The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0469

"It's not like that," I say, dropping my head a little, wondering at myself. "My mates - Jackson, especially are...a benefit to me. Not a weakness. I don't need to run from them to do my job; and if I need to be separated from them for an assignment..." I shrug. "I'll make them understand."

"All right," she says, her hands going up to protest her innocence. "Your mates, your business. But, Princess, you have made one mistake."

"What?" I ask, sitting up straight, suddenly worried.

Faiza's smile grows as she winks at me and glances up at the clock on the wall. "You forgot to watch the time. And dad hates it when people are late."

I gasp, leaping to my feet. "Faiza!" I breathe, dashing immediately for the door. "How could you do that to me!?"

"Your schedule is not my problem Cadet!" she calls after me, laughing as I haul the door open and dash out of it. "See you back here the day after tomorrow, and then we'll really get started!"

I'm already five minutes late, which to Neumann might as well be a year. Still, I push myself faster, flying around corners until my

to a stop outside of it and then push it open, panting as I

he sees me panting and breathless, he just rolls his eyes and points to the desks in front of

murmur, stepping inside and doing my best to control my breathing, wiping sweat from my brow as I slip onto a stool behind a lab table. Despite my exhaustion, shock fills me as I look over at the other desks in the room and see that there are

of them are my friends from the

only one that made

drawing my attention immediately back to him when he slams a new textbook, notebook, and pen onto the desk in front of me. I jump and turn towards him, my hands immediately going to the books. "Let us

glance back at the two other students - both of whom sneer at me - and I sigh when I realize that they're two of the ones who protested that I shouldn't be allowed to take the final. But I sit up straighter, a bit smug when I realize that they're only two of a handful of students

- and letting them see

the class this semester, which are to learn the properties of more chemical solutions - not just poisons - which will aid us in our endeavors outside

work to discover where to harvest the raw materials which will allow

again looking over at the two other boys in the class as I realize that they, too, likely met their individual tutors this morning. God, I wonder who they are,