Can We Teach Them? (Sequel to Can You Teach Me?)

Chapter 12 Victor

Chapter 12 Victor

Bootcamp week 8 (starting July31st)

"No! You don't fûcking get it, Mr. Blackbourne. As team liaison, you should understand what I'm stressing here. And I am telling you, something has to be done about their so called team! They are NOT what the Academy wants as a goddamn representation of our fûcking organization!"

As angry as North was at this moment, I think the thing that shocked me the most is him referring to Owen as Mr. Blackbourne. Ever since the engagement, we all agreed that we are on equal footing. Everyone refers to the other by their first name or their nickname. No more formalities. But I understand, in this situation, North was just proving to Owen— or rather Mr. Blackbourne— he is the only one with the authority to deal directly with this matter.

"I hear you loud and clear, Mr. Taylor. Your complaint will be filed and dealt with in a calm and timely manner. But now I ask you, do you trust me?"

"Yes?" That came off as a question. Trust. The quintessential point in a properly functioning out of the box relationship like ours.

"Then you should be satisfied in knowing that this week a few... special people... will be in camp to deal with this so called trouble team. Academy style." Gabriel started cackling with an evil scientist laugh and Luke joined in. I looked over at Victor, questioning if he knows what's going on. He silently took my hand in his and rubbed his thumb rhythmically over my knuckles. But when I looked closely at his face, he was fighting a smile. The fire in his eyes danced with caged mischief.

North murmured, "Academy style." His eyebrows rose in a look of shock. Then he asked again, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Academy Style?" His jaw dropping slack.

"That is what I said, is it not?" Owen raised one eyebrow but other than that, his face was stoic, giving nothing away. Peaking my curious nature. What does Academy style mean?

"HA! Those fûckers are going to wish their mothers had kept their legs closed twenty years ago!" With a huge smile that showed off his dimples he pulled me in for a fierce hug. "Enjoy this week, Sang Baby. Now I wish I weren't leaving." He chuckled, "Academy style."

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"Alright you Maggots! You think our morning trainings are getting too easy for you? Our morning runs feel more like a frolic in the park full of daffodils and daisies rather than a solid muscle building workout?"

"NO SIR!" We all yelled, but one. I could hear Victor behind me sucking in gulps of much needed air. I reached behind me and squeezed his hand in support.

Can you guess who that one numbskull was? Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! "Sorry to disappoint you, Serge. But that workout was for pussies. When are you going to give us something that will actually challenge us?" Jack was talking back like he had no repercussions. Ethan stepped over into our line to get away from Jack, and Jack's cousin Ben, took a step back from Jack looking around nervously.

"All but the four of you are dismissed." Sergeant Cane pointed at Jack and his team of misfits. Ben groaned and Ethan was mumbling insults under his breath. Isaac stared dangers at the back of Jack's head.

"Victor? Do you know what Owen has planned for them?" I whispered as we walked away.

"It's not Owen's plan, it's the Academy Elders plan." Victor murmured quietly, so as to not draw attention to us.

"Do you know what the plan consists of?" I asked again.

"I know some of it. But you will just have to watch and observe."