Sabrina ; The next generation

Twenty-seven

Warning: harassment

"Sabrina!"

Oh no.

I started walking faster, not wanting to get caught in anymore drama with Hannah.

Though, she decided to apparate and was suddenly in front of me.

Shit.

"You didn't answer my text."

I sighed.

"I'm not telling James."

"Oh thank god—"

"You are."

She looked at me, pausing in her actions before she let out a laugh and shook her head.

"Yeah I'm not doing that."

"Great." I smiled. "Well, I'm actually on my way home but I guess I could stop by my aunt and uncle on the way and have a chat with James."

"Don't you dare do that!" She snapped at me. "It was one kiss... why should my relationship be thrown away because of that?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?" I laughed. "I can't believe I spent two years liking someone so selfish as you. You cheated on James the moment you made the decision to follow me into that stockroom and kiss me."

"You kissed me back."

"What the fuck did you expect me to do?!" I continued to laugh. "Jesus... you can't keep blaming me for that. You initiated you and you're the one who cheated on someone... not me. At least I can admit that it was wrong."

I pushed past her, bumping my shoulder into hers on purpose but immediately she grabbed onto my wrist and forced me to look at her.

"I know it was wrong." She said. "That's the fucking problem. I wanted to kiss you so badly even though I knew it was wrong..."

Her eyes fell to my lips and I knew I had to get out of there so that she wouldn't try to kiss me again.

"Yet you act like you're straight." I said. "And you know what? I figured out my sexuality years ago... maybe it's time that you figure yours out. Tell James what happened and keep me out of whatever sexuality crisis you're going through."

I ripped my arm from her grip and started walking, fishing into my pocket for my wand, before I apparated out of Diagon Alley and into the foyer of my house.

I pushed off my shoes before deciding to walk into the living room, though as I did, I saw Alec and all of his four friends.

Alec was smoking a cigarette and when Ethan noticed me, he smirked while leaning back on the sofa.

"I'll just—" I gulped. "...be upstairs."

They're not allowed to be here.

I hurried upstairs and into my room, closing the door behind me — then I pulled out my phone, going through my contacts to see who to call.

I didn't feel safe with them here but I didn't know if I should call mum or dad. Alec would just hate me even more... and if I called Eli, he'd tell them so that would be the same result.

Would Mia tell them?

I found a number and pressed my phone to my ear while I walked over to make sure my door was locked.

I hated not feeling safe. Especially in my own home.

"Bina? You alright? You never call... only text."