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A/N: A little flirting happening at school, in Silas and Victor's POVs. Please R&R! Enjoy :D
Silas
I lead the way to the offices downstairs where there's a little set up near the corridor by the nurse's office to get ID pictures taken. The teacher sitting at the wooden desk wth a printing station and asks for Sang's information. I go stand by the camera and wait while Sang stands in front of the blue sheet of paper.
Her green eyes are wide, lips slightly parted. She's gorgeous. But I wish she'd smile. She'll be stunning if she does.
So I get in her line of sight. "Smile!"
Strawberries appear on her cheeks. "It's just a school photo," she says.
I have to make her smile, without making it obvious. She's so nervous already. I give a shrug, hoping this'll come out casually. I've always been kind of a jokester, but I need this to come out right the first time. "Do it anyway," I say, and then with more confidence, "say cheese or fiddlesticks or San Francisco or whatever."
It worked!
Sang's whole face lights up, and probably the rest of her, too. I grin. The flash goes off.
About five minutes later she has her ID card in her hand and is frowning at it. "I look terrible."
I bet you don't, Aggele, I think. Aggele. That's it. That's what I'll call her. It comes so naturally.
"Let me see." I reach for the card and tilt it closer. "It's not bad. You're cute."
Her hands rub over her cheeks. I don't know what she's trying to do, exactly, but it only turns them redder. "I only have to use it if they ask for it, right? And for the library?"
"I think they use it as your yearbook picture, too."
Sang's eyes widen so much I almost fear they're gonna pop out of her skull. It's so hilarious I can't help but start laughing. I don't mean to laugh at her, but I can't help it. She just looks so damn cute. "That's not funny!" she cries, trying to take her card back. I hold it above her head, grinning still.
Out of the corner of my eye I notice a stout-looking man in a suit standing at the end of the hallway, watching us. He isn't saying or doing anything, so I decide to ignore it.
"I might keep this. I don't have a picture of you."
Sang goes on her toes, but I'm too tall for her to reach. Instead she ends up stumbling forward onto me. She immediately lets go after regaining balance, and I feign hurt, clutching at my chest and making a face.
She's fully relaxed now, laughing loud.
And then stops.
And gasps.
My eyes immediately fly open, and I see the same man from before who I think is the vice principal. I saw him before but didn't pay attention enough to realize he was leaning in towards Sang until too late. Sang, on the other hand, has turned away to face him, and the whole of her body is suddenly ramrod straight, spine stiff.
"You have a nasty habit of running into people, Miss Sorenson. You should watch where you're going," he says.
She slowly starts to back up, one small step at a time. I look down and see her finger at her lip and stand at her back, offering support.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. McCoy," she whispers.
The start of growl forms deep within my chest. I barely manage to hold it back. I don't like the way he's looking at her, eyes roving up and down her body like she's some kind of fucking shiny new toy or plaything. It's disgusting. The fucking malakas.
"Goofing off in the hallways is not permitted," says McCoy.
"We were getting our IDs." I step in, wanting to protect Sang from him. "And now we're heading to our class." So you can fuck off, I add in my head.
The bell rings just then and the hallways begin filling up with students.
McCoy clears his throat. "Follow me, Miss Sorenson. I believe there's a detention slip with your name on it in my office."
No way I'm gonna let her go off with you. I clench my fists.
"I don't believe an accident is a cause for a detention, sir," I add, and hating myself for it. But neither of us can afford to get in actual trouble. Mr. B could probably get me out of it, but I'm not too sure about Sang. And I'm not willing to risk it.
Sang places a hand on my arm, but I ignore it. For the moment.
McCoy then finally turns his attention to me, squinting. Good, I think. Focus on me. And leave her the fuck alone!
"You're one of Mr. Blackbourne's kids, aren't you?"
This time I allow myself a glare. "I'm from the Academy."
"Not now you aren't. Don't think for one minute I won't give you detention, too. Or worse." He jerks his head back toward Sang. "I'm going to let you go this time. The next time I see you, you better keep your head down. I'll be watching."
"Silas..." Sang breathes out after he's gone.
I shake my head and grab for her hand. "Come on. We're going to be late."
We manage to slip into the classroom just as the bell rings and find two seats near the back.
"That was the vice principal, right?" I ask, leaning forward in my chair.
Sang turns around and nods. "Yeah. I can't believe I ran into him twice."
"I don't think this was your fault. He was watching us from down the hall and when we got close, he leaned into you. He was waiting for this."
Her lips part in surprise. "He was looking to give me detention?"
No, Aggele mou. I think he was looking to get you alone. The thought disturbs me more than I want to admit, so I shake my head, saying nothing.
I'm only half paying attention as the teacher goes over the agenda for the year when Sang suddenly shifts and her feet touch mine under her desk.
She freezes.
I jump, knocking my right knee hard against the wood and hiss through my teeth to stop myself cursing.
"Sorry." Sang's head turns slightly, hair falling forward, expression apologetic. "I didn't mean to scare you. I thought I hit my book bag."
"Don't worry about it," I reply, putting my head down on the desk to resist pulling the locks behind her ears. It wouldn't be appropriate in a classroom.
"If you need to stretch your legs, go ahead and put them under my desk."
She noticed. I look up, smiling cheekily. "I don't want to be in your way."
"Don't sweat it. Stretch your legs out."
God, she's so nice.
I stretch my legs out comfortably until my feet stick out under her desk. Sang places one foot on either side of mine.
"There," she says, sounding pleased with herself, "no big deal. I'll just know it's you down there. If I kick you, I'm sorry."
Ha ha. "Ditto," I quip.
For the rest of the class period her ankle occasionally rocks against my own. At one point I think she seemed to forget she was leaning her heel against mine, but I never say a word of it, just stay grinning away like an idiot.
