The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

I’m gasping for breath by the time I get to the sand pit through which I have to army crawl under a heavy cargo net. This obstacle marks the final third of the course, which means that I’m almost done but it’s also the part that always slows me down the most.

I dive in without hesitation, trying to push myself as hard as I can, not giving myself any time to hesitate or take a break even though my heart is pounding with the exertion.

Rafe is right. I’m a Sinclair. We don’t fail at shit like this.

And the chain climb, which is next?

Well, I’m just going to have to handle that when I get there, aren’t I?

In the meantime, I use my legs to propel me forward, my thighs burning as I use my stomach muscles to hold my body in the air as much as I can, my forearms moving fast to take my weight as I move towards the edge.

By the time I get to the end of the sand pit I’m red and panting, my tongue sticky with sand kicked up into the air by the sixty–some cadets who are already ahead of

like me in line, including Jackson, who has already overlapped me. As usual, he Rafe, Jesse, and Luca – goes through the course twice in the time it takes the rest of us to do it once, earning a completion bonus.

But, considering that he didn’t even look my way when he passed me…I’m counting my blessings.

I roll out from under the cargo rope, giving myself ten seconds to lay on the ground and catch my breath, as Rafe advised I do, before I try to magically levitate myself up this chain or something –

But as I lay stay still, carefully counting my breaths, suddenly a heap of sand hits me in the face –

And I gasp, sputtering and roiling over onto my stomach as I frantically wipe at my face, hacking sand from my throat. I finally shake the majority of the sand away and get a glimpse of f**king Graham Wright smirking over his shoulder at me as he starts to pull himself up the chain

God, what an asshole-

He puts a further thirty second dent in my time as I work to spit the sand our of my mouth and ensure that it doesn’t get in my lungs. Then I pull myself to my feer and start to jog towards the chains, cursing the Wright family and passively plotting their deaths when suddenly 1 stumble in surprise, because

Because f**king Jackson is right there, kneeling at the corner of the chain obstacle, again tying his damn shor

I slow my pace but keep moving, trying to figure out what the hell is going on with him –

I mean, honestly, if his boots are messing with him that much, why doesn’t he just take them off and go? This is going to put a severe dent in his time he’ll still get the completion bonus, but this will be the worst time he’s ever recorded, and he’ll certainly have given the title for this course to Rafe, who…

But as I jog towards the chains, my mind working fast, Jackson raises his head.

And looks directly into my eyes.

I slow further and he scowls at me, glancing down at my feet, clearly telling me to

get a move on.

and nods, one, solidly. And then, shocking me, he returns his gaze to his shoe, his body curled over, his shoulders

Like…a table.

Or a platform.

gasp as I suddenly realize

have one shot to take advantage of this

did it – maybe as an apology for trying to choke me? Maybe as

reason he did it – Jackson has opened a door for me to

start of the obstacle come back to me as

you from using other candidates‘

lands on the flat expanse

exactly how he’s positioned them

As leverage.

speed, I launch myself into the air over Jackson’s head,

shoulders, and

acting for anyone who is watching like I did this without his consent – shouting after me and cursing like a damn sailor at the little Shrimp who used him like a

that Jackson shouted and stood just as my foot

boost is everything I

teeth, putting every ounce of effort and will into my biceps as I haul myself the final two feet

Two feet

Jackson’s pretend curses, grinning like an idiot as I

I cross the finish line ten minutes later, my coming in short pants, and glance up at

I’ve ever made minutes faster than I’ve ever made it before.

Which means…

breath

a whole fifteen

a good time,

is still by far my weakest test, and it counts for so much in the final

ranking

think…I think it just might be good enough

crosses the finish line a second after me, I swear there’s a little smile on his lips as he

nod to us, letting us know they’ve got our times, my breath coming pathetically short in comparison

say a word as we

barracks.

whatever is done

the rankings truly matter

I glance around, looking for Jesse and Luca and Rafe – Ben won’t have come out yet – but none of them

my pack, which really just has my spare blanket and my toothbrush kit in it I didn’t come with any personal belongings, like everyone else did – and head anxiously for the front door and out

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