Immaculate

Misunderstanding...

I have to admit that I honestly thought this chapter would be Mr B's and the doc's next lesson with Sang, but it didn't work out that way. I think this is the closure for Tim with the boys and Sang, but it's not the last we see of him.

I hope you enjoy it, the next chapter will be Dr Green talking to Sang. :)

Part Twenty Two

Mr Blackbourne's POV

"So, our little pumpkin is quite a surprise. Perfectly happy to be the filling between North and Silas," Sean chuckled.

I looked at him as he shrugged into his blue shirt and started to do it up.

"Is that the only thing you got from this?" I asked him dryly and he laughed winking at me before his face went serious. He perched on the desk as he put his tie on.

"Whatever happens, Owen, whether we finish the school year or not, we can not leave her here alone. She's going to get eaten up so quickly."

He was quite right and her text messages just proved to reinforce just how innocent she is.

"We can sit her down, tell her exactly what some teenage boys are really like and she'll still get eaten up, because she doesn't see it."

"Not if it's covered," I agreed. "She said his eyes changed when he realised his cover was blown. She can see it if it's obvious."

"Wrap it up with friendly affection, cover it with some pretend concern and she's a sitting duck." He nodded as he spoke.

"She has no clue to read between the lines," I added. "North was pretty suggestive in his texts to her and it just went over the top of her head. Bennet was obvious in his last text how he could be nice to her and she sees only the surface."

"That's not something we can teach her, Owen," he said and knotted his tie, he tucked his shirt in and reached for his bag. I stood up and came around my desk. "That comes with experience; experience I don't want her getting anywhere but with us," he carried on.

"She still doesn't know what his initial note was referring to. I think if she'd known she would have realised that he wasn't what he was making himself out to be. If we teach her the meaning of things like that at least she'd recognise it in future." I waited till he was facing me and lifting his chin up slightly.

"You're completely on board with whatever I talk to her about tonight then?" he queried as I tightened the knot in his tie and straightened it. We could do with putting up a mirror on the back of the door.

"I am now," I admitted and stepped back. His shirt needed ironing, and his tye was creased slightly, but he'd do. He looked like every other underpaid and overworked teacher here.

"So there'll be no "Dr Green!" or, "Sean, that is not appropriate!"?" He did a passable imitation of me but I would never tell him that.

"Not tonight; unless you offer hands on education," I smirk at him.

"Oh, you killjoy you," he teased me. I shook my head at him and indicated the door.

"Go on, you're supposed to be the teacher, you can't be late for your own class."

"Owen, it's because I'm the teacher, I can do what I like. If I didn't love my white coat so much I just might take up teaching instead."

I snorted, shaking my head at him.

"You'd kill them all within a week." I went back to sit behind my desk.

"I certainly would," he agreed pleasantly. "Owen." He stopped with his hand on the door handle and looked back at me, his face serious, a spark of worry in his eyes.