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

Family .vs. Friends {15}

(You'll see more media of the guys don't worry just cause I'm done showcasing the main cast)

(à) Chapter 15 (ß)

POV: Owen Blackbourne

Image: Jensen Ackles as Dakota Jameson Lee

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Clearing my throat, I moved to turn the monitor off on the computer screen where I had been overseeing Mr. Coleman and the elder Mr. Taylor's mission to retrieve any weapons from the locker.

Instead, my eyes were treated to the sight of the delectable Ms. Sorenson in what appeared to be a second skin of clothing. Her outfit molded to her body in a way that began to lessen the space in my trousers, more than enough reason to turn off the monitor and give them their privacy.

It was not, however, until I noticed her and the two of my younger brothers get into a heated...session that I decided it would be wise to allow them this time.

I had been under the understanding that Ms. Sorenson was no longer interacting with any of myself or my brothers. It would seem I was mistaken, if only for those two.

My finger was clicking the button but, as the screen darkened, I caught sight of the door to the shower stall flinging wide open and a body entering the doorway.

The screen was then dark and I hurriedly attempted to turn it back on, slightly worried about this new aspect. Perhaps it was simply another of my younger brothers, invited to join in.

My thoughts carried with them a tinge of bitterness that I did my best to repress and keep from my facial expression. I had never even had the chance to flirt with her or kiss her as others of my family had. I had simply been Mr. Blackbourne to her.

Of course, demanding she leave my classroom the first moment I met her had probably added to that distance, I admit.

The computer frustrated me as it was working incredibly slow. It had prompted me to enter my administration password—BlackbourneGrey (Victor's choice)—but was now showing a buffering symbol which could only mean the internet connection—and therefore my camera signla that was allowing me to watch the happenings—was not currently available.

This system was the most outdated and pathetic piece of technology I had ever seen. For that alone, I'd have closed down Ashley Waters High School many years ago. How could these students be expected to matriculate when their learning tools were more fitted for the Roaring 20s rather than this technologically advanced era?

The computer made a clicking sound that let me know it had finally re-connected and the scene from the computer immediately caught my attention.

Not because of anything weird, or even horrifying, simply because there was no one there.

I had not been watching cameras for outside of the shower stall as I'd only been able to watch one camera at a time. Curse this dilapidated software.

I now waited for the cameras of the locker room—outside of the shower stall—to connect as I disconnected the one from the shower stall. Unwilling to be out of the loop for long, I pulled out my cellphone and directed a text message to both Misters Coleman and Taylor.

What's happened? Did you acquire anything of value?

Vague enough that anyone reading our messages could not say specifically it was an Academy mission, yet direct enough that I could receive an accurate response.

The monitor turned on and revealed a scene that did catch my attention because of it's state. Mr. Coleman was currently clutching at his right leg, just above the knee where a dark patch of red could be seen and Mr. Taylor was battling with two gentleman both of whom were wielding weapons—knives it appeared.

Immediately, I hit the red Emergency button on my cell phone for Mr. Lee, Korba, and the younger Mr. Taylor. Those three would diffuse the situation as soon as possible. Mr. Griffin was currently out on an Academy mission so he would not be able to make it to help anyway.

I would go to assist but, first, I searched the screen for any sign of Ms. Sorenson.

And she was gone.

There was no sight of a tiny bomb with beautiful blonde hair, or those closed off emerald green eyes.

But there was something else in the screen. Something I couldn't figure for the life of me. It was completely mangled and seemed to be thrown carelessly against another locker. From research, I was aware that that particular locker was one of the "1's" lockers, but which one I was not aware of at this time.

I prayed that Ms. Sorenson was safe as I raced out of my office to go and assist my younger brothers. Hopefully, they could tell me if she was safe. Though, knowing her—and using a few of Mr. Coleman's colorful phrasing—"Trouble's always gonna fuckin find trouble. Her pretty ass just can't help it."