Last Goodnight

~°Chapter 2°~

I wake up late in the afternoon, feeling exhausted with a major headache threatening to combust my brain if I don't tend to it immediately. I groan as I flip to my side shying away from the bright sunbeams that enter from the cracks of my curtains. My feet feel swollen after walking around in heels for over 3 hours last night. I glance around my room before lazily climbing out of my sheets and walking to my tiled bathroom floor.

After my soothing long shower, I dress in sweats, eager to rush down the block where the nearest pharmacy is located. The pain in my head hurts worse then an average migraine. Closing my door I scan my purse to make sure I have extra cash in hand. I place my dark shades on my face and have some satisfaction of relieving the dull ache in my eyes from the burning light.
Gazing up I pause in the middle of the street, my jaw slacks open in shock as I take in a shiny black convertible parked on the opposite side of the street. I spot Sebastian casually leaning by a huge oak tree, arms crossed tightly against his chest as he eyes me sternly, almost bitterly as I walk in his general direction. Yea, well I don't like you either buddy! I'm desperately tempted to voice out.

He's wearing a black button up and faded blue jeans today. His hair looks fresh almost tempting me to run my fingers through his small locks that he's gelled back. I raise my head high choosing to ignore his arrogant personality and walk by without batting an eye at him. I hear him sigh heavily and trail behind me, breathing exasperatingly as if he were aggravated by my actions. Well that made two of us. I'm not so thrilled in being followed around my neighborhood either. I thought I made things clear the previous night after I told him to leave me alone and tell his boss I refused to go anywhere with him. Maybe I needed to be a little more firm and add backbone to my words so the message would be sent loud and clear. 

"Pretending I'm not here is not going to change anything. Why are you being so intolerable?" He proclaims in a dark deep voice. I can't help but grit my teeth in irritation as a response to his hostile exclamations.

"Following me around like a stalker isn't going to convince me to see your boss either, so I guess we stand at a mutual disagreement." I fire back.

I smile in triumph when he goes quiet. At least my major headache is slowly dissipating with the silence which of course is welcoming. I bring my arms around myself as I tighten my winter coat closer to my body. 

"Look, I'm just the messenger, it's not like I want to follow you all day. I have more important things to do with my life but I don't have a choice in this matter since it's my job. Besides I'm getting paid for this shit anyway." He snaps after a few minutes.

"Well delivery boy, why don't you run back home and let your boss know I'm not interested now and I won't be interested ever. I don't understand why he keeps sending you to stalk me during daylight hours. How long have you been standing out here in the cold anyway?"

"What's it to you?" He challenges.

"Just debating if I should file a restraining order." I state flatly. 

He snorts a response as he keeps up with my pace. I cross the street to the next block and open the door to the pharmacy located right on the corner of the block. The building is a small complex store, convenient for nearby residents to obtain their prescriptions. It's a little run down and smells of rubbing alcohol.
Sebastian holds the door open from the top of my head, long enough for us both to walk inside. The young lady by the cash register glances up with a warm smile until her eyes land on the man behind me who I can feel is breathing down my neck. Her smile falters briefly becoming more of a smirk. She bats her long fake lashes up at him. I snort incredulously before I snatch a box of acetaminophen from the aisle. I take a carton of orange juice as I skim for anything that I'm hungry or craving for. It's a bad habit I have when I come in here to grab medication off the counter. I make my way to the front of the cash register dropping my belongings carelessly with a clatter. Discretely I narrow my eyes up at Sebastian searching for any indication that he's checking out the girl behind the computer screen who has now managed to unbutton her shirt, exposing her cleavage. She puts on quite the show as she leans down to sign paper work conveniently squishing her breasts together. I raise a brow in disbelief at the woman before me who is flaunting certain assets of her body, as if that wasn't a dead give away of her desperation to seduce Sebastian. I can't help but roll my eyes at her display of attempting to stake a claim on him.