Visible Ghosts

9

Zane POV

I hated being back in school. There's a reason why I haven't gone back after I received my last degree three years ago. The week has trudged on agonizingly slow. Between going to classes, trying to find out information for the mission, and keeping boys away from Sang. I'm beat.

Those boys are persistent, even the ones who don't have classes with her. They flock to her like she hangs the sun, the moon, and the stars. Not just the academy guys either, students of all ages try their chance to talk to Sang. She brushes off most of their advances without a second thought. Her flirty grins and sparkling eyes are intended to draw out information for the mission. The devious little minx just has to flutter her eyes and the guys of this college are putty in her very capable hands.

The women of this campus aren't as forth coming. They bat their eyes at me and rest their manicured hands on any part of my body they can touch. Yet, they offer no information on anything of substance. If I have to hear one more time about how sexy I am, I might puke.

Sang and I always compete to see who can get the most information for undercover missions like this. And she's winning, which is really getting under my skin. I'm a competitive guy and it hurts my ego a little when my sister easily outmaneuvers me. It doesn't help that she flaunts it whenever we're alone. She may be family but it doesn't mean that I don't want to strangle her sometimes.

So far, we've found out that Greg, Rocky, and Jay host parties all the time. But to get invited is the tricky part. Everyone knows about them but hardly anyone speaks about where they are held. Sang also found out that the associate professor has a rumor going around that he'll change grades if you do him a favor. No one explicitly said what the favors were but it doesn't sound good. Supposedly a girl named Jade has had quite a few dalliances with this professor. Greg hasn't approached Sang again but Rocky claims her as his girl. I can't wait to rock his shit, Sang is no one's girl. Not even mine and that's exactly why I love her. Her independence is a part of her and I wouldn't change it for the world. I'm just happy she chose me to be a part of her life. She's the sister I never wanted but will never let go.

I groan as I open my eyes. It's Friday. One more day and then I can sit at home and relax with Sang. Our class schedule doesn't align so we barely get to see each other during the day. At night we're comparing conversations and doing homework.

My muscles strain as I roll out of bed. Sparring with Raven three times a week is going to kill me. I'm always his practice dummy and he doesn't do anything gently. I have more bruises than I care to count. Nathan is also in that class with me. At least he's a good opponent. We're evenly matched. He has a few pounds on me but I'm a few inches taller than him. By the end of the semester I'm sure my skills are going to improve. The fucker keeps me on my toes.

My door opens letting in the harsh light from the hallway.

"Zaannneee. Get up, it's your turn to make breakfast." Sang sings from the doorway. Her melodic voice soothes me. That voice is what got me through one of the hardest parts of my life. Without her I would have lost myself in New York, probably just another body that washed up in the Hudson River.

"Buttercup. Turn off the light. It's too early." I complain, throwing an arm over my eyes.

The bed sinks slightly to my left, indicating Sang has sat down. Her small hand rubs my shoulder, circles that ease some of the soreness. "You feeling okay?"

Lowering my arm, a smile forms. My blue eyes finding hers full of worry. "I'm okay. Just tired. Raven is kicking my ass and you know how much I hate school."

She searches my face, looking for any hidden meanings. I was never able to keep anything from her, she sees through my bullshit too easily. Sang knows me better than I know myself sometimes. "Okay." She sighs, "Get dressed. We'll pick up something on the way."

"Your wish. My command." I tease, reaching my hands out to tickle her sides. Squeals peel out of her mouth as she slaps my hands away and dances away from the bed. Flipping me off she shuts the door and wanders off to do who knows what.

Flopping back into bed, I release a deep breath and close my eyes. One more day. I can do this.