Good Intentions

Ch14: William's Week Day 2

Sang POV

I can not believe that Owen is just letting Mr. Hendricks take me. What if this is all a trap, just like with Mr. McCoy. A shiver rocked my body at the thought of him. Where was he? The boys told me I didn't need to worry, but I couldn't help it. 

"Miss Sorenson, are you alright?" Startled, I whipped my head to look at Mr. Hendricks. We were walking down the hall at a leisurely pace. A pace, I had no doubt, was intentionally slow in the attempt to piss off Owen. Feeling my arms shaking, I brought my fingers up to my lip and pressed.

"Yes, Mr. Hendricks. I am Okay." That was a lie, and I wondered if he could tell. The boys always told me how I couldn't lie because my face was so expressive,  but maybe that was only true for them. Maybe with all their training, they were just able to read me. The look on Mr. Hendrick's face told me that was not the case.

"Miss Sorenson, you are shaking like a leaf. Is this just because you are getting in trouble, or were you forced to do something you didn't want to do?" He spoke softly, trying to express that he actually did care about my well being, and was worried for me. The gleam in his eyes however told me that he was trying to lay a trap. The question is, who was the trap for? 

"I'm not sure what you mean Mr. Hendricks. I have never gotten in this much trouble before. I am nervous as to what this means for my record." That was all very true. I was nervous, but more so that he would call my father. If he found out about my living situation I would be in a lot of trouble. He gave me a disapproving look before he continued talking. 

"Miss Sorenson, I find it hard to believe that you wanted to be in that closet with Mr. Taylor." This made me pause for a split second. The trap was coming, and I had to be very careful how I answered him from this point on. We only had about 5 more minutes before we made it to the Library, where ISS was held. If I could just evade his more pointed questions, maybe we would be okay. But he didn't really ask me a question just now. Not really. He said it like he knew it to be true. Maybe I could use that to my advantage and act confused. 

"Why is that Mr. Hendricks?" I asked softly. I did my best to sound both embarrassed but also curious. Obviously, I could think of many reasons for him to believe that, but I wanted him to waste time telling me his. I just had to hope that I wouldn't be playing into his trap somehow.

"Well, for one, I don't think you are the type." He paused, as if he expected some type of reaction. I didn't give him one so he continued. "I was also under the impression that you are dating Mr. Silas Korba. I would think that would be reason enough to avoid being in closets with other boys." His tone was mocking, as if he had caught me out and now had even more leverage over me. I mean, I guess he sort of did, but what was he insinuating? That he was going to tell my boyfriend that I was cheating on him? That seemed a little beneath him as a principle. I decided to tell a truth and a half truth here. My instinct was telling me it was important to let him think he had the upper hand.

"I am dating Silas. And like North told you before, we were just talking about something private." There was a slight shake to my voice due to jitters. We were just two halls away from the Library, and I just needed to stall him a little more. His eyes glimmered at me admitting my relationship with Silas, which was odd. Maybe he really did think that he could create trouble by using my relationship. 

"Well it must have been something you didn't want to talk about. You stormed out of that closet very upset, and that was before you even noticed Mr. Blackbourne or myself. Are you sure he didn't force you in there?" He wants me to accuse North of something, but that obviously was not going to happen. In the meekest voice I could manage I told him the honest truth.

"North is one of my best friends. We had a fight recently and we were attempting to talk it out. I got upset, and that is when you saw me walking out of the closet. That is all." We had just reached the door for the Library and I was vibrating with tension. I had almost made it. He watched me for a moment, analyzing me with an intensity that made me very uncomfortable. Not like Mr. McCoy did, but almost like my step mother. He really didn't like me, and I wasn't sure if it was because of the boys exclusively, or if some of it was personal. Whatever the reasons, the feeling was mutual. Mr. Hendrick's was not good people, and for the first time I really wanted to take him down. He had threatened me and my family, bit it wasn't until this moment that I knew with certainty that he would really hurt us if it came to that. And I was done being hurt.