“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
I smirk a bit, my eyes dancing, silently admitting that he’s right – that I’m certainly the one keeping secrets. “You’ve got them too, you know,” I say quietly as we reach the stairs at the end of the hall and begin to climb them up to my floor. “Things you’re keeping back from me.” Jackson’s the
“Cadet Clark, keeping his damn secrets,” Jackson sighs, slipping his hands into his pockets and heading again for the stairs. “Just for now!” I call after him, smiling. “Damn well better be for now,” Jackson says, turning to look me sternly up and down for a moment, which just deepens my smile.
I begin to flick through the pages, looking over Alvez’s notes as I glance at the other students in the class, wondering if their results were as devastatingly bad as mine. Considering the horror on everyone’s faces, though, I think they might have been. None of us have really become friends, honest
“Honestly, Ari, you did kill yourself studying for this test,” Rafe says, looking at me seriously, “and I know you know the material up and down. He must have included trick questions –“ “Rafe,” I sigh, leaning back against the arm of the couch, “I don’t need the Prince going to yell at my profess
I perk up, curious. I didn’t know that Rafe kept anything at all from Jesse – I mean, the three of us are very close, but I’m well aware that the bond between Rafe and Jesse is particularly close-knit. “Of course,” I say instantly, meaning it. If my brother asks me to keep a secret, I’m going to d
“Didn’t join in on the boxing, Ben?” Rafe asks, grinning at him. “Nah, didn’t feel like getting my lights punched out by the national champ,” Ben quips, gesturing towards his face, “I got too much beauty going on here to risk that.” I grin at Ben as he sinks into Jesse’s chair. Jesse gives us a wa
And I mean…I don’t think I can get pregnant in the dream state but… I mean, can I?! I sigh, thinking it through, deciding that I really, really need to have a chat with my mom about this – about all of this – But I gasp, suddenly, when I feel the edge of the mattress sink on my left. I instant