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
