" If you're so nice why don't I call you.." I trailed off trying to think of a nickname for him. " Mr. Nice Guy." He smirked and went back to his punching bag. I rolled my eyes and walked out the front door, calling back to him. " Then I will see you later, Mr. Nice Guy." I'm Alysha Fox, your average 17 year-old teenager. My father runs a fight club and my mother travels around the world for charity, I live with my father. The only reason I stay with him is because there is always an adventure waiting to happen in L.A.All Rights Reserved