"Delinquents!" cried Sarah again, as one of them ran over her daughter to death. Trampling on the beaten youngsters, she saw the boy's blonde friend turn to her with a lethal glare. His eyes, somehow blacked out, joy was instantly lost. Mark, who was about to pull the boy from the poor girl, was in an instant standing in front of his lover in a protective position.
If the Blacks are known for something, it's their impatience and short episodes of impulsive anger. "Back up." He was whispering.
Dylan didn't want to fight, he just wanted his best friend to have a moment, that was so special and so awaited.
"Sorry" Dylan turned to look at his best friend who stood up and helped the girl later.
"Griffin? You literally fell for her mate! " Dylan sniggered as he saw his best friend get lost in the plain brown eyes of the Indian. What's so interesting about them? They weren't as beautiful as Hope's. Now those were eyes, worth romanticizing over; they were the shade of a whiskey bottle as the sunlight passed through; when she was happy. The Indian had plain honey brown eyes. That's it. How can anyone be attracted to him, only Griffin!
"You okay, Manny?" Mark asked as the boys turned to look at the other three souls.
"Yeah." She muttered, slowly again, dull. Dylan noted.
"Mark" Griffin called out, now standing straighter. Dylan looked down to the marble flooring, where the Indian and Griffin laid seconds ago, to stifle his laughter. He grew up with Griffin, so irrespective of how menacing his professional tone might sound to the bystanders, but the tone always broke the friend in fits of laughter. And that's when the boy noticed it. The precious mirror on the floor, broken to pieces. Angrily, he pushed the short girl aside and walked past her to the broken mirror.
"Griffin, you ass! Look, what you did! " He cried out as he held out the broken mirror.
He turned around to eye his best friend, Who was again busy eyeing the dressed girl. Can she not stand straight for a second? Dylan, couldn't help but wonder.
He then noticed the elder couple and a young lad looking at the entire scenario, extremely shocked. Shaking his head, he walked up to where he stood earlier.
"Mark" He mimicked Griffin.
The boy straightened himself and asked the girl if she was okay. She nodded.
Turning his hazel orbs he eyed the elder man and recognized him, once again. "Griffin Hayes." Mark nodded, in acknowledgment. "Didn't you get any message?" Dylan asked as he eyed the girl, again. Clearly blaming her for not passing on the message. "Yes, I did," Mark answered.
"Ah" Griffin sighed. "Still decided to ignore? One shouldn't make enemies, one can't cope with."
Smirking, Mark guided his family towards the Principal's office. Sarah asked Mannat to follow her as well. Griffin, eyes marked every moment of the girl, how she held her head low and walked off, like a trained dog on her mother's one call. He didn't like it, one bit. But, he kept quiet. He couldn't do anything, not now at least.
The tiny girl pushed past him as he breathed in her alluring smell. He calmed himself as Mark came into his line of vision: not letting him see her walk off any further.
"You tiny little boys shouldn't forget who I am and what I can do!" Mark grumbled as he eyed the boys in anger. His lips, forming in a snide smirk, tongue grazing his teeth. He eyed the youngsters.
Griffin pulled his brows together; as he eyed the green-eyed monster towering him. Memories of a 5-year-old came running; as he gulped down slowly, the bile that was rising remembering the blood loss that night.
"Why you little-" Mark was easily pushed towards the wall, with Dylan yanking at his collar. His face depicted the anger the rushed through the veins of the two boys.
"My... This is the first Black to have so much power, to back his anger. " His smile was somewhat crooked and his eyes were dark. He sighed as he yanked Dylan's pale hands-off, the collar of his white shirt. "Now, if you don't mind. I have to get my kids admission done."
He left saying that before he could leave. He eyed the dark-haired boy, who stood his ground firmly. His Hazel eyes, learning the depth of Mark's blue ones.
"Stay away, from my Daughter." He muttered as he walked off. Griffin had a smirk running across his face as the words, came down fully to him. Always loved a challenge.
Mannat stood in the Principal cabin, The orange and wooden effect to the cabin, was extremely interesting. Her mother doing all the talking, the woman in the front chair seemed a little too eager to jump out of the window. As the woman built bridges appraisal of the siblings.
"Oh, dear! Have I told you, about how great of a swimmer he is?" She asked, trying to look modest. Mannat couldn't help but roll her eyes. Riaan sighed, in embarrasment.
"I am afraid, I do have a fair idea." The woman clapped back looking down at the swimming certificates. Her cherry lips pulling up in a sweetening smile, as she adjusted her cat-eyed specs on her long nose.
"What about you?" Mrs. Turner inquired. Looking at the young girl, as if sizing her.
"Ah, I am afraid. She is a little too dull in her co-scholastic." Mannat, felt a vein in her head pop, as her mother put her head down as if ashamed. Everything! the girl had ever done, was to make her feel proud and the nerve.
"Ah, that's nothing to worry about. And, I am of a firm belief that we all have hidden talents. One must know where to look." She smiled, encouraging the girl to pass her certificates.
Suddenly, Mannat didn't feel so upset. The calm aura, that had washed over the little girl seemed to have surrounded the cabin. Mark walked in swaggering in the cabin as if he owned the place. "Hello, Mrs. Turner."
Mannat knew it was not his aura, and then the voice called out. "Mommy Turner, you call me?"