Knowing Sang: Moments from the Blackbourne Boys' Persective

Flirting

A/N: Writing Silas is difficult. I think I've gotten the hang of Victor by now, though. Maybe. Anyways. Comments are ALWAYS appreciated. Enjoy!

Silas

I lead the way to the offices downstairs where there's a little set up near the corridor by the nurse's office to get ID pictures taken. The teacher sitting at the wooden desk wth a printing station and asks for Sang's information. I go stand by the camera and wait while Sang stands in front of the blue sheet of paper.

Her green eyes are wide, lips slightly parted. She's gorgeous. But I wish she'd smile. She'll be stunning if she does.

So I get in her line of sight. "Smile!"

Strawberries appear on her cheeks. "It's just a school photo," she says.

I have to make her smile, without making it obvious. She's so nervous already. I give a shrug, hoping this'll come out casually. I've always been kind of a jokester, but I need this to come out right the first time. "Do it anyway," I say, and then with more confidence, "say cheese or fiddlesticks or San Francisco or whatever."

It worked!

Sang's whole face lights up, and probably the rest of her, too. I grin. The flash goes off.

About five minutes later she has her ID card in her hand and is frowning at it. "I look terrible."

I bet you don't, Aggele, I think. Aggele. That's it. That's what I'll call her. It comes so naturally.

"Let me see." I reach for the card and tilt it closer. "It's not bad. You're cute."

Her hands rub over her cheeks. I don't know what she's trying to do, exactly, but it only turns them redder. "I only have to use it if they ask for it, right? And for the library?"

"I think they use it as your yearbook picture, too."

Sang's eyes widen so much I almost fear they're gonna pop out of her skull. It's so hilarious I can't help but start laughing. I don't mean to laugh at her, but I can't help it. She just looks so damn cute. "That's not funny!" she cries, trying to take her card back. I hold it above her head, grinning still.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice a stout-looking man in a suit standing at the end of the hallway, watching us. He isn't saying or doing anything, so I decide to ignore it. 

"I might keep this. I don't have a picture of you."

Sang goes on her toes, but I'm too tall for her to reach. Instead she ends up stumbling forward onto me. She immediately lets go after regaining balance, and I feign hurt, clutching at my chest and making a face.

She's fully relaxed now, laughing loud.

And then stops.

And gasps.

My eyes immediately fly open, and I see the same man from before who I think is the vice principal. I saw him before but didn't pay attention enough to realize he was leaning in towards Sang until too late. Sang, on the other hand, has turned away to face him, and the whole of her body is suddenly ramrod straight, spine stiff.

"You have a nasty habit of running into people, Miss Sorenson. You should watch where you're going," he says.

She slowly starts to back up, one small step at a time. I look down and see her finger at her lip and stand at her back, offering support.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. McCoy," she whispers.

The start of growl forms deep within my chest. I barely manage to hold it back. I don't like the way he's looking at her, eyes roving up and down her body like she's some kind of fucking shiny new toy or plaything. It's disgusting. The fucking malakas.