Alpha Academy BL Chapter 132

"I saw him arrive and he was dressed in dark blue so I’d say he is in our year, he also talked to your parents, Henri..."

Henri’s scowl darkened at this, it was highly unlikely that his parents wouldn’t have inford him if they were aware. "Good for the fellow." He grumbled.

Louis looked sheepish, "You don’t sound very happy about it."

"It doesn’t matter how I feel about it," Henri stated bluntly, fiddling with his drink.

"Oh, look it’s Errol!" Dio spoke up, the only one actually keeping an eye out for the others.

They all looked in the direction that Dio was pointing to, finding Errol walking over to their table with Nael beside him. Fortunately, they seed to have already sighted them so they didn’t need need to be waved over.

Nobody pointed out the fact that it was odd for Nael to co with Errol as they were in different dorm buildings. The newcors getting themselves acquainted with the rest of the table.

Audie imdiately turned on the new set that could have possibly not heard of the news. "I found out who that strange student we t at the college gates was." He said to Errol, sounding pleased with himself like he had done so great achievent.

"Oh I know who he is, he’s royalty from a neighboring country, so Prince Alexander." Errol said flippantly, sounding like he didn’t care much.

Audie imdiately deflated, he had been looking forward to surprising more people with the news.

Nael on the other end, completely didn’t about this strange Prince, more interested in getting Errol to drink sothing.

Errol finally acquiesced, Nael hopping out of his seat to get said drinks before his boyfriend changed his mind.

"Oi, Nael, get sothing too-" Audie called after his friend who rely pretended not to hear him, resolutely marching forward. "Douchebag." He muttered under his breath.

"Do you know him, Henri?" Errol asked, returning to their previous conversation.

Henri found it difficult to be upset at Errol but his expression soured nonetheless, "I don’t," He said sharply but then added in a gentler tone. "A little, we might have bumped into each other at a few balls but we’re no more than passing acquaintances."

Errol imdiately backtracked, sensing that he needed to step lightly. "I wonder why he’s attending the academy," He mused to himself.

When Errol said that, all the occupants of the table looked right at Henri like they expected him to give them answers.

"Don’t ask any questions about him again." Henri said in a dark voice, unhappy about how everyone seed hellbent on linking him with the stiff-necked Alpha.

Right at that mont like they had popped out of nowhere, Valentin and Jacques showed up together. The table had been too absorbed in their conversation to notice them walking over.

Henri, Louis, and Dio knew about Jacques, although they were yet to see him, so this wasn’t entirely a shocking eting.

"Henri! Henri!" Valentin excitedly ca over to his side, draping himself over the Oga. "Are you friends with Prince Alexander?"

The others imdiately tried to hush him but it was too late, there was no saving Valentin’s blunder.

"What’s going on?" Jacques asked in confusion, taking a seat.

Henri reached above his head to grab a tight hold of Valentin’s dirty-blond hair with both his hands, he pulled the Alpha forward to his eye level with that firm grip. "What do you think?" He asked blankly.

All Valentin needed was a glimpse of the anger in Henri’s eyes, "I’ll take that as a no, please let go." He begged anxiously.

Henri did as he asked, "Don’t ask about him again." He repeated himself, jabbing a finger at Valentin in particular. "If you have a question about Alexander, why don’t you ask him yourself..." He started to go on a rant only to trail off at the peculiar look on his friends’ faces.

They had all looked at him when he started talking but gradually their stares moved upward until they were looking past him.

Henri inwardly cursed, "He’s behind , isn’t he?"

"I didn’t know that Your Highness considered close enough to address so casually." A gratingly familiar voice breached his ears.

Coincidentally, the cafeteria beca suspiciously quiet, almost like the entire school was listening in on their conversation. It wasn’t often that they got to see the future heirs of two countries interact.

Henri slowly turned around, not even bothering to fix a polite smile on his face. "What a pleasant surprise, I didn’t expect to run into you here." He strung together so socially acceptable words into a sentence.

Alexander Felton was really tall, so much so that Henri found himself getting to his feet so as not to give himself a crick in his neck from looking up at him. He wore his uniform like a coronation outfit, sea blue eyes placid.

"It was rely chance that brought us together," He said smoothly, offering his hand.

Henri wore a grimace, looking like he would rather walk away from the conversation entirely than give his hand to Alexander. But he knew there was no getting out of this, it was why he wasn’t the biggest fan of the Prince.

He had no idea if Alexander genuinely wasn’t aware or if he faked it, either way, it was insufferable to deal with. If he stood here for a full minute just staring blankly at Alexander, the Prince would still hold out his hand to Henri.

Henri also couldn’t guess if he was being dense or he just wasn’t taking no for an answer, it didn’t matter either way again because it was extrely irritating. For soone like Henri who avoided people his whole life and managed to get most people to leave him alone by being standoffish, being chased around by a dense Alpha Prince who never left him alone no matter what he did was like bumping into an immovable wall.

He also wasn’t just reluctant to take Alexander’s hand because it would an that he was interested in a conversation, it was mostly because he didn’t like the way the other Prince held his hand. Everyone else shook his hand but the damnable Alpha Prince kissed the back of his hand, it was a little embarrassing.

Just as he finally gave in and lifted his hand to offer it to Alexander, soone else stepped in between the both of them. Henri only had a few seconds to process the familiar face standing in front of him.

His expression changed several tis in the span of a few seconds, from disbelief to shock to horror and finally to anger. Without warning, he lifted his hand higher and smacked the newcor across the face, hard.