Academy's Assassin

{4}

I hear Victor chuckle from beside me as Dr. Green simply shakes his head, a twinkle in his green eyes as he looks down at me. "You'll find out soon enough, now, do you mind me asking about yesterday?"

I glance over to Victor, his fiery eyes already trained on me. I smiles hesitantly, wracking my brain for any type of excuse. "Just some routine blood work, it should be all fine."

He looks apprehensive but nods regardless, placing his palm out to shake my own. "Well, I'll be your teacher, Doctor Green."

I smile as I shake it, his smooth fingers tracing circles against my skin as I remove my hand. I nodded to him as he moved back up to the front of the class, before taking my laptop from Victor back. I giggled and shook my head as he dazed expression from it, taking out a notebook to write down any notes I would need.

Or pretend to need at least.

I watch Doctor Green teach, the way his lips move and the way his shirt sleeves stretch right across his upper arms. I smile to myself when he catches me, throwing his a wink and watching the tops of his cheekbones redden. Doctor Green then hands out work sheets, his eyes straying to me a bit longer than necessary before he forces himself away.

I finish the paper in under five minutes, pushing it to the corner of my desk before I begin to pack up. I hear his footsteps before I glance up, Doctor Greens confused eyes glancing to me.

"Sang, you have to finish your paper." I nod before picking it up, extending my arm out to show him.

"Finished it." His eyebrows shoot up before glancing over to Victor, who has the same look on his face.

"Do you know this language?" I shrug, my eyes wavering to the clock over his desk.

"I've traveled a lot, my adopted father brought us a million different place. I just had an affinity for languages I guess." I watched Doctor Greens eyes soften, before something flickered across his face.

"You were adopted?" He asked softly, his features vulnerable as he watched me.

My small grin falters slightly as I nod. "Yeah, I was six when I got adopted."

I don't say anymore as the bell rang, not really interested in delving into my shitty childhood. I stand up and grab my bag, waving to the two before leaving class quickly. I stop by my car and pick up my violin case, knowing that I'll more than likely need my own during my lesson.

I quickly jog to where his classroom is, walking in to find it empty. I open the black case and finger the dark mahogany, a small smile playing on my face as I remember when Phil gave me the violin. My eyes drift up when I hear the door shut, and Mr. Blackbourne walks in.

His eyes widen slightly when he sees me, before they get drawn in onto my violin. "I presume you're Miss Sorenson?"

I smile wider than before as I pick up my violin, an older Stradivarius that I knew cost Phil close in the millions. "Yes, and you must be Mr. Blackbourne."

I watch his eyes widen as he looks at my violin, flickering up and down the length of my instrument before they find their way back to me. "Is that –"

I giggle as I nod, taking my bow from its case as well. "Yes, once my father learned of my love for music, he went a little overboard. Said he had help from two of his friends on picking out instruments and sheet music."

I watch as he composes himself, making his way to the baby grand that sat in the corner. "Would you like to show me what you can play?"

I smile and nod as I lift my violin up, placing it under my chin with my fingers at the strings. The bow touches and glides as I play, my eyes growing shut as Lucia Micarelli drifts through the room. The song grows to a close as I lift open my eyes, heavy lidded as I look back over to Mr. Blackbourne.