the Fallen Star (ABANDONED)

CHAPTER 2 -- FALLING

AUDREY’S P.O.V.

Previously:

Sebastian pulled away. “Goddamn it, Will! Why now, huh? Why now? I was kissing her, for Christ’s sake! Don’t you have eyes? Well then, use ‘em!”

I looked at the girl he was towing with him and saw to my surprise and complete and utter shock that it wasn’t my sister.

“Hey Audrey,” Jessica said in a small voice

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A red haze clouded my vision and I had to get together all my willpower to not strangle William to death.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

It didn’t work. I was still furious at Will and now I suddenly realized that Sebastian was raging at his friend just because that friend accidentally interrupted us. Now I knew I would have been annoyed by their presence and I was, beyond the limits you can imagine, but I would have ignored them.

And then Sebastian forgot to excuse himself after raging like that. But since he was still going on, I guessed that it would wait a few minutes. 

I ignored him and sent the most hateful glare I could manage at Will, who was overpowered by the fact that his best friend, brother almost, and his girlfriend’s sister had turned against him. The thing was that we had different reasons for being so angry at him.

Sebastian was obviously furious about our kiss, though I didn’t really get why. If this was the start of  our relationship, we would kiss a number of times, so why was he so upset about Will breaking our first kiss? 

Then I remembered, what one of sebastian’s ex-girlfriends had told my friends and me. Sebastian saw girls as ephemeris and knew he could get one just by waving his hand. When the girls start gossiping about him or his girlfriend wears something he doesn’t like he dumps her and goes for the next. So he knew that this would be our only kiss and that’s why he’s so furious.

But if he could get girls by waving his hand, why was he so upset about not kissing me? maybe, just maybe, this would prove to be a long-lasting relationship. I didn’t count or hope for it though cause I know that dreams are always good and sweet, but reality just smacks you in the face with a bat. And I didn’t feel like getting hit with a bat. 

Though me and my sister have been hit a number of times already when we came home late from a concert or something like that and my dad we were burglars and he hit us on the head and everywhere he thought it would hurt. Eventually, Darcy and I developed a good sense of where the bat was about to come, the old man has a routine. Head, butt, between the legs, chest and then over again. 

I took a deep breath and tried to look polite, though I felt my eyes burning.

“Jessica,” I asked, my teeth coming together. “Will you please wait for Will over there? I have to talk to him.”

She nodded nervously and disappeared. I though I saw a relieved look on her face when she turned around and headed back to the party. I motioned the boys to follow me and when they didn’t I grabbed them by their ties and nearly choked them.

“Sit,” I commanded.

They sat, looking like puppies who know they have done something wrong, on the bench I had led them to. I paced in front of them and they followed me with their eyes, scared of what I would do. They both knew my fist very well and had studied it up close when I smacked them in the face during gym. My knee was also very familiar with them.

In gym it was a lot of guys against girls in team games, but they met my fist when we were forced to stand against each other, well the boys were boxing, the girls just watched because none of them wanted to take on the much stronger boys. Me and my sister were  the only ones in my class who had the guts to try it. Long story short, we won. From all the boys in there. Girls – Boys 1-0