Eunomia

Chapter 47 "People talk but I just don't care"

~Bryony~

The next day I went to have lunch with Olive, at her house. We had finished long time ago and now we were in her room, she was talking about Quentin and cheerleaders stuffs while she drew some dresses on her block. I was trying hard to pretend I was listening to her but the truth is I had other things on my mind. Friends are supposed to be there to hear your romance drama and your stories about your sexual experiences... My friends were at Miami though I didn't want to talk with them about Sebastian... I didn't want them to think something that wasn't that way. But Olive... Olive didn't know me so I didn't care if she made fake insinuations.

"I think I have to tell you something." I tried to caught her attention. Maybe deep down I decided to talk with her because I didn't want to hear her talk about Quickly, as Sebastian called him.

"Have you had a random one-night stand?" She joked smiling dumbly as if that was impossible. Nobody can't imagine how much I enjoyed to erase that smile from her face with my reply.

"Something like that, yes."

Olive dropped the pencil and turned to me immediately. If I had to stop and analyze her facial expression I would say she was annoyed for finding out about this late, excited to hear the story and dying to gossip. Yes, that would be a very accurate description of Olive.

"Oh my God, who has you fucked?!"She screamed as she came to sit next to me on her bed, jumping along the way with enthusiasm leaps. "Do I know him? Is he hot? Does he has a big-" Olive began to choke me with questions that I held back for my own good.

"Woah, woah, woah." I prevented her from finishing the last question. "Who said I had sex?" I was careful to watch my language, I couldn't use obscene terms in front of Olive, not when she wasn't used to hear them coming out from my mouth.

"Then what did you had?" She got confused. Olive had always put funny faces as reactions.

Ask your boyfriend other kind of sexual stuffs you can do to someone... He sure knows. Dammit how much I was holding back...

"We kissed..." I started. "And kissed..." I continued and I though about adding more 'and kissed'. "And at some point his hand was inside my pants and... yeah, that."

"Oh." Olive was still a little confused. "Oh." She repeat changing her voice tone to a naughty one. Now she understood it. "Who made you see the stars...?" She kept that voice tone now accompanying it with slight nudges for me to speak.

I couldn't help but smile with the irony of the stars... That was very literal.

"Sebastian." I finally let out and Olive stopped laughing and nudging me when she heard his name.

"You know I don't like him..." She remembered me. "But if he gave you a good orgasm..." She hesitate.

"Sebastian is not that bad..." I defended him and I convinced myself it was what I would have done a year ago.

The truth is that I had my doubts about if avoiding Sebastian the way I did yesterday would make him fall for me so when he asked me out I had to said yes. I have been thinking that maybe I should have behaved in a different way after the kiss but there were two things I couldn't let happen, that he thought I was fall over knees for him without him being it for me and allow him to read my mind. Yesterday, when he appeared in The Camille's and I asked him if he had followed me I had a flashback... about Jason. That scared me, because I felt how I allowed him for a second to know what was in my mind and Sebastian couldn't find out about Jason above any circumstance.

Sebastian couldn't find out that Jason was a vampire I started dating when I was fourteen. Yesterday he almost saw that lame excuse of 'I followed you' that Jason used to tell me when I escaped from home and he came to me, I never had to tell him anything... he just appeared, he never cared if I was reading a book or dancing, he stayed the whole night if he had to. That's a mistake that could have cost me my cover, because the night I died he had used that excuse and that was a flashback Sebastian couldn't see.