The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 80

Chapter 80

“So, what was going on in there?” Jackson asks softly as we move through the quiet halls, glancing over his shoulder as we go.

“Don’t you know?” I ask, frowning up at him.

He just looks at me blankly, not answering.

“Well, then why did you interrupt?” I ask, confused. Because it’s one thing if Jackson interrupted because he knew that Alvez was going to be a creep, but quite another if he interrupted for…well, why else would he have interrupted?

“I don’t trust that guy,” Jackson sighs, the words slipping between clenched teeth. “Something’s…off about him.” He moves his eyes to me again, searching my face. “Was I wrong?” His words are tense.

I sigh, shaking my head. “No, you weren’t wrong, Jackson,” I say, looking forward as we climb into an elevator and Jackson presses the brass button, closing he doors. “I was…very uncomfortable in there.”

–

Jackson grunts in a self–satisfied way, pleased I think to have his instincts confirmed. “I

don’t like the way he looks at you,” he says, quite soft. “I knew it was going to be trouble when he gave me that note, asking you to come alone.”

“How did you know the note said to come alone?” I ask, looking up at him.

Jackson turns, instantly frowning down at me like the answer is obvious. “Because I read it.”

I burst out laughing, shaking my head at him. “Jackson, you can’t just read my mail.

“I was helping you!”

“That’s not an excuse!” but I’m smiling, and he smirks back at me, figuring out that I’m not actually mad. Because he really did help me – I’d have been in a very tricky situation, I think, had Jackson not come pounding on the door.

let yourself be alone with him,” Jacksons murmurs as the elevator raises us up into

Rafe or..or come get me. Or

he pretends not to notice that I’m looking at

I’m special to him, in some way. It’s happening, I think, on almost a bodily

—

me, sitting back on her haunches and turning her head curiously in Jackson’s direction. He must have figured it out and he’s just…playing

study him, I’m not so sure. Jackson – he’s smart, but in some ways he’s so outside of our world, our culture. Would he be able to

his attraction to me, if he feels it? I’ve heard that Northern communities are much, much less progressive with things like homosexuality and gender

dormitory floor, shaking my head at

asks, stepping out of the elevator and turning his attention back to

head as I continue to look up at him, at the

stumbles a step as we

actually do that. “Me?” he says

–

that I’m certainly the one keeping

the hall and begin to climb them up to my floor. “Things you’re

gladly tell you everything you want to know – every single thought in my head, Clark, for the secrets you’re

as we make our way to my door.

the

own door, I

exercising. That

easy, to just…tug Jackson

him

do it, I

the direction of my thoughts, knowing that

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