MITCH P.O.V.
I love training in the morning. The cool, crisp air blowing on your face as you run, jump and kick. Best feeling ever.
"Hey loser." Becka sarcastically says to me.
"Hey Beck" I said to her as I hit the punching bag. I chuckle when I hear a growl come from her, she hates being called Beck.
"Why must you get on my nerves?" She questions as he holds the other side of the bag for me.
"I dunno" I say with a 1,2 punch.
"Anyways" she continues "i was wondering if you would like to train with Drew today? I have some stuff to do for my parents and i don't want him to be alone. Plus you didn't really get a chance to talk to him last night with all the fun stuff going on last night." She says with her eyebrows.
"Sure, Becka. And I could use someone besides one of the warriors
