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Table of Contents
The University - Black and Dark-green (The Ghost Bird Series)
Surprise Visit
The Return
Iii Plus 2 Makes Calamity
Jimmy
Desire and Need
Diving In
Minor Spaces
Not So Hungry
Negative Numbers
Help Me Assistance You lot
In the Dark
Mrs. Midori
Dire Temptations
Heart of the Family
Dolled
Change
Pulse
Confiding
Nap
Help
Meeting the Neighbors
Coma
Ruffled
Clothes for Success
Missing
Cleaned Up
Dinner
Unkind
Down
Diverted
The Notebook
Ii Sides
Kintsugi
The Youngest Graduates
Behind the Door
Scorn and Fury
The Longest Short Walk
Bombs
~ A ~
Into The Night
I was leaning far back, trying non to fall. My mitt looked for something to hold on to. I institute his shoulder, then the dorsum of his neck.
He shoved aside a stethoscope and other items that had been in his lap. They clattered to the carpet. He scooped upwardly my legs, under my knees, and drew them out. He moved closer to me, lying next to me on the couch.
The leather of the couch fabricated noises as he cuddled next to me.
His lips pressed to mine again, eager.
I welcomed it. I kept my hand on the back of his neck, and instinctively tugged him closer.
Something had changed in kissing him. I didn't know what it was, but it was and then much easier to practise this at present.
Until I realized that they all knew about this. If they walked in, I'd stop, of class.
No longer was it because I feared discovery.
The Academy
The Ghost Bird Series
Black and Green
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Book Xi
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Written by C. L. Rock
Published past
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ISBN-13: 978-1546329657
ISBN-10: 154632965X
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author's imagination and used fictitiously.
From The Academy Series
The Ghost Bird Series
Introductions
Kickoff Days
Friends vs. Family
Forgiveness and Permission
Drop of Dubiety
Push and Shove
House of Korba
The Other Side of Envy
The Healing Power of Carbohydrate
First Kiss
Black and Greenish
Love'due south Cruel Redemption (Coming Before long)
The Scarab Beetle Series
Thief
Liar
Fake
Accessory
Hoax
Storm Coming Presently)
Other Books By C. Fifty. Rock
Smoking Gun
Spice God
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Surprise Visit
DR. GREEN
Sean Green threw open the commuter's-side door to Owen's BMW. He patted his jeans pockets and then reached into his green jacket, finding only his cell phone. "Owen! Goddamnit. I left my keys somewhere."
"No time," Owen said, jogging toward the car. He carried a single backpack across his shoulder. He opened the back door and dropped it on the seat, making a whirling motion with his hand to a higher place his head. "Make it. I'll bulldoze."
Sean'south head rocked back until he was glaring at the sky. "No," he said in a whine. "Y'all drive too slowly."
"Just arrive," he said in a curt bark.
Sean grumbled and jogged around the motorcar, landing in the passenger seat and slamming the door. They had parked near their tent at Academy military camp. At that place were piles of supplies in great rows on a nearby picnic table.
They didn't have fourth dimension to pack information technology up. Non now.
Owen wedged himself in behind the wheel, inserted a key and turned the engine over.
Sean sent a text to the others effectually the camp about their tent and supplies. They'd take down their tents and would keep their things safe until they could be delivered dorsum to their proper owners.
It'd cost them a favor, simply they needed to get going.
Not merely was Sang's health at risk, but possibly her liberty, perhaps even her life.
Within minutes they were on the route headed back to Summerville.
Sean kept his telephone in his lap, staring at the screen, prepared to call a thousand people and yet not wanting to clog phones in the crucial time they had.
The others were taking their time getting Sang packed up to become to her house.
Cameras were being monitored. Phones tapped.
Waiting for data was always the hardest. With information, they could do something. Take action. Make a determination.
Now all he had to focus on was the time ticking away as Owen barely broke the speed limit getting back to Summerville.
Sean groaned, throaty, louder than he meant to, with the frustration bubbling inside him. He gripped the phone harder in his hand, glaring out the windshield.
"I can't chance going whatever faster," Owen said. He shot him a look. It was i of the rare moments when Owen actually looked human to Sean. His hair was askew, blown past the breeze at the army camp and then the blitz to become into the machine and on the road. He'd replaced his nicer clothes with an older sweater and a pair of old jeans meant to be worn while breaking down camps. Sean hadn't seen him like this in months, maybe non fifty-fifty a twelvemonth at present. Owen never wore jeans.
"Considering getting pulled over and getting a speeding ticket volition take more fourth dimension than following the rules," Sean said, repeating the lecture Owen had often given him. "I know, I know..."
"She's not hurt," Owen said. "And she knows to leave if he tries anything dangerous. He wouldn't do to her what her stepmother tried...locking her up. We'll go her out even if he tried."
