Alex the campus angel and his dark secrets.

 Everyone on campus thinks Alex whatever his real name is ,well I’ll explain later everyone on campus thinks he’s the “perfect guy”.

He’s the one who opens doors for strangers, volunteers at church, and quotes Bible verses in group chats. He wears simple clothes, never swears, and carries a leather-bound journal everywhere.

People adore him. Professors praise his “mature character.” Girls whisper about how “he’s definitely husband material.” Even the security guards greet him by name.

But not me.

I’m Angel, and maybe I’m cynical—or maybe I just notice things other people don’t.

Like how Alex always seems to show up exactly where big campus conversations happen—whether it’s protests, heated debates, or hush-hush research presentations. Or how he’s strangely skilled at steering conversations, making people reveal more than they intended or just how he seems to perfect .

Or how he once slipped and called our campus security chief by a different name. A name I later googled—and found linked to government intelligence reports.

Alex pretends he’s this simple, good guy. Sweet smiles. Bible studies. Helping carry boxes for the student council.

But behind those kind eyes, there’s calculation.

I started testing him. Dropping random facts to see if he’d know too much. Watching how quickly he pivoted conversations when certain topics came up. Checking his reactions when I brought up things like international student data leaks or mysterious research funding.

Then one night, I caught him in the campus basement in the studio , fingers flying across the keyboard, accessing files he definitely wasn’t cleared for.

He tried to laugh it off. Said he was “just helping a friend.” But his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

The next day, he bought me coffee and tried to chat like nothing happened. I played along—but inside, my brain was screaming.

So I decided to get closer.

I started hanging out with Alex  more. Sitting near him in lectures. Asking for “study help.” Joining his Bible study group, even though I’d never once stepped inside it before ,not to mention we also created a fun YouTube channel together.

I’d ask him innocent questions, slip in topics about national security or cyber hacks, pretending I was “just curious.” I’d watch how his pupils dilated, how his jaw tightened, how he sometimes answered me in half-sentences like he was filtering every word.

But the more time I spent with him, the more the campus rumor mill exploded.

People started whispering:

“Ezra and Angel are totally a thing.”

“I saw them in the library together for hours.”

“He got her coffee again this morning!”

“They were sitting sooo close in the cafeteria.”

Even my best friend bells started giving me sly looks and asking, “Sooo… is Alex  as perfect as he seems?”

Meanwhile, Alex would grin at me like nothing was off, casually slipping Bible quotes into conversations while I tried not to scream.

Because I’m not close with Alex.

I’m obsessed with figuring him out.

And the more I dig, the deeper the mystery goes.

I’ve noticed more:

• He uses different accents sometimes, slipping mid-sentence. Once he sounded British, another time he slipped into flawless French.
• He knows languages he never admitted speaking. He casually corrected my Portuguese  pronunciation one day.
• He carries two different phones—and one has no social media apps at all well he never lets anyone near his phone.
• His “church friends” never appear outside campus events. Once I followed one and he vanished into a black SUV.
• He’s ridiculously good at defusing tense situations, almost like he’s trained for it.

And there was that one night after a campus event when Alex pulled me aside, his voice low.

“Angel, there are things happening here you don’t want to get involved in. I’m just… trying to protect people.”

It sounded sweet, protective even. But it only made my suspicion blaze hotter.

Because who exactly was he protecting people from?

Alex’s  good. He’s real good. The kind of guy who could make you confess your darkest secrets over a latte. The kind of guy who could befriend the entire campus—and keep them so charmed no one would ever believe he’s not who he says he is.

But I’m not falling for it.

While everyone else thinks he’s the campus angel…

…I’m pretty sure he’s a spy. And if I’m right, I might be the only person standing between him and secrets that could destroy a lot more than just my university.

And the craziest part? I think he knows that I know.

But I don’t care he thinks he’s watching us guess what?I’m watching him as well.