Chapter 15

“We got to an iron door. He opened it by inputting a code that I immediately burned into my brain. The door opened to reveal a waiting room. Fifteen guys, who looked around my age, sat in the room. Five seemed to be in a heated discussion. The welcoming smiles and handshakes Mr. Sly received showed me that he was popular and that these were the kids already training. Some of them stared at me weirdly. After some minutes of speaking with Mr. Sly, one of them walked up to me, handshake outstretched.

“Hi, cutie. I’m Damien. What’s your name?” he asked, shaking my hand while scanning me from head to toe like I was an ice cream cone laced with his favorite flavor.

“Like Damien would miss an opportunity to crush on the new intake. Hey newbie, watch your back. He’s taken, though he doesn’t know it.” This comment floated from across the room. When I spotted the person who said that, I knew we would never be friends judging from the hostility spewing from his eyes.

“Now, pl