Advice

Jensen

Last night, the three teenagers, Dillian, and I watched as Riggs and Storm pummeled each other's bodies in the ring. There was no clear winner, and that's what scared me the most. They are equals as fighters and Riggs's movements aren't near as smooth as Storms. It was like watching a lion and a bear trying to rip each other to shreds. Storm is the lion and Riggs is the bear. They killed each other. Not really, they called a drawl because they were both equally exhausted as they both fell to the mats.

"Yeah. We decided we're equals, Bonnie," Storm explains.

"We talked last night. We are similar yet different, so it'll work. We are friends now, Viper," Riggs expounds with a wink in her direction. "You are ours tonight."

That hurts as she agrees. Does she not want me anymore? I feel like an odd man out and I'm not liking it. At least now I can empathize with Carter. With him working with Razor Grothman, he became the black sheep of t