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  They didn’t see me, however, and I was able to duck silently into one of the stalls, still clutching my towel and pajamas. I waited as patiently as I could, listening to the deep, masculine voices raised in shouts and laughter along with the tantalizing splash of water against tile.

  I thought about getting undressed and putting on my towel but I couldn’t get the courage to do it. Just the idea of being naked in a room full of men—even if they thought I was one of them—made my heart stutter in my chest. One thing I could do, however, was unwrap the constrictive bandage around my breasts. Reaching under my shirt, I did that and breathed a sigh of relief at my freedom. My breasts ached from being constricted all day but I told myself I would have to get used to it. I folded the wide bandage into a small, compact package and hid it in my pile of clothes as I waited.

  Finally the shouts and yells of the other cadets died away to nothing and the last slapping footsteps of bare feet against tile faded in the distance. Feeling encouraged, I decided it was safe to get undressed. Swiftly, I stripped off the clothing I’d been wearing all day and grabbed my dark blue towel. I was just unlocking the stall door to step out into the steamy, silent air when it was jerked out of my hands and pulled open.

  I gasped and pulled my towel high, covering myself just in time.

  “Who’re you? And why aren’t you back in your room? It’s past RLO.” The man peering down at me was older than a cadet and had a frown on his face. I saw he was wearing soft-soled shoes—no wonder I hadn’t heard him coming.

  “I…I’m K-Kris Jameson,” I stuttered. “I’m new here. Who are you?”

  “Lackson. Dorm monitor.” His frown deepened. “You know what the penalty for missing RLO is?”

  “I…I’m sorry,” I said, trying to think fast. “I…my stomach…something I ate tonight in the mess hall disagreed with me, I think.”

  His forbidding expression softened a little. “All right, that’s understandable. But you need to get moving back to your room. Had your shower, have you?”

  Miserably, I nodded. I had never been more unhappy to tell a lie in my life but I was afraid if I told the truth and admitted I hadn’t had a shower, he would insist on watching me while I took one. And I couldn’t risk that.

  “Good then. Back to your room.” He nodded in the direction of the hallway.

  “I…but I…can’t I please get dressed first?” I asked pleadingly. But whatever small store of pity Lackson had appeared to have been used up.

  “Get dressed in your room,” he said sternly. “Hurry up—march. I’m only letting you off licks because you’re new but this better not happen again.”

  “Yes, sir,” I mumbled. Making sure my towel was wrapped tightly around my body and pressing my bundle of clothes to my chest, I left the shelter of the stall and forced myself to walk out to the hallway.

  Never had I felt more humiliated or naked in my life. Somehow when I’d imagined my life at the Academy back on Dianna, I had never pictured a scenario quite like this—being forced to walk down a hallway wearing only a towel with a strange man. If this little incident was ever discovered, it would completely ruin any hopes I might have of making a respectable marriage—at least in Victoria. Then again, a respectable marriage was what I had been running from when I came here in the first place, so it was stupid to worry about ruining my prospects now.

  “There you are.” The familiar deep voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked up to see North bearing down on me.

  “North,” the dorm monitor barked. “What do you think you’re doing out past RLO. You want licks?”

  “I’m just out searching for my roommate,” North gestured at me. “He’s new here and not too bright. Plus Broward and his crew have already taken a shine to him—see the face?” He pointed at my bruised cheek. “I thought he might be in trouble.”

  “All right then—nice of you to look out for him,” Lackson said grudgingly. “But you show him the ropes and make sure he doesn’t stay out after RLO again. Next time it’s licks for both of you.”

  “Yes, sir.” North nodded and grabbed my arm. “Come on, Jameson—can’t you keep out of trouble for five minutes?”

  I let him drag me into the room but the minute the door was shut, I yanked away from him, nearly losing my towel in the process. I grabbed it hastily and held it protectively to my chest as I turned to face him.

  “Leave me alone! And stop treating me like an idiot!”

  “Stop acting like one then,” he shot back. “What were you doing, anyway? Hiding from Broward? I told you he won’t mess with you as long as I’m around.”

  I could feel my cheeks getting hot. “I was just…just waiting until everyone left.”

  “What, before you took a shower? Let me tell you, shrimp, that’s not going to work. The dorm monitor checks the entire bathroom and all the stalls after morning and evening shower time—it’s part of his job.”

  I felt a bubble of despair welling in my chest. At home I had bathed morning and evening and often took a hot bubble bath after lunch to aid digestion. But now it seemed I was destined never to bathe again. What was I going to do?

  Nothing to do now but get ready for bed, I told myself stoically. But how? North was standing right in front of me with the lamp on his desk still lit. There was no place private I could change into my pajamas except…

  “Hey, what are you doing?” he demanded as I crammed myself into the tiny closet which held our uniforms.

  “Changing,” I said. “Please leave me alone, I’ll be out in a minute.”

  “Hey!” He slapped the wooden door with his palm, making me jump. “I told you I’m not like Wilkenson or Hinks. You don’t have to worry about me staring at you any more than I worry about you staring at me. So stop being an idiot and come out.”

  “I’ll come out when I’m good and ready!” I struggled into the slightly too-big pajama top, glad it was loose enough to hide my chest.

  “Fine. Why am I even bothering with you?" He sounded exasperated. "I’m going to bed. Stay in there all night if you want to—I don’t care.”

  As I pulled up the floppy pajama pants, the dim light coming in from under the door was extinguished, leaving me in absolute darkness. I bundled the clothes I’d taken off under one arm and fumbled for the knob, letting myself out into the room.

  “Finally out, huh?” North’s voice came from the darkness to my left. “And here I thought you’d decided to sleep in there.”

  “Very funny,” I said, with as much dignity as I could. I was feeling my way forward, trying to navigate the dark and unfamiliar room as I spoke. “At least I—oh!” The last word was more of a scream. I had tripped over something large in the dark and found myself falling. I landed on something warm that shouted and jumped—North.

  “What the—” He switched on a tiny handheld light and I saw by its faint glow that I had landed in his lap. His face, piercing blue eyes narrowed, was entirely too close to my own.

  “I’m sorry!” I scrambled up as fast as I could and would have blundered forward into the blackness of the room if he hadn’t stopped me by grabbing my arm.

  “You really are an idiot, aren’t you?” He sounded exasperated but also amused.

  “I’m not—” I began.

  “Just shut up and watch. I’ll light the way for you.” The faint light moved from his face and shone on the side of my bed, just a few feet away. “Your bed’s right there, see? Beside mine. And there’s a nightstand between them so don’t run into that—sharp corners aren’t fun in the dark.”

  “I see,” I said stiffly. “You can let me go now.”

  “Go on.” He released my arm. “Just be careful.”

  “Thank you.” I made it safely to my bed and crawled under the covers with relief.

  “Welcome,” North said gruffly. “Now go to sleep. We get up at oh-six hundred hours around here.”

  “All right.” I turned on my side away from him, staring into the darkness and wondering why I felt so strang