The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 665

Blythe stares down at his chest for a moment, appalled, before he whips his handsome face back up to mine. “What the fuck, Ari!?” he shouts, his teeth lengthening to dangerous points. I take a step back, leveling the gun at his face, knowing a paintball placed there will cause enough pain to give me a head start if I need to run.

“I told you I didn’t want to work with you,” I say, my voice cold. “You should listen to soldiers who tell you, several times, that they’re not on your side.”

“You’ve completely fucked me over here!” he shouts, advancing a step and forcing me back another. “This affects my command record! This is going to –“

“Yeah, well, you fucked me over too,” I snarl, showing my own teeth and tensing my hand on the gun, letting him see me do it – that I am ready to shoot and I’m close enough to snap his long, pretty nose or give him a black eye. “But you’re in good company – so don’t take it too personally. And now if you don’t mind, I have to go fuck over everyone else who’s pissing me off today.”

Blythe growls, his teeth still bared, but he stands straighter, clearly not continuing his advance. I drop the gun, just an inch.

“I wasn’t trying to piss you off,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. “I wanted…I wanted to fucking get to know you, Clark.”

“You could have just come to our breakfast table, Blythe,” I say quietly, cold. “We’re there every day.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, just waltz up to Rafe and Jesse Sinclair’s table and ask to sit down?”

“Luca Grant did it,” I say, perfectly quiet. “So did McClintock.” I don’t bother to mention that I invited him that first time. “Didn’t have to pull a power move and yank me away from my team just to get my attention.”

I sigh and drop my gun completely, starting to turn to survey the landscape, knowing I have to get started.

“It’s not that simple,” Blythe snaps. “Rafe and Jesse have already written me off – McClintock is a closed book – Juniper said that –“

“Juniper,” I snap, turning back to him with a frown. “What the fuck does Juniper have to do with this?”

He goes a bit still, staring at me, and I realize that he didn’t say her name on purpose. His mouth falls open as he struggles for an explanation that doesn’t come.

“Stay the fuck away from Juniper Sinclair,” I snarl, storming back to him and shoving the gun right in his face. “Do you hear me!?”