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HEY GUYS IM SO SORRY ABOUT MY LAST BOOK CLUELESS. I COULDNT UPDATE FOR A WHILE AND IT GOT DELETED FROM MY LIST. IM WRITING THIS NEW BOOK AND I HOPE YOU ALL READ IT. HAPPY READS!

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Avery Callaway POV

Left arm. Punch. Right arm. Punch. Kick. Dodge. Kick. My opponent is down. Not a sweat broken, not a scratch. Dude's lying on the floor unconscious. I love practice.

I grabbed a water bottle and downed half in one go. Ladylike.

"Don't choke, Av." My best friend Marissa chuckled from behind me.

"Wanna get punched?"

"Ill pass."

I laughed and looked at her scared face. She knows she'd lose. After all, I have got the supernatural werewolf touch. And she does no fighting whatsoever.

"I hear that your getting a new training partner." Marissa commented.

"How'd you find out?"

"Your trainer told me."

I'm confused. She doesn't even talk to Rob.

"You talked to Rob?"

"Yup." She said like it was the most obvious thing ever.

Oh well. Its Marissa. Crazy weirdo. I have a new partner in training coming in tomorrow at practice. Great. Another person I gotta teach while Rob stands there and learns more from me than I do from him.

I went over to my locker and got my bag out. I sprayed myself with Victoria Secret perfume and tied my hair up in a messy bun. I walked out of 'the dungeon' with Marissa. The dungeon is our underground fighting rink and practice hot spot.

"You gonna drive me home?" Marissa asked me.

I looked at her in amusement.

"Do I have a choice? I drove you here."

She looked at me and looked up, pondering what I said in her head.

"Good point. But can i sleep over tonight?"

"You don't have to ask. You practically live at my house, Mar."

It was true. You see, Marissa doesn't exactly have the coziest family. Her mother is an alcoholic and her father abandoned her at birth. Her mom doesn't exactly talk about it much.

"So, whats the plan for tonight?" Marissa asked, ginning like a fool at the fact that it was Friday and its the night to go out and do some crazy shit.

"I don't know...." I muttered. A knowing smile on my face as we glanced at each other sideways. We both turned to each other at the same time,

"Blackmail?"

"Blackmail."

Blackmail was the ultimate hangout for Marissa and I. It was the sickest club ever. There floors were glass and had water illuminated by blue lights under the glass. There were colorful strobe lights, great music, a bar, and dancers in glass tubes hanging above the crowd.

Marissa and I had snuck into the place since we hit sixteen years old. Now we're eighteen and legal so, no more hardship getting in.

We hopped into my black Jeep Wrangler and sped to my place.

We pulled into my long driveway and stepped inside my mansion. I would move out like a rich eighteen year old would want to, but i'd miss my house.

My parents would be the least of my worries. They were both doctors that traveled the earth and helped people.

I'm not mad at them though, they do what they have to in order to provide for me. I'm not magically rich.