The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0239

“How do know this shit,” Jackson mutters, shaking his head, letting himself be led.

you

“You handle kicking the shit out of the bad guys,” Jesse says, giving Jackson a broad grin. ” I’ll handle the girls. Besides, Rafe and I reserve the right to yell at Ariel tonight. We’ve known her longer, we get first dibs. You come to breakfast at our place tomorrow before the train leaves – really give her a piece of your mind then.‘

“If you say so,” Jackson sighs, his eyes moving upwards to the window he knows is hers or, at least, the one closest to the nook in which she sleeps. There’s still a light on, which means she’s still up.

“Trust me, Jacks,” Jesse says, giving him a little squeeze, “I wouldn’t do you dirty. We’re friends now, after all. Best friends.”

“Don’t push it,” Jackson grumbles. But as the pair walk back into the castle Jackson has to admit…the whole friendship thing, it does have its perks. Even if it involves a lot more talking than he’d prefer.

“So, how’d you know?” Ben murmurs, sitting at the other end of the couch while I stretch my legs between us. He digs into his half–eaten third slice of cake with abandon.

“Benny, my love,” I sigh, lifting another forkful of chocolate icing to my mouth

that word –” Ben says, pointing his fork at me with a wink. ” Men

being sweet to me by turns, all in the effort to get me back to myself, to make

most disastrous way

–

of a coward that I couldn’t even tell my mates the reality of our situation –

“Don’t go

the insane piece of gossip

of Rafe’s jokes, Ben, and he’s not

goes still and then bursts

listening to him with your love earmuffs on. My mom does it to my dad, from whom Rafe gets his sense

head back, shaking it. “Both of our greatest secrets, which we thought we were doing such a good job of keeping to

chances of that.”

cock my head. “Benny,” I say, and he lifts his head. to smile at me. “Why did you keep it a secret? I mean, you know that I’d never judge you for it, right? And I have no idea if Rafe or Jesse knows,

little as he pushes his cake around with a fork, “it would…change things, between

“Do