Sang's the 1: Family .vs. Friends (Book 2)

Family .vs. Friends {14}

POV: Sang Sorenson

Picture: Nicholas Hoult as North Taylor

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Warning: This part has not been edited or proofread. There is also a little content but no actual intercourse.

Note: Its short but its Thanksgiving so I has to give you something. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I'm grateful for all of you reading my story (ies) and everything else you do even if its just leaving me a smiley face comment.

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I was internally seething from the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet. Literally, I was beyond angry.

And the crazy part is that most of that anger was directed at myself. How could I be mad at the guys for doing what guys do?

There are 7 of them--not counting Mr. Blackbourne and Dr. Green--and all of then were extremely good looking, smart, fun, charismatic......Why would they settle for liking a plain, average, broken girl whose best day consists of receiving only q couple bruises from a fight and only having to protect here friends.

My hand balled into a fiat and slammed into the wall I had settled onto, my mind wandering far from the situation at hand. Admittedly, I should be using this time more wisely.

Gabriel, Luke, and I were stuck inside of a shower stall inside the boys locker room in the gymnasium while Greg screamed at his followers about how they should be grateful nothing was missing because the locker had been open when they arrived.

I had a sneaking suspicion it was the blue eyed blonde bombshell with glazed over eyes standing directly across from me that was responsible for the open locker.

As I eyed them, my bottom lip jutted out in a pout, Gabriel made his way over to me with his own eyes narrowed in that way that I knew it meant a Gabriel-snap was coming.

His steps were nowhere near silent.

He inched, but his feet shuffled against the time and the sudden quiet from the other side of the shower stall foot alerted me to the fact that I was not the only one aware of Gabriel's movements.

I watched as he flicked his eyes from the door to me, to Luke, to me, and back to the door. His tongue whipped out to lick at his piercing and I found my gaze stuck to that shiny silver dot, irrationally jealous of how it got to touch his lips all the time. His to guest darted out to wet said lips, making then just a little shiny and they looked incredibly soft.

My throat went dry for whatever reason and my lower belly began that weird tin going sensation I always seem to get around the Academy Guys.

"What the fuck are you standing around for you dumb motherfuckers?! Go check it out!"

Greg's command yanked me abruptly from my fuzzy state of mind, yet I was all too aware that it seemed as if the heat in the room had been increased tenfold. A blushed bloomed in my cheeks as I realized I'd been caught staring at Gabriel's lips by Gabriel.

Too frightened of my total embarrassment to continue looking his way, U glanced over to Luke who was staring at me.

His eyes, no longer glazed over, told me that he was out of his daydream. That was one thing no one could dislike about Lucian Taylor.

He knew how to make and keep himself happy and, because he was a generally happy person, he could keep others around him happy as well. It was a far cry better than people like Michael or Marie or Marissa who all seemed to carry a sort of "I'll make you miserable" vibe whenever I was in their presence.

The sound of footsteps got closer as a different voice called out "Which one was it, man, I ain't got time to check all these things."

A voice, further away so less clear in its actual dialogue, said something similar to "Just throw all the doors open! I'm looking out for the door so it aint like nobody gonna get past me."

I had no idea what Greg was up to or how many of his followers he had out there with him.

That meant I couldnt just go out fighting; Luke and Gabriel were still under my protection and they'd be vulnerable while i fought.

So I had to think quickly.

It may have been the heat or the way they both seemed to speak silently to each other but didn't attempt to pull me into the conversation or just the moments i had spent staring at Gabriel's lips. Or the way Luke's hair cascaded around his head, flowing like a halo and enhancing his natural sex appeal.

But I mentally blamed it on the situation as i reached out, grabbing a handful of both of their jackets right over the little patch shaped like A with a key and heart inside and ignored both of other shocked expressions.

Yanking them closer, I threw one leg around Gabriel's waist and thanked God for childhood gymnastics as I threw the other around Luke's waist, forcing them to get much closer to each other than I guess either would like.

Gripping Luke's hair in mg hands, I made sure it looked as if I'd been running my hands through it for quite some tine now. Gabriel might've flipped if I messed up his hair.

I heard the door to our shower opening and , without a seconds hesitation, yanked Gabriel's lips down onto mine. The sound of the door hitting the outside wall as it was flung carelessly not even penetrating my thoughts, focused solely on Luke's lips making small butterfly missed on my neck and Gabriel's tongue redefining "french kiss."