Sabrina ; The next generation

6

I had been in bed all day. Ever since I came home from tryouts.

I felt so humiliated that I froze and couldn't even prove that I was good at quidditch.

My dad was watching it and so was Naomi.

Naomi was here. Not in my bedroom, but in the house.

I guess she was talking to my mum. Probably about me as if I was a little child.

When Naomi entered the room, I turned onto my other side, facing away from her.

"I've got chocolate milk for you." She said, walking around the bed. She placed the glass of chocolate milk on my nightstand and then crouched down, looking at my face.

She tilted her head, moving her hand to my cheek. She brushed her fingers against my skin, and I stared at her.

"Don't you have work in the morning?" I asked. "Why are you here?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I love you."

I scoffed.

"You don't owe me anything, Naomi. We're not in a relationship anymore. Remember how we broke up before I went to rehab?"

"Oh, we're not together?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "You wouldn't call whatever we've got going on right now, a relationship?"

"No. I wouldn't."

Naomi nodded, then stood up.

"Then you won't mind if I go home." She said. "I'll leave you alone."

She took one step away and then I reached and grabbed her wrist.

"No, wait. I'm sorry." I apologised, and she looked down at me. "I'm sorry Omi."

Naomi sighed as she sat down on the bed while I sat up, running both hands through my hair.

"Why won't you talk to me?" She asked. "You're shutting me out."

I ran my hand up and down her thigh, focusing on my hand as I did so. Naomi grabbed my hand which caused me to look up at her.

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Ever since—" Naomi shut up, biting into her lip.

She looked like she realised something, and after thinking for a moment, she looked at me again.

"Is that what this is about? The money you took? You gave them back, Sabrina."

"No. My brother gave them back. I spent your money on drugs and Alec gave me every galleon so I could give them back to you, but I still stole from you and I—"

"Sabrina I don't give a fuck about the money! I give a fuck about you!"

"Well I care about the money! I care that I stole from you just so I could get my hands on any kind of drugs! I—"

Naomi cut me off by kissing me, running a hand to the nape of my neck. I placed my hand around her wrist, kissing her back.

She pulled back, looked at me and then kissed me again. She stood up on her knees, tilting my head back as she continued kissing me.

I slid my hands under her t-shirt, running them along her warm skin, and Naomi broke the kiss, laughing softly.

"It tickles." She whispered, grabbing my hands and removing them. She held them in hers, lifting them up to kiss them while looking at me. "Breena—"

"I'm sorry." I said. "I didn't mean it. Of course you're my girlfriend."

Naomi tested her head against mine, brushing her fingers through the side of my hair.