"The fact is, nosotros don't know what'southward going on," Sean said. He held on to his phone, turning the screen on every once in a while, anticipating and feeling phantom vibrations every few seconds. He'd accept a stupor, if any of them wanted to striking the emergency button, only to hear any news. "She doesn't have to go in, you lot know?"
"I know," Owen said darkly, his eyes narrowing on the road. The sunlight streaming through the windshield reflected off his glasses. He raked his fingers through his hair, and with a few swipes, information technology was perfect.
He'd e'er had a knack for hand-combing.
"We could get her out," Sean said. "In a heartbeat. We could stop all this."
"We don't know if she'd want us to," he said. His duke were turning white as he gripped the wheel. "But
, please, stop tempting me."
Sean smothered another grumble and turned his eyes to the copse they passed by along the way. He folded his arms beyond his chest, his windbreaker rustling. When information technology got too warm in the automobile, he stripped information technology off and left the T-shirt underneath on, tossing the jacket into the back in a heap.
Owen eyeballed the crumpled jacket in the rearview mirror but said nothing. He tightened his mouth, likewise polite to grind his teeth simply on the verge of it.
Skilful, Sean said to himself, although he didn't mean it. He knew he was irritated and broken-hearted, without anything to do other than look.
He was tempted to bank check the camera signals, only if Victor was already checking them, it would irksome things downwardly if he tried to do the aforementioned affair. The cameras were handy, simply the server could become overloaded if too many of them tried viewing at the same time.
Sean tucked a thumb close to his mouth and started biting a nail absently.
"You should exist thinking nearly what we'll need to do once nosotros tin can get her to the hospital," Owen said. "Maybe you should accept someone set some sort of exam?"
"Considering she fainted?" Sean asked and shook his head. "At that place'southward nothing to prepare for. I'll do another couple of blood tests, but I bet she didn't eat like she promised she would."
"She's clearly got low blood pressure. It's the stress."
"I agree," Sean said. He stared out the window, not really looking at annihilation, but picturing the time Sang had been carried into the nurse'southward office, looking pale and tired. She'd been getting meliorate, simply this week had been quite over the top. "Even if she'd been okay with her girl squad, she has a lot to exist stressed out over."
"At that place might be underlying causes for these fainting spells," Owen said. "She wasn't having seizures, was she? We're non looking at epilepsy, are nosotros?"
"They would accept noticed a seizure," Sean said, and he shut his optics, wanting to focus, merely too many questions popped into his encephalon. He opened them, looking over at Owen. "In that location'south no point in doctoring when the patient and the data aren't in forepart of you lot. We're doing guesswork."
Owen closed his mouth and pressed his lips together. Sean couldn't blame him. Answers were what they were continually looking for, particularly when it came to Sang. Would they ever have a day they wouldn't worry about her?
Suddenly, the phone rang in his hands and he pushed the button quickly, bringing it to his ear.
"What?" he asked quickly. "What is it?"
There was silence for a moment, and and then a heavily accented voice spoke over the phone, female and mature. "Is something wrong?"
"Mother?" Sean choked out with surprise, sitting upwardly directly as an pointer in the car. He'd been so anxious expecting a telephone call from the guys that this threw him off. "What...how...hello." He coughed and then connected, "Hey, I meant to telephone call you."
He pictured his female parent every bit he spoke, a Japanese woman, short, thin with few wrinkles and minimal greyness strands of hair at the temples, which she often dyed to keep her hair completely ebony in colour.
It was her eyes that made him shiver. The darkness that demanded perfection.
If there were ever a tiger mom, Sean's adoptive mother was the prototype.
There was a very long pause, and eventually his mother spoke. "I am calling to let you know I'll be in town soon."
Sean squeezed his eyes closed tightly and pinched the bridge of his nose. Not now. "What? Oh. That'southward...nice." Now? Right at present? She always had the perfect timing...
"If that'south non a problem," she said in haste. "Exercise you have some sort of trouble?"
"No, Mother," he said and looked longingly at Owen, silently pleading for some aid. Tell him that this emergency is manner more important than his mother visiting. Give him an excuse to put off this visit. "What brings you down?"
"Work," she said. "Temporary, merely information technology might be a month or more. I can secure an apartment closer to downtown—"
"No, I wouldn't hear of it," Sean said, although he didn't mean information technology. She knew full well he had a spare bedroom. She'd agonize over the cost of another apartment and would never allow him hear the finish of it if he didn't invite her to stay. "Of grade you should stay with me. The invitee room is yours."
Owen remained placidity, merely his hands twisted at the wheel. He was displeased with this news.
Silence again on the phone. "Oh, I shouldn't practise that," she said. "I wouldn't want to impose."
Within Japanese culture, it was actually hard for her to do annihilation but politely refuse at first and brand him insist she stay. It was the aforementioned trip the light fantastic toe she had gone through with him since he'd moved out and she had come to stay.
If the timing had been a bit amend, he might accept even enjoyed her visit—as much every bit he could enjoy her constant criticisms. She wouldn't understand the fuss he was making about a girl.
