---POV Jackson---
I slammed into one of the old classrooms with Prince Issac in toe, doing his best to hold in his laughter. Honestly, sometimes I wished he would have stayed at the prep school. Why he decided it would be fun to ‘tag along to our territory,’ as he put it, is beyond me. “You called her our ticket to our title?! What the f*ck is wrong with you?!” I shouted, shoving my hands into Lucas’s chest. At this moment, he was just as bad as Brenden and that was saying something! He slammed into the desks behind him and immediately stood to his feet, ready for the challenge.
“What the hell are you even talking about?!” Lucas growled.
“She won’t even look at us because she thinks we’re going to be just as disgusting as Duston’s beta!” I shouted back. I will not lose my baby girl bec
