The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0484

When I walk into class, I grin to see that everyone else is here. Rafe and Jesse joke casually with Jacks while Tony lounges at his desk, his long legs sticking out from under it as he flicks through a book.

Of course, my smile fades as soon as I hear Alvez's voice to my left.

"Very nearly late...Clark."

My head turns sharply to see him grinning at me, as he so often does now, like he holds all my secrets in the palm of his hand. And I frown at him because, I mean, he's not holding those secrets over my head anymore, is he?

So why is he still grinning at me like a cat? What on earth does he have up his sleeve?

"Sorry," I say as the room falls silent, everyone looking towards me. I pushing the door shut. "Lost track of time."

Alvez waves a magnanimous hand towards the desks and I hurry in, sitting in an open spot between Rafe and Jackson that they very obviously saved for me.

folding his arms over his chest and looking around at us. "I must say - it is rare for a professor to

my eyebrows at this, realizing that it's probably true, and I lean around Jackson to glance at Tony - the only one who I thought may actually have been at risk of not coming back. As I do, I find him already looking for me, and I grin as I realize that we simultaneously had the same thought about each other. His own face breaks

admit that

more instruction than 'hold hands' and 'try,' we'd

at the gall of him for a moment and I fight a smile. When I glance at Rafe, I'm pleased to

I hear a critique in

want," Tony says, much more relaxed than I'd be confronting a professor. "But if you're looking for a blatant critique, I'd say that this class is pretty much a waste of my time. No offense to my classmates," he glances at us here, and I see the honesty in his eyes, "but I already know what my gift is and how to use it. I'm just sitting around while they figure out what they can do - I'm

you suggest I adjust my pedagogy?" Alvez says, leaning casually

chest and staring steadily at the professor. "Or just letting

his face as he turns his

professor, as he stares back at me. As he makes his meaning perfectly clear with the way he lets his eyes drift away from my face and down my body. I tense in my

lets out a low and rumbling growl that snaps everyone's attention