What the fuck do you want?

The next month flew by. I was at the fight club every day training letting my anger and frustration out . I was there a little more than I should be. But I was bored. I’d done all of my school work that Hunt had brought back and it was all up to date with his help. Hunt had ventured into the club after school to do his training that guy never failed to impress me Spider and trained him good now he too had his own personal trainer Snake he was a top trainer like Scar who had finally taught me how to get out of his ankle hold and I had used it many times in the ring with my apponets and hadn’t lost a fight yet.

I had agreed to join those that I were once bullied by. They had also asked Hunt to join them much to our surprise. Issiah had found the culprit who had grassed that day and had held him tight. I looked at him glaring daggers. I simply asked. ‘Was it you that got me suspended?’