The days seemed to look-a-like a lot. Each morning he would wake up, eat the same cereals in the same bowl, wear the same type of clothes, go to school with the same skateboard, go to the same classes with the same teachers and students. He was bored. During lunch, he was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even pay attention to the people around him. He daydreamed about Nefera, whom he got to see every evening after school. Every time he would go, their encounter would last longer than the previous ones and it made him happy that she opened up to him.

She would tell him about her sister, how she was jealous that Cleo was more 'free' than she was, especially considering that she was grounded. She explained to him that she used to be close to her father and that now that she has grown up, he grew closer to Cleo. It didn't seem to be a terrible father, it was quite the opposite. Apparently Ramses de Nile would privatize Sunday as Father/Daughters day where they would spend some time together cooking or playing board games like any regular family. She described him as a loving father, who always tried to be there for his daughters even though he was overwhelmed with work.

He'd told her about him too because unlike her sister, she seemed to be interested in others - Probably because he was the only person she could see during her punishment. She asked about his parents, and he told her he'd never known his father, that he had been raised by his grandparents and his mother and that they were all scientists. He was willing to tell her about his whole life, to keep no secret from her. Except for one thing.

He never wanted her to know about Holt.

It didn't take long before he started to feel fluttering in his stomach whenever he would see her or think about her, which he was doing all the time. When he was with her, his body always reacted and he had chills whenever he heard her voice. He was always semi-erect when he was with her, and knowing her, she would probably be pleased if she knew.


Nefera, on the other hand, spent her days plotting against Cleo. She was mad at herself because most of the time she would forget about a plan only because it would cause trouble to Jekyll. She started to like him and it was a first for her but she really didn't want anything to happen to him. She had tried to convince herself that the only reason she wouldn't want Jake to suffer was that he wouldn't come and distract her after school but she mainly just didn't want him to feel pain.

He had been something she'd missed in her life and didn't even know she was missing. He was kind, funny, sarcastic just like her and as a matter of fact, he wasn't ugly at all. She was even starting to feel attracted to him, and she denied it at first, thinking she was just in the need of a release, but after spending a whole day releasing the tension, she would still feel, well, horny when she saw him.

It wasn't as if she knew he didn't care or think about her this way. The boy may look shy at first look but damn, how he was suggestive with her. He had that small grin whenever he would tell something nasty that just made her want him even more, and she loved teasing him and seeing him hiding his crotch with his hands while pretending he was all cool and not affected. Although she hated it when he would notice her reactions, mostly her pointing nipples even though it wasn't cold out here so it could only mean that she was aroused and she didn't like it when he would tell her he saw that. She could easily shut him up saying she noticed he had a boner but she was a Princess, she needed to remain classy in all circumstances.

When they talked, they weren't that close to each other, but she could smell his perfume and even his sweat turned her on. Despite that, she liked to hear about his life and knowing him more and more every night.

From what she learned, he was the only human in Monster High and was friends with Deuce Gorgon, her sister's boyfriend. He also had a friend who was a girl but wasn't his girlfriend, as he pointed out at least three times when talking about her, and that girl was a Fearleader trained by Cleo. She was, apparently, the girl who asked him to deliver her grades to Cleo the night they had met.

She had told him that the only reason Cleo was Captain was because she'd given the title to her little sister. She told him about the werecats, her 'friends', Toralei, Purrsephone, and Meowlody, and he was glad to tell her that the latter had been his first kiss. Nefera wasn't happy to learn this but shut her mouth like a Princess shall and smiled at him cheerfully.

She understood that he wasn't a big fan of Cleo, because she was always between him and Deuce when they tried to have a discussion. He admitted to her that he hadn't told his friends about her yet, especially because Deuce didn't know how to keep a secret. She thought it would be best if their encounters would remain secret for a moment, she knew her sister, and she would return home every night just to prevent Nefera to talk to Jackson if she knew.

Needless to say that she was now eager to see him every day. They would only skip weekends because he had parties he had to go to if they didn't want to raise suspicions and because her father would be home on Saturday and it would be too risky. Her servants would never betray her, and if they did, she knew her father would fire them for their lack of loyalty towards one of his daughters. Ramses hated betrayal above anything else, the last time someone had betrayed him it had cost his wife's life and he wouldn't risk his daughters to lose another parent.

