I continue my life as if I've never met Dillon. Running late to classes in the morning, not doing homework and rarely going out with my friends for a few drinks.
But Dillon has left a big imprint in my daily life. For example I don't get drunk anymore. Or I actually care about my appearance in case I bump into him in the hallways. He continues to take our gym classes and makes us train to become warriors. I gave him no other choice but to let me train.
"You'll regret it," he says as I walk into the gym with my gear bag in hand. "Well Alpha Junior, as you said yourself. Everyone has to take part. No exceptions. What makes me different," I shrug playing a small, cheeky smirk.
He growls. "Everyone has 5 minutes to get dressed and pick a station. Those late will do laps!" he shouts. I fr
