Meeting Sang *COMPLETE*

Gabriel

New friend in the group. Problems at home. Will go to the public school with us. Blackbourne and Doc don't know. Keep it to yourselves.

I stare at Kota's text again, wondering for the thousandth fucking time what the hell he meant. He was unusually vague. Who the fuck was this "new friend" Kota was talking about? And why didn't he want to tell Blackbourne and Doc about it? That's so fucking weird.

"Hurry up!"

I startle and almost drop my phone. Vic's parked in front of the trailer. He's poking his head of his window now, grinning and tapping his arm against the stupid door of his stupid fucking car.

"Pipe down, I'm coming," I shout. I stomp down the stairs of the trailer and slam the passenger door shut on my way in. Victor doesn't even bat an eyelash as he starts pulling out.

"So what's this fucking vague-ass text about?" I ask, just as we're getting on the highway.

"Sang."

"Sang? Who the hell is Sang?"

"She's a girl."

For someone who's got no patience to speak of, Vic sure likes to test my own levels. I wait a while, knowing he'll tire of his stupid games.

Vic starts spewing. "She's adorable. And sweet. Really sweet. She likes classical music—her favorite's Winter by Vivaldi, can you believe it—"

No, I sure as fucking hell don't. Anyone who likes the same music Vic does—I gotta see this myself.

"...And she has these eyes, green, but I don't think I've ever seen a color like that before. They're amazing. She lives in Kota's neighborhood, that gray two-story with the basketball court? That one. And she's shy. But sweet. Really sweet. She's also really small. Looked ten or something when I first saw her—confused the shit out of me." He pauses for a chuckle.

I give him a bland stare. "You done?"

Vic shakes his head. "You don't get it—wait until you meet her. We're going to Kota's house for a meeting. I think Kota wants us to become friends with her. She stayed over his house two nights ago..."

I tune him out after he says that, trying to imagine what this girl Sang looks like. Small. Shy. Sweet. Nice eyes. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye—the moron's off in his own place. He's not gonna listen to a thing I say.

But something else bugs me. Sang stayed over at Kota's house? Overnight?

"Hold on."

Vic jabbers on.

"Oy!" The car jerks, and my head propels forward. "Fucking shit!"

"Hey, you're the one who shouted at me." Victor resumes his normal speed, then glances towards me. "What?"

"Did you say Sang slept over at Kota's? In his bed?"

"Uh-huh."

"What the fuck?"

"Kota wouldn't tell me all of it—I guess that's why we're meeting today at his place, to talk about it. But basically she's having some issues at home, so Kota offered her to stay over for the night, and she agreed."

"She just agreed? Just like that?" I gape at him.

Vic gives a single nod. Then the side of his mouth quirks up. "I told you, she's different. Not like any other girl I've met. Yesterday at the mall she wouldn't accept my offer of paying for lunch at first. Can you believe it? I don't even think she knows who I am." He sounds oddly happy about this.