She hadn't told Jake about that story yet. It's not that she wasn't ready to tell him, because, she was, she knew he would understand and be able to be there for her. But he had told her that he would come every night until he'll hear her story, and she didn't want to lose him. For two weeks now, he had come over every evening, she had taken him for a walk inside of the palace and Jake had found it amazing. She hadn't taken him in her room yet, because it felt private but she felt like she was ready to do so tonight.

Every afternoon, she would take a shower, shave, brush her hair, do her makeup, all while pretending she wasn't getting ready for him. She spent a good forty minutes per day choosing what she would wear this evening.

She tried to stay casual and not look too dressed because she didn't want him to know that she would think about him all day long, nor that she would spend hours trying to look perfect for him. He didn't seem to care about his looks, after all, he would always come in with a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, sometimes he would have a hoodie but he would take it off soon enough, because of the temperature.


That night, she had a brown ribbon in her hair and a soft and light beige dress. She had three ranks of golden necklaces, including an eye of Horus, because as silly as it seemed, it gave her confidence. She had a pair of heels that she had knotted around her ankle, which was brownish too. Her make up was pretty natural except for her eyeliner that bordered the inner corner of her eyes. When she was done it was around 5 PM, and she knew he would be there in an hour or so.

"Don't be late, I hate to wait", she texted him, even though he wasn't late, and she would wait for him anyway.

Of course, he wouldn't be late, he even skipped school a little sooner so he would go and clean up a bit at his house. He thought about going straight to her house but he knew that by this time she was still getting ready. He was still in the shower when she texted him, and he answered her with a shower emoji and a wink. He got out of the bathroom, twenty minutes later, because he had to jerk off, because she had replied with a "thinking 'bout me?" which made his erection unbearable.

He didn't know what to wear. He didn't want to wear a shirt because it would be too classy, but he didn't want to wear a tee-shirt because he always did.

He ended up wearing a white shirt and dark blue jeans. His hair was done, for once, and he may have put too much perfume but he couldn't take another shower or he would definitely be late. It took him approximately forty-five minutes of walk to get from his house to hers. When he arrived in front of the palace, he let out a sigh, knowing he was later than he usually was.


"Hey.", he said once he got in.

She was beautiful, and she was waiting for him, sat on the entrance's little bench. He noticed she was smiling when she saw him, and he was pleased that she found him good looking enough.

He was handsome. She forgave him his few minutes late with a glance when she saw he was all dressed up. She stood and couldn't keep the smile off her face. Taking his hand, she pulled him towards her, walking backward, leading him to her room. Arriving in front of her bedroom's door, he got closer to her, so close that his left leg was between hers. Their lips were close too, they could feel each other breath and they stayed like that for a few seconds.

Usually, they would talk as soon as they would meet, first, they would play, teasing each other on how much the other was missing each and vice versa, then, they would talk about their day and their chat would pursue itself on his own. Tonight, he only said "Hey." and nothing else had been said yet. He didn't know if it was the fact that he chose to dress up a bit tonight but she seemed really into him, she couldn't help but smile and he thought that he never saw anything as pretty as her smiling at him.

They were still against that door, he could feel her heart beating against his, he could smell her delicious breath too. He could also feel her right thigh next to his manhood and strangely enough, this time he wanted her to know. She reacted with a louder breath, and, deciding she couldn't make out with him in front of her servants, she opened that damn door. She almost stumbled as she kept walking backward, keeping her eyes on his, seeing his irises getting darker and darker.

She fell when the back of her knees hit the side of her bed, and he stopped their eye contact when she was laying down in front of him. Had he already mentioned how beautiful she was? The end of her dress was rising up and he could see the top of her thighs. Her cleavage was showing too, and her chest - and perfect breasts - was rising and lowering in a way that could only be described as erotic. He lowered himself too, careful not to hurt her when his lips and hers finally met.


Thanks for reading!

Little disclaimer: Holt's character won't appear a lot until chapter 13. You will still have glimpses of him and what his life looks like when he's in control but he won't be as present as Jackson and Nefera until Ch. 13...

Next week: The Girl