He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 168: Everything but the Main Concern

[A/N]  I really wanted to update everything on time at least once before taking a week off but I was just too busy this week to manage it.  I really need to take one to focus on Floating Face Down because I'm way under the contract requirement ! (o' 〰 'o )ˎˊ˗

So I will return next next Thursday to update The Kings Personal Joker  and so forth and get back to my regular schedule. But I'll be off for a week just working on FFD.

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I give this chapter..... 🚞🚞🚞🚞 4/5 cliffs!

[Akara's POV]

Jacob's room was exactly like what you might expect. Dark wood cabinets that stretched to the ceiling with mechanisms that slid the doors out like they were moving on their own, every piece of clothing neatly folded and ironed into crisp squares or hung from hangers or folded into glass sock drawers.

The floor was a cream marble and in the centre of the room against the wall there was a large bed, opposite it a desk with two large monitors and a shelf built into the wall, in front of which was a moveable second bookcase that rolled out of the way when he moved it. 

I examined them for a moment, squinting for some time, then looking away disappointed, and Jacob observed me with a narrowed gaze as he sipped from his own glass of something from a light blue bottle I didn't recognise.

"What?"

I relaxed where I was sitting on the foot of the large bed with my legs over the side, facing his desk. "All the books are textbooks and manuals and stuff."

"So?" He raised an eyebrow.

I frowned at him.

Atlas, who was happily stretched out, lounging on Jacob's bed, continued. "What're you pretending to be an angel for around us? You've definitely got something weird hidden somewhere..." He snickered.

Jacob smiled wryly. "I used to."

The faint smile faded from my lips and both of us were silent for a moment.

"Does he go through your shit regularly?" Atlas asked.

"Not often, no. In this case it was a cleaner accidentally knocking something off the hook that resulted in my father passing by and seeing the compartment, fully on display."

"Is it a hidden compartment?" Atlas's eyes flashed bright. "Can I see?"

"It is..." He looked a little disappointedly in the direction of his clothes cabinet. "It no longer exists."

I frowned. "That sucks."

"He fired the cleaners for keeping quiet about my collection, although they would have no reason to assume he would want to know..." He sighed, taking a long drink and emptying his cup save the ice. "I'd instructed them not to touch any of it. They're personal items after all, it would make us both uncomfortable. The closet shouldn't have been open at all, but I'd left something out on my desk and they were simply placing it back..."

He sounded strangely unhappy about this. Part of me tensed with concern. "...Are they alright?" I asked quietly. "Uh... the cleaners."

He nodded quietly. "They got more of a severance pay than they would have made in three years of working here... My father was concerned they would gossip..."