When class finishes I walk with her to the end of the hallway. "My next class is near yours. Victor's on his way, right?"
She nods. "He should be."
The main stairwell is the biggest issue. I put Sang in front, keeping a hand on her tiny form the whole way up. Her head bumps into my chest once. I cherish the touch.
As we're approaching close to her next class Doc comes out. "Oh! Hello, Miss Sorenson. And Silas, you're not in my class, are you?"
"Not this time, doc."
"It's a shame. Learning a third language would look good on a resume."
"What's the other language you know?" Sang asks.
"Greek." Ah, Aggele, the things I could whisper into your ear for hours and hours. Because everyone knows no one does romance better than Greek boys. And I'm the best of the lot.
Sang's eyes glint with the hint of a tease. "You've not said one word to me in Greek," she fake-whines.
And there's my chance. "M'aresei o tropos pos gelas," I say, then turn away and wave goodbye at the both of them as I head towards my own class.
Victor
"I hate the trailers," I groan as I move Sang's bag out of the seat in front and sit down.
"Me too," she whispers.
The doc gets up to write his name and greets the class. I just put my head down, staring at the back of Sang. She's the only one who bothered to reply back.
Doc laughs. "I think my class is missing. Did no one show up today? I'll have to mark everyone as absent. I believe I said good afternoon."
I roll my eyes and mutter my greetings along with the rest of our class. Doc's being dramatic and huffy as usual. Nothing new there.
"This won't do. I'm here to teach you Japanese. I can't very well teach you English, too. We'll be taking a lot of time to discuss Japan and the culture and of course, the language. You'll be practicing with your classmates." He makes a loop around behind the back row of desks before returning to the front again. "As such, I think right now is the time to select a partner. I want you to work on a project for me."
Sang and I meet eyes. I already know who my partner's going to be for the rest of the year. Doc says something else after that but I'm not really listening anymore as Sang turns in her seat to face me.
"What do you know about Japan?" she asks.
I shake my head, smiling. "They grow rice."
She reaches for her bag. "Do you want to write it down?"
"You write," I tell her, "your handwriting is nicer."
"How would you know?" Is she teasing me?
I don't know for sure, so I just say, "Girls always have nice handwriting."
"I want to see yours." She plops her notebook down on my desk. So I take the pen from her and write, Japan grows rice, and flip it back so she can read it.
"It's not bad."
"But you probably write all swirly and with hearts and stuff." I don't know who's teasing who anymore, but I find myself not caring, either.
"I don't use hearts. Unless you want me to."
My medallion has a heart in its center. I wonder if Sang's noticed. She snatches the notebook away and writes our names at the top of the page, dotting the "i" of my name with a heart.
I smirk. That won't work, sweet pea. "He's going to know you did that. He knows my handwriting."
Sang gives a devilish smirk that reminds me frighteningly of Luke when he's planning a prank on North. "Yeah, but no one else will. And we have to pass it up the end of class, right?"
Damn. Didn't think of that. "You wouldn't."
"I already did."
I try to grab the pen but she pulls it out of reach. "What's wrong? I like your name in hearts." Sang giggles quietly. Oh god, this girl is going to be the death of me. I try to smile, but I think I can feel my face heating in embarrassment.
"Stop being so damn cute."
"Victor?"
Sang spins around just as the doc approaches. I sit up straight as well.
"Dr. Green."
"If you're going to flirt with Miss Sang in my class, it must be done in Japanese. I believe you were saying she is cute? In Japanese, you say kawa..."
Shut up already! "I'm not doing that." I turn away. I know how to say "cute" in Japanese; I didn't need him to tell me, damn it. The other stupid kids start snickering.
"No?" says Doc. "Well, in that case..." He faces Sang and picks up her hand. I hold back a gasp, wondering what the hell is he doing?! "Kimi ga ite shiawase. Koi ni ochite shimatta." He bows his head and kisses the air above her hand.
Too close for comfort.
And then he winks—actually winks! "That is how you talk to a lady."
If I had Gabe's colorful vocabulary right now, I sure as hell would be using a few choice words to tell him exactly where he could shove the "talking." Why did he feel the need to do it with Sang? Why her? He can have his pick of any girl in the class, he could've said it to anyone and I'm sure all of them would fall at his feet. They always do. He's always such a flirt. So blasé with his own heart and of others'.
Sang didn't need that.
Not her.
I don't know who I'm more furious at, myself for getting so carelessly carried away that I didn't notice him walking to us and overhearing the conversation, or at Doc for saying the things he just said.
The rest of the class period goes by in a whir. I hardly notice anything or anyone else as Sang and I complete the assignment and hand it in. When the bell rings, I pick up our bags and walk down the hallway with Sang to the gym.
"Victor?"
I mutter out some kind of reply.
"Is Dr. Green normally like that?"
And finally I meet her eyes, raising a brow. "You mean kissing girls in the middle of the classroom?"
Her cheeks flame scarlet. "He never did kiss my hand."
Oh, but he wishes he had. "He would have," I say, gazing at the floor. I'm still angry, and I have no idea why. Which only makes me more pissed. "And yes, he's like that."
"Do you know what he said to me? The kimi ga—"
Yes I do, damn it, and no I don't want to tell you. So stop asking.
"No." My tone comes out harsh, loud, but I don't care. "I have no idea what he said."
Sang pauses, frowning at me. "Hey. I was just asking."
"Well stop asking me about him. Who the hell cares what he said?" I scoff. Then my phone zaps me. I instantly pull it out, unlocking the screen. It's Nathan. He's in trouble. Perfect timing. "I've got to go." And before she can say anything more I stalk off, still annoyed, not wanting to talk to her or anyone else for the moment.
I have to clear my head. Stupid Doc.