Red zone

Afterward (Sebastian pov)

That was one hell of a night. I honestly do not know anymore. I love Samantha with all my life, but now I am getting mixed signals. Something in my body is saying that something is not right. Something is telling me that I need something else. 

Same kissed me outside, with all the passion she had before. The slobbery mess we were outside. Her mouth still tastes the same, but with a bitter aftertaste. The aftertaste was so very different than when he and I kissed. It still feels insane to me. How did I, Sebastian, kiss the boy every girl was trying to hook up with. The guy that rejected everyone, yet he was so willing to kiss me. With passion too. The passion of someone broken, and needing something to latch onto. The final grip they have on earth. 

That was very different than Samantha's kiss. She was strong, but not passionate. It felt like her mind was not with me. That we were not connected like there was a wall between us. Today was the day I finally realized what that wall is, we were never meant to be with each other, but how do I express this to Samantha without her flipping out and unfriending me. After all, we both started out as friends, she was my and still is my strongest support system besides Brandon. 

As Samantha sat there, crying on the sidewalk I tried to tell her. I just hope that after all these years of friendship we will still remain that. 

"Hey, Sam... I think I felt something when I kissed Daimon," I said quietly, without thinking. Any mention of our kiss reminded me of his soft, delectable lips. All his toned body and soft hair. 

"That was what I thought, and that is why I am out here," Sam spoke through her whimpering. "I want to support you in any way possible." 

"I think that was why I loved you in the first place," I said thankfully. I think she might actually understand. That is my girlfriend right there, and being her GBF(gay best friend) is going to be a blast, but I am thinking ahead of myself. I need to solve this situation first. 

"I just never thought it would end like this. I always thought you had something for guys, and honestly, Brandon is a pretty good kisser," she teased. 

"I mean, I have practiced with my best bro a couple of times if you know what I mean," I wink and tease her back. I am so glad that she is taking this so well. I was so scared of what she was going to say, how she was going to react, and our future as friends. 

"There are so many words I want to say to you right now, but I think all I can say is thank you," I said... 

"Anytime you need, and if Daimon ever looks at you the wrong with these nails will be the death of him," Samantha said still sitting on the ground with her nails pointed at me. 

After she said that, I just kind of zoned out. Imagining Daimon approaching me in a dark room. I was strapped to something, and I couldn't move at all. 

"I would not move if I was you," Daimon seductively spoke with him in a harness. The leather straps across his chest and bucking at his shoulders. I noticed a collar on my own neck, and right when he was about to touch me, I finally heard Sam shaking my violently trying to wake me up. As her words start registering, I could hear her shouting 

"Wake your gay ass up! There are so many more dicks in the world for you to not wake up right now!" 

"What happened?" I asked, still trying to gain back my brain. 

"After our little talk, you just passed out on the porch, and you felt extremely cold. Your back now and that is all that matters." 

"How long was I out?" I inquired, still getting my bearings. 

"20 minutes..." A voice suddenly appeared behind me...

I hope you guys enjoyed that chapter. I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT. I have been forgetting how to write, and schoolwork is still something I need to keep up with. SO I AM VERY VERY SORRY ABOUT THE LENGTH OF THE CHAPTER. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING. I WILL GET THE NEXT PART OUT BY  THE 12TH. I promise it will be longer than this :)