Ex's and Oh's

IV. Misunderstandings & Missing You

I sat alone at the love chair across the room, trying so hard to ignore the stares from everybody as I try to fix myself up. After getting Gabriel to stop fussing over my hair and make-up, I decided that I should just do it by myself.

At this point, I didn't know what was more terrifying, six pairs of eyes about to burn a hole through my whole being or the ticking time bomb about to explode when someone finally decides to start asking questions.

It was only five minutes ago when Victor pulled me up to my feet before I was taken away from him and into the large couch, near the desk, by Gabriel. I couldn't even get myself to speak a single word as I pass by them.

I felt numb. Not feeling exactly speechless, as well, more like I had so much to say but had no idea where to start. Here I was, in a room with people I used to know, getting the worst silent treatment ever. Doing a quick sweep of their faces had left my mouth dry. Their mixed expressions, different stances, all in dashing suits had never looked so unappealing before.

Déjà vu washes over me when I felt Gabriel's hands brush my hair away from my face. For a moment, I could see his usual self, his eyebrows slightly twitching while he gave his full concentration on fixing the disaster he clearly sees. Then I met his gaze. A hint of sadness was reflected in them and, in an instant, a pang of guilt shot right through my core.

Getting my attention back to the current situation, I realized that Mr. Roberts didn't really say anything before he had left the room. He had to have been confused when Owen told him to give us all a minute or two to talk amongst ourselves, in which I was sure Owen had meant to do when he had said it.

North was the first to break the ice between us all,  probably feeling too restless from the confusion that was happening. "What do you mean she's the ghost? How? I-I know her. She's not from around here. And she's definitely not Academy."North pointed a finger in my direction while facing both Owen and Sean. His voice now coated with even deeper tones compared to when I had first met him.

As if on cue, I saw Owen cross the room and approached North with a white folder with the letters 'SS', clear, bold and in black, written on it.

No. I thought to myself.

And before I could speak a word, my feet were already taking me towards the two to snatch my files away. This isn't right.

"Sang." I dodged Sean, who had an arm out, about to stop me, and intercepted the folder.

"I-" Words wouldn't come out as I try not to tremble before them. Holding myself steady, I continued on. "I believe these are mine."

From the steely gaze Owen was wearing, I was sure that he had already read it.

"I believe it as well... Miss Sorenson." He had addressed me properly, but I still ended up with chills down my spine. "I think the others are a little confused with regards to your identity. Care to introduce yourself to them?"

Exactly how much of my files had he seen? From the way he was acting, it was as if he had connected all the dots by now.

Owen Blackbourne. The one and only.

I turned to the side, regretting the action immediately when I saw Sean's concerned green eyes, a complete contrast to Victor's nonchalant ones which were almost as if displaying a slightly merry look in them.

"What's this? Why are they saying you're the ghost? Sorenson? What kind of bullsh** is this?" North turned me to face him. His sweaty palms held me on each arm, intent on getting answers from me.