Beautiful Disasters [complete]

They Asked Me Why I Didn't Care

They Asked Me Why I Didn't Care
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Wiping sweat off of my forehead, I heaved a sigh. Carrying a nine hundred pound male is extremely exhausting. Especially when he is not conscious.

I was becoming impatient as the clock neared to six. Sighing, I shook his shoulder gently but he suddenly shot up and punched me in the stomach. I sucked in a sharp breath as I buckled over, holding my stomach. Sebastian swore and started to help me up.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to, it is a reflex." He explained and I raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the pain in my stomach.

"You have reflexes even when you sleep?" I asked and he shrugged his shoulder carelessly.

"Don't judge." He grumbled and my eyebrows rose.

"I wasn't."

"Shut up. Your voice is shattering my eardrums." He growled as he started to get up before falling before on my bed.

"You should go home." I said, falling on my bed, three inches away from him.

"What if I don't want to?" He asked, smirking at me. The deep voice me stare into his dark blue eyes. Everything about him was perfect, no flaw was to be pointed out. He was flawless. Complexion like a doll. Eyes like the ocean. Jaw line like two sharp knives.

Nothing was out of place on his face.

"You done staring?" He asked and my face remained unfazed. I didn't dare let a blush crawl out because that would give him what he wants; satisfaction.

"Isn't it a free country?" I snapped back and his eyebrows rose in surprise.

He grimaced before getting up. Sebastian turned around, his dark eyebrow raised at me.

"I care about my grades. Wanna know some stuff about each other?" I mumbled and I watched as his eyebrow connected together. His mind was turning gears as he weighed the pros and cons. After what seemed like forever, he looked up and nodded. I nodded back as I grabbed an pencil and a notebook.

"Follow me," I said as I walked downstairs, listening to his footsteps after mine. We walked into the kitchen, the smell of yesterday's dinner lingering. I groaned as I opened the window, letting some air in. The smell cleared out as Sebastian mumbled a 'thank goodness' under his breath.

I ignored his comment as I started to heat up the cook top. If we going to be learning about each other, we will, no doubt be hungry.

"What do you want?" I muttered, looking out the window.

"Doesn't matter," he replied as he walked towards me. His face was behind me and I could feel his breathing on my neck. My hands started to get clammy as I gripped the counter.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He whispered in my ear and I snapped out of it. Whatever happened to me keeping my emotions in check?

I moved away from him, not looking at his face because I know what that would do. I know what would happen. Clearing my throat, I decided to make pasta. I didn't feel like asking him what he wanted and besides, who doesn't like pasta?

We just bask in silence, the only sound is the flame coming from the cook-top along with boiling water. Me and Sebastian didn't make any move to start a conversation and I was glad that he is a quiet guy.

The home phone started to ring and I checked the caller. My breath hitched in my throat as I read the name. I couldn't believe that Chase was calling me, I mean, what could he want? Holding my breath, I waited for the ringing to stop, almost forgetting that Sebastian was here.

"You going to pick that up?" He asked from behind me.

"No." I said emotionlessly even though inside, I was boiling. How dare he call me after all these shit he put me through? Why now, why not then? But then at the same time, I didn't know why he was calling.

The phone stopped ringing after three more rings and it went to voicemail. Hesitantly, I pressed the button and the voicemail started to play.

"Damn it," Chase slurred through the phone, "pick up Chanel."

I almost stopped breathing but he kept talking.

"Can't you see that I am sorry?!" He shouted through the phone, my eyes growing wide.

"Can't you fucking get that? Haven't I gave enough signals?"

My hands started to shake, my heart started to quicken, my mind started to slowly shut down. What the hell was he getting on about?

A hiccup went through.

"I-I just wanted to say that-" he started before the voicemail ended and in frustration, I punched the wall beside me. Chase fucked up everything in my life and the minute I am convinced that I don't need him anymore, he makes me want him.

I hate all these signals he is giving.

I hate how he hides everything.

I hate how he smirked at me when I was gasping at my locker, eyes full of tears.

I hate how I am not fucking over him.

But the most thing I hate?

I hate him.

I fucking hate Chase.

"Want me to come back another time?" He asked, voice with no emotion. At least he got his life in check.

"Please." I said curtly as I walked him to the door. He went out the door and into his sport car. I didn't wave as I closed the door gently.

The earlier action between me and Sebastian made me blush.

And this time, I didn't hide it.

Why?

Because I am truly myself when no one is around.

And no one seen this side expect for Chase.