roses of glass { sabo | 1 }

Chapter Fourteen

Arabella pov

I couldn't sleep that night. All I could really do was toss and turn within my bedsheets. What made the situation worse, was the fact that I could still lightly smell Sabo's musk on my bedsheets and pillows. My thoughts equally taunted me, telling me how foolish I had acted then.

As I said before, my body had a mind of its own at that moment. My mind had momentarily shut off, and I let my actions take the helm. The fact that it leads to me kissing Sabo almost scares me at how impulsive I was when I have no control. Sure, that may sound strange to say. But I have never allowed myself to simply...act on instinct like that. Never have I ever done something like that in all of the years that I have been alive.

The situation has me sitting unclear as to what Sabo and I are to each other right now. Although we both established our feelings towards one another, I am still unclear as to what label we are now. Are we friends? Are we lovers? Nothing?

'I do not like this uncertainty.'

•••

Spending the remainder of my weekend by myself, it was suddenly Monday again. Meaning I had Chemistry class first, then History afterwards.

'Sabo is in the majority of your classes. You cannot avoid him, unless you blatantly ignore him. Which is, obviously, incredibly rude. That is the last thing that I want to do. Maybe I should see what Sabo does when we see each other today?'

With that in mind, I went to class earlier than normal so that I would not have to be the one to initiate the first contact. Can you blame me? It is not like I really know how to act in this situation. Homeschooling is completely different to this place. How else would people expect me to act?

While I sat by myself in my Chemistry classroom, I quietly sip on my hazelnut coffee in my white travel cup. My eyes flick through my notes for History class. Although the concepts were coherent, I can not stop thinking about Sabo. About how he held me. About how full my cup had became after being touched so passionately. In those moments back then, I truly did feel like those feminine protagonists from the stories I read.

"Oh, hey Arabella."

I turn and see Koala walking towards my seat, "Good Morning Koala. Did you have a nice weekend?"

"I did actually! It felt great to party with everyone again." Her smile changes into a look of knowledge, "I also heard about you and Sabo in the closet." She giggles.

Instantly a bright blush flashed over my cheeks.

'Of course Koala would know. She is one of Sabo's close friends.'

"Yeah..." I stutter, "That happened."

She frowns slightly as she sits down, "You don't sound all too pleased about it. Didn't you like it?"

'Maybe she doesn't know about what happened in my room then?'

"No!" I quickly object, shocking even myself, "I...I just..." I sigh and lean my head into my hands, "I simply feel flustered."

"What do you mean by flustered...Wait." Koala leans down to my level, "Don't tell me you like Sabo...?"

Averting my eyes, I move my hand to twiddle with my family amulet. I really want to properly say that I do like Sabo. But for me it's just too early to tell. It is either all or nothing. I would rather be fully in love with someone forever, than experience something that's fleeting and potential unrequited feelings.

"I think I want to get to know Sabo a bit better before I can say that." I say honestly.

Koala quirks her eyebrows up, "So...you kinda like him?"