Alpha Jax
I resecure my towel around my body and reach down to gather my own things from the bench, tucking my clothes and toiletry bag under an arm and turning to head for the opposite door, to the squad dorms.
I’m about halfway to it when it swings open and a guy with bright red hair steps through. Drew.
I haven’t seen Drew in months- since he went off to summer training camp after graduation. He’s Clay’s best friend, and the two of them were practically inseparable in high school. Because of their friendship, I know Drew pretty well, too, because he was always hanging around when I was with Clay. The guy is kind of a jerk; I was never particularly fond of him back then, and I have no reason to pret