Fixing Sang

Chapter five

■ Victors P.O.V ■

Gabriel and I get out of my car and begin walking towards the run down school. I can't wait to get out of this place. I just hope our mission can be  done quickly.
"Oy, this fucking school is hideous.  And look at what they're wearing. The day we don't have to step foot back into this fucking school won't be soon enough."
"Yes, Gabe, I agree. Although, don't go throwing insults and foul language around. Some wouldn't understand it's a part of your personality like we do." I respond.
The halls are overflowing with kids, as we walk to the cafeteria to look for our brothers. Gabe keeps muttering about 'fucking personal space' as we are herded around. I glance around the room before my eyes land on Nathan's bright hair sitting at a table in the courtyard. I tell Gabe and we head that direction.
When we get closer I notice a small figure sitting at the table also. I send Kota a look to show my confusion. We were suppose to get a table for just us. So we could talk a little more freely. But Kota only shrugged and looked away.
Instead of arguing I sit down and take in the person. I see a peek of blonde hair and pale skin. So its a female. I then take in a oversized hoody that hides her skin. Her small hands look delicate as she holds the sides of her book. I must admit, I'm curious what this girl is interested in. I wonder if her small fingers play any instrument. Her whole being reminds me of gentle keys of my piano.
I just wish I could see her face. Because my instincts tell me that once I see her, I'll want to carry her away.
Gabriel says something to startle the girl. As she then jerks her head up. But when she looked over to see Gabe about four inches from her she flinches back. That moment my fingers curl. I throw a look to Kota and he only shakes his head in acknowledgment.
    Her voice was like the most softest chords. Like a song that throbs through the soul. But when she turns to me, thats when my heart lurches. Her beautiful eyes land on my own. I see the moment her eyes reconize who I am. Sadness tears in my heart. Because I'm tired of people seeing the pockets of money side of me. But her eyes soften and she hides her heart shaped face once again. That's when I know.
   She may know who I am. But I don't think she truely cares about what I make. So right then. I decided, I wanted to save and run away with this girl. This girl with the beauty of a princess.

■ Gabriel's P.O.V ■

When I found out that we had a mission in this fucking hellhole of a school, I immediately dreaded it. I know what kids think when they see me. They think just because I wear colorful things that I'm a fucking faggot. I use to be bullied for having interests in hair and fashion when I was younger. That's mostly how I met some of my family. Brothers. So now, I know it will hurt me just a little to be called these things all over again.
But at least I have my brothers. The only ones who understand me. Who want me. So that's all I cared about. The other fuckers here can take their fucking bullshit somewhere else.
  So when I laid eyes on the girl wearing a black hoody, I was in for a fucking shock. The looks my brothers gave her, filled of protectiveness and sorrow, I knew right fucking then that she was going to be trouble. But not the bad kind.
  No, when the gorgeous girl flinched away from me, I almost demanded to know who the fuck hurt her. But the look Kota and Nathan gave me, told me otherwise. So I said nothing about it. Nothing about the hunch of her sholders, of her trying to hide within herself.  Or the pain in her eyes.
   And watching her walk away I saw what we all did. The slight limp in her steps. Her flinch and jump at every move. That shit pissed me off to no end. The pain that made this delicate and fragile girl shy away from everything. And looking at three of my brothers, I know they thought the same.
Homeroom I kept thinking about her, wondering what we could do to help her. And walking into AP English and seeing her hunched down in her seat in front of Luke I was happy. So I slid right on into the seat beside hers. Making sure to watch her every move.
  By just looking at Luke I could see him in a daydream staring at the back of Sang. A small dreamful smile on his face. When he shook his head to clear his mind he looked over at me with a grin. I almost smiled back before I glared at the fucking pencils in his hair. 
  I'd have a talk about that later though. Because now I have to write this fucking paper the teacher decided to throw our way. The smile the teacher had at the complaints was worse though. You could see 'bitch' written all over her smirk. She enjoyed making the students unhappy.
  I was about half way finished with my peice when I glanced over to see Sang reading the boring ass book. Theres no way this girl is already fucking finished with her writing, when Kota was still working on his own. I even said as much to her. She then held up her page. Her FULL fucking page of writing. I looked at it all not believing what I seen. So snatched it away to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me. And that's when I read it.
I could feel every word, every letter. I could almost hear the love and loss and pain in this writing. I'm not going to lie. I fucking bawled like a little fucking bitch. I knew this girl hurt. But every sentence brought a pang to my chest.
And I knew right that fucking second that I would rather wear the dreadful Camo then have this girl hurt anymore.
This girl was in trouble. So I was damn well about to go right along with it to get her out of it.