Immaculate

Kisses

Hope this is ok for you, most of this was written listening to a combination of David Guetta, Ellie Goulding and Tom Odell, so I hope it hasn't affected the writing. :)

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Part Thirteen

Sean's POV

I skidded to a stop beside Owen; we were at the end of the cul de sac and there was still no sign of her.

"She has her phone," I said, reaching into my pocket for mine. I saw Owen bring his out and then he was connecting to her phone. I heard it ring, but she wasn't picking up.

"Owen, we have to make this right, we can't lose her." I fumbled the phone in my haste and nearly dropped it.

"We won't," he grunted and started the app that would find her.

"She said she wanted to kiss us all, date us all and we've made her think that we can't because of the Academy."

I tapped her app and hit the connect button.

"Come on, Sang, please pick up," I begged but she didn't. What if she was hurt? What if someone else had found her first and she was in trouble? Fear slid through my veins.

"Found her, she's turned right here and is about five hundred yards down that road, she's stopped for the minute." Owen's words filled me with relief.

We started to run again, taking the corner at speed. Owen grabbed my arm and prevented me from hurtling towards her when I finally saw her huddled down on the side of the road.

"Come on!" I said to him impatiently, trying to break his hold on me.

"Sean, listen to me," he said sharply. "I've done a lot of damage here, she thinks we may not want her. We have to get her back to your place and start from the beginning and just hope we're not too late."

I lifted my hand and touched his arm, my eyes on Sang.

"It's not just you, Owen, we've done the damage," I said quietly. I heard him sigh and then we were moving forwards slowly.

Sang's POV

My phone vibrated in my pocket making me jump; I fumbled as I drew it from my bra. Mr Blackbourne's name flashed on the screen. I pushed the reject button; I couldn't bear to hear his cold tone or even his anger. I had mucked up big time.

I had run away from them, taken the coward's way out and run out. And now I had no idea what to do next.

My phone flashed again but it was Dr Green this time.

I ignored it, he had looked so angry and then when I'd blurted it out, he'd looked shocked. Of course they were shocked. I'd just admitted that I wanted to date them; what would they think of me now?

I groaned and shoved my phone back into my bra. I buried my head in my knees again. Why couldn't I have kept my mouth shut? I could have continued with being their friends, but now?

I felt the air shift around me and fear slid through me, but then the smell of Spring Soap mixed with Ginger and Citrus reached me and I knew they had found me. I took a quick peek and saw they had sat down either side of me.

"You have nothing on your feet, Miss Sorenson," Mr Blackbourne's voice was calm and smooth, with no hints of the anger or disgust that I knew would be under the surface.

"Come on, Sang, we need to get you back, you've cut your feet," Dr Green said carefully, I heard the control in his voice. He had called me Sang, he only ever called me that when he was being serious or he was being impersonal in class. I couldn't face them, but I knew I had to.