The Bird That Couldn't Sing (GBFF)

Chapter 8 - Silas

When my door opened this morning, I was expecting to see Victor and Kota. But what did I get instead? An angel.

The most breathtaking creature I'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing stood before me in an adorable white skirt and pink blouse, it tucked into her skirt as she clutched a notebook to her chest. Her hair was pulled back into a clip with strands hanging down, framing her delicate face, and it allowed me a better view at her angelic features, her eyes most prominent for me to marvel adoringly at.

They were stunning, almost as much as her. The only difference: her eyes seemed sad, something I believe only people like my brothers and I could recognize so clearly. She was like an open book, each emotion that crossed her gorgeous face like a page that was displayed so publicly and captivatingly; it was hard to look away. There was a whole story behind her haunted green eyes, swirling around radiantly, drawling me in, and I found myself silently wishing to be a part of her tale.

She was a short little thing, but in my opinion, would fit perfectly under my arm or in my lap. Like she was sent just for me; I didn't hesitate to voice my thoughts.

And just like that, the perfect angel only became more perfect, making my heart swell. She understood me; she spoke Greek.

Apparently, her name was Sang, and she'd arrived with the boys: Kota and Victor. Unconsciously, I felt my swelled heart deflate a little. If she'd already met them, then I'd stand no chance. I could never compare to them.

Soon, though, my heart was no longer filled with insecurities. It was filled with anger. Why the hell couldn't she speak?! She seemed very sad and... embarrassed when Kota had voiced her words, like she was scared we... I... would leave her now that I knew. She couldn't have been more wrong.

There's no way I'd leave her now; not after I saw her face, not after I found out she could speak Greek, and definitely not after I saw the haunted look in her green eyes.

We're currently in the car, on our way to the mall. I tried to allow Sang to sit in the passenger's seat, but she insisted my legs were longer, so I should sit in the front. I probably wouldn't have taken her written words so seriously if it weren't for the determined scowl on her face. I almost chuckled at her adorable attempt to be intimidating, especially as I towered over her.

Eventually, after what seems like a million years of arguing over the radio station, we arrive at the mall, Sang's face almost pressed flush against the glass window of Victor's BMW. But she seems to be holding herself back. From what, I have no clue, but something seems to flash through her pretty little head before a blush takes over her cheeks.

Seriously, can this girl get any more cute?

I'm about to hop out of the vehicle to open up aggele's door to escort her out before Kota beats me to it, a victorious grin on his face. He smirks over at Victor as he takes Sang's hand, then his attention focuses back on her as he leans in to give the back of her hand a peck chivalrously, a genuine beam etched onto his face.

And as much as I try to push it away, I can't help the jealously that bubbles within me at the sight. Are they dating, Kota and Sang? Or is he just being nice?

I really hope it's the latter. I've only just met Sang, but I can't control the undeniable attraction I feel towards her. Sure, she's absolutely beautiful, but that's not the only thing that draws me into her calming aura. It's also her innocent and pure soul. Like I said, I've only just met her. But like I also stated previously, she's like an open book, beckoning any wandering soul to come forth and sneak a peek at her biography--like sailors to an enchanting siren. Like a goddess to her worshipers. Like an angel to all its believers and prophets.

But, the sad truth is, even if they aren't dating, I know that's what he wants. Both him and Victor do, actually. I know my brothers, and I know they've never been the type to be distracted by girls. The Academy keeps us busy enough. In fact, the only things any of us have had closest to any sort of relationship in the past couple of years have been a few, minor flings. But those ended almost as soon as they began. So, with confidence, I can also say I've never been one to fancy another. But I also can't help but feel my heart strings pinch and pull at the thought or sight of aggele, almost like I'm a puppet and she's the puppet master, tugging at the strings that make up my being and manipulating my thoughts and every will.

Part of me, a small, devilish part, can't help but feel myself become aroused at the thought. I wouldn't mind it if Sang controlled me. Something about the mental image turns me on like no other. Maybe its because she's so pure and innocent, so the thought of her in something lacy and revealing, with an authoritative tone, just really gets me going. When did I become so horny? Ever since I met Sang.

I'm suddenly snapped out of my inner monologue, that seems to have lasted a century, by the small tapping on my arm. The touch is soft enough that I can tell who it belongs to immediately. Plus, I felt a slight zap run up my arm, beginning at where our skin met and zipping all over my nervous system, sending a small shock to my heart after crawling through my veins to trek there. My eyes widen exponentially, and I can tell she felt it too, because now her eyes are looking in between mine skeptically, almost seeming... guarded but also... excited, confused, and overwhelmed.

"Yes, aggele mou?" I ask, turning to gaze down at her. She blushes slightly at the pet name, making me grin proudly. With a bashful smile, she points over to the boys who seem to have surpassed us. I must've been lost in my thoughts longer than I'd previously thought.

With my own slight blush, I nod, grabbing her hand that isn't clutching her notebook, revelling in the sparks I feel emit between us, and lead her back up to the boys. She follows along with a smile, seemingly glad at our hands' embrace. It's warm and feels like they were molded for each other, like they're the perfect fit for each other. Like her hand is the other half to mine, coming together to finally make it whole. My grin grows impossibly larger. Maybe her and Kota aren't together. I should ask, but not now because I'm too busy following him and Victor into an expensive looking suit shop.

I glance over my shoulder to find aggele with her brows scrunched in question and her head cocked to the side slightly: an adorable confused expression she wears perfectly.

I chuckle quietly, squeezing her hand a little. "We're getting fitted," I inform her, and she nods, still seeming slightly curious.

Kota and Victor arrive just then, both wearing smiles directed toward Sang, the angel herself. "Sweetie, I'm sorry to ask this of you, but could you please sit here for a minute while we get changed and fitted? I don't want you wandering off and getting lost. This place is really big."

She blushes profusely at the nickname, sweetie. Damn it, I wanted to be the only one with a nickname that could make her blush. Or maybe not. I don't really care who's making her flush that lovely scarlett color. As long as it's painted on her cheeks, I'll be satisfied. I would've just felt a little more satisfied if I were the one to make her cheeks tint that color. I wonder how far that blush goes.

She nods, still flushed as she sinks down onto the bench before us. She scrawls on a fresh sheet of unused paper from her notebook, showing it to us afterward. "Why the suits? Going somewhere fancy? Dinner with the parents? Business meeting? Hot dates?" She waggles her eyebrows cheekily, making the boys and I all laugh heartily.

"Nothing like that, princess," Victor assures, making her teasing expression morph into one of bashfulness, that beloved crimson creeping up onto her cheeks once again. And, it's at this moment that I decide I want to make it my life mission to never let that blush leave her beautiful face. I don't even care that she's blushing because of the new pet name Victor has for her, as long as it's here to stay.

Plus, I like the look of utter happiness that spreads across Victor's face at the sight; Kota's, too. As long as my brothers--Kota, Victor, and the rest of them--and my aggele are happy, then I'm happy.

Even if I don't quite know what that means for me or us right now.
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