"Of course, Mom," Sean said, feeling the regret baste through his body at agreeing to this. "Stay with me. When are you getting here?"
"There's a inexpensive flight tonight," she said. "I can phone call a cab. Or Uber."
Tonight? Why so concluding-infinitesimal? Sean spoke through his teeth. "No, it's fine. I can come up pick you up. Text me the details?"
"Is something incorrect?" she asked. "Why do you sound similar your mouth is broken?"
Sean coughed and then spoke properly. "Sorry, Mom. Might exist the telephone reception."
"I'll see y'all tonight."
The phone silenced, and Sean dropped it into his lap. He pressed his back confronting the seat in a stretch and leaned his head back. "Tell me I can just slumber at the hospital and claim I need to work overtime."
"Isn't that what you do most of the time anyhow?" Owen asked. "But I agree. This isn't the best timing."
"She may non understand about Sang," Sean said, rolling his caput to await out the side window. Trees zoomed past, making him dizzy. "No, she wouldn't empathise. Not at all."
"Because she'due south sixteen," Owen said.
"Because...yeah," Sean said and sighed, closing his eyes. He knew this was going to be a problem. For another two years, maybe, he and Owen would have to conceal their interest, hibernate their feelings nearly Sang to everyone else. She was shut to them in age, so close that in two years, it wouldn't matter.
But for the next two years, other people actually wouldn't sympathise it.
Not to mention that they were a part of a group of nine other guys also trying to win her affection and beloved.
Sometimes Sean wondered if it mattered. No ane could know what they were doing. Another Academy group had a similar relationship: Lily, Liam, and a few other men had stayed together.
They stayed together past having a business firm in the eye of nowhere. They managed things by not telling anyone about themselves.
Was that their destiny? To hibernate?
"There has to exist a manner, Owen," Sean said.
The corner of Owen's mouth dipped, and his gray eyes narrowed at the windshield. "We'll notice out. But first, we have to become at that place and stop any is happening."
The Render
SANG
Kota chosen my proper name with such a drastic tone in his phonation, and then eerie that I'd never forget information technology.
A heavy twist of emotion had captured my centre that calendar week. At campsite, I'd been with a group of girls who had stressed me out. Being with them meant I was beingness torn away from a group of guys I wanted to stay with.
The guys, on occasion, also seemed to encourage me to go with them, as if pushing me into it.
However, by displaying what an emotional wreck I actually was, somehow that had convinced a quango to stay with my group.
The boys then fought over me. Enough that I couldn't aid only think they'd split over me.
I didn't think I had any feeling stronger than the anxiousness I felt over the nine guys who argued nearly whether they could share a unique human relationship with me.
Not until Kota chosen fo
r me, in a panic, and I was rushed out of Victor's home and into Northward's Jeep.
Kota collection. His hands were tight against the wheel, his lips pulled back until his teeth were bared, clenched. He wore the same muddied jeans and a sweater he put on at the last minute before running out the door and getting into the motorcar.
Nathan sat side by side to him in the passenger seat. His reddish hair was askew as his window was croaky only enough to allow some of the cool air in to combat the sun beating into the windshield.
His manus was blimp up confronting his face equally he leaned his elbow against the door, glaring at the copse and traffic going by.
I was crammed into the rear seat between Victor and Gabriel. Shoulder to shoulder, they too stared out the windows on either side of them.
I could just expect forward, at the miles endmost in on returning to Summerville, to Sunnyvale Court, where my house was.
Where my male parent was.
The others were forced to stay at Victor'southward house to collect laptops and supplies.
Simply in instance.
The fact that we had to prepare for anything fabricated it difficult. I sensed information technology, fifty-fifty from the inside of the Jeep.
The silence.
The tight mouths.
The clenched easily.
They'd been in an statement and at present had to piece of work together.
My father was back, and from the way Mr. Blackbourne had described it, he was calling the schoolhouse, asking for Mr. Hendricks or someone who could bring me dorsum from school camp. That'due south where I'd told my sister I'd exist.
Kota had been the concluding of them to speak to me as nosotros were leaving the house. "If he came home to check in and found you gone, he might exist worried something had happened to you. Retrieve, he's just as desperate to keep your background a secret. Now that your stepmother hasn't been effectually to keep y'all at home, he'due south probably worried nigh exposure. Specially at present that you know, and you could tell anyone."
It was dangerous that he was calling around for me. While they were capable of monitoring the calls and redirecting whatever phone call to designated Academy people who would say whatever nosotros wanted, someone like Volto, or if one of Mr. Hendricks'southward people were watching the business firm...
Disaster was waiting for me if my begetter made whatever mistakes correct now.
The twisted knots in my heart tightened with every mile every bit nosotros got closer. Despite the panic, I was still in turmoil over the argument I'd overheard. Gabriel had held my hand, and the more they argued, the closer he got, until nigh the cease, to where we were clinging to each other. We'd stared silently into each other's eyes, knowing what the other was thinking.
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