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number one. The beginning of the rest of his life.
    Even the bathrooms in this place were designer chic.  All marble and chrome, the height of modern sophistication. Unfortunately, the attention to detail would be lost on many of the young men in this place.  As long as they could wash, eat, train and sleep, then they would have been happy living in a shack with a hole in the ground.
    Jackson felt more than a little unwell. This uneasy feeling was not because it was the first day of his new trainee warrior life.  He wasn’t jittery with nerves. Even though it was a really big deal, he was no longer a child and could handle this. Something else was wrong. Everything felt out of whack. His head was a mess. The last thing he needed was to be forced to take a sick day on the first day of training. He would just have to plough through it.
    Dressed in a pair of distressed Boss jeans and a plain black tee, Jackson threw on a battered old pair of Converse and was ready to roll down to the cafeteria for breakfast. They had been told that the training would be academic today and work out gear wasn’t required.
    Stepping out of the bathroom, he nearly collided with Dylan and Jase who were being trailed into the bathroom by another ridiculously tall trainee.  They all looked blurry eyed with sleep. He could have almost believed that they had been out on the town last night. They all looked wasted.
    “Hey, man. Wait for us, yeah?” Dylan pointed over to a discreet sofa area down the hall and didn’t bother to wait for a response. Jackson decided that he may as well wait for the three of them. After all, it was not any sort of hardship for him to have some friends while he was here. He’d be working with these guy’s for years to come, so it made sense to make some kind of bond.
    It felt like he had only just settled into the large, over stuffed sofa when Dylan and the others came bouncing out of the bathroom. They sure didn’t waste a lot of time on personal hygiene. At least they looked like they were back in the land of the living now and the smell of minty toothpaste wafted on the air, which was better than nothing.
    “Well, what are you waiting for? Come on, Jax! Move your ass.  We’re starving over here.” and Jase gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder, grinning as they reached him.
    Breakfast was pretty much what Jackson would have had at home. Plenty of fresh fruit, cereal, wholesome goodness and all that jazz.  Jase, Dylan and Trey didn’t follow suit, bulking up on plenty of bread, pastries and a crafty chocolate bar or two. Jackson wasn’t exactly religious about his diet.  He wasn’t a health freak or anything like that. He didn’t see his body as a temple, but at the beginning of term, he wanted to make an impression on the teachers and he wanted it to be the right one.
    Pushing out of their seats in unison, the legs of the chairs screeched across the floor and drew the attention of the rest of the student body. Jackson stood a little taller, refusing to be intimidated by the other, older trainee warrior’s scrutiny.
    It was strange. Here he was, a man, and he felt like they were truly back at school. This wasn’t school.  This was a combat training academy. They were grown up, nearly adults. They were here for a common goal.  But, that didn’t lessen the air of competitiveness that filled the building. Jackson shook his head slightly.
    They were heading over towards the sparring room where they were to convene for their first lesson.  That was when the butterflies starting to flit around his stomach. Not that he would have ever admitted that to the others. There was no way that he was making himself out to be such a big girl when he had only just met them, but he was really nervous about attending Warrior Kelton’s class. The man was his damn idol. He was sure to fall flat on his face, he was that goddamn nervous. Jackson felt sick to his stomach. So much for being a man – he felt like a