Hate Is A Strong Word

15.

I feel sick, I'm tired, my hair and skin aren't cooperating with me today, I'm supposed to be wearing a tight white costume and I have to go to some stupid party, where everyone will be smoking and drinking. And as if that wasn't enough, I've got my period. I'm gonna kill Sebastian someday, because his ideas, and especially his and his teammates' ideas, are always great.

I'm sitting at my makeup table trying to do something with my face. I've given up on hair for a while now, and I've taken up makeup, which is going to be even more of a challenge than my hair. I've been trying for twenty minutes to make my eyeshadow at least a little bit pretty, which I can't do, and I'm moments away from texting Sebastian, that I'm not going anywhere, because I'm sick.

Except he seemed so freaking excited and thrilled to be going somewhere with me, the day before yesterday, and even more so when it's his teammates and friends. But I'm really not feeling well and it's not really looking like, that Francis and Sebastian are going to pick me up in less than an hour.

A tear rolls down my cheek and I immediately wipe it away with the back of my hand. I don't give a shit. Everyone in my family is having a good time. Dad and mom are having some sort of a weekend in some wellness resort with their friends and they're coming back, I don't know when. My beloved Juraj is staying with some friend and that friend's mom is bringing him back tomorrow night and Simon is totally drunk at some party with some guys in Tampa.

He, Martin, Andrei and about two others called me two hours ago totally wasted and I don't even know, what they were doing there, but they were having a lot, like very much fun. I'm going to be among the people, that are having fun, and the only one, who would rather be at home and will be me. I'm hoping that if Sebastian sees in my eyes, that I'd rather not be here, we'll go home, but I doubt it.

I toss the palette onto the table, and surprisingly it doesn't break, and a paintbrush flies right behind it, scattering the remnants of shadow around it when it lands. I grab my phone, open Instagram and direct. I'm already clicking on his profile icon, but someone rings the bell downstairs. Who wants what now?! The phone flies across the room and lands on the bed and I go downstairs.

Sebastian isn't supposed to be here for another hour, my parents are halfway across the country, Juraj is on the other side of the village and my other brother is on the other side of the globe, for a change. I doubt my grandmother would need anything and I can't think of anyone else. I don't have any friends and no one is looking for me anyway. It's going to be someone, who needs something from my parents or our neighbors.

I'll unlock, grab the handle and open it. Sebastian's standing at the door. He's wearing a cap with the Czech hockey logo on his head and the same on his jacket. His cheeks are pink from the cold outside in this late October evening. It's going to be really cold this winter. He's got the exact same Leafs logo tote bag on his shoulder.

"What are you doing here?"

"We're not going, I don't want to go anywhere. And I don't think you're feel like going anywhere either." He says and meets my gaze before smiling. I motion with my head for him to go inside and he walks in. He closes and locks the door and starts taking off his jacket and other pieces of clothing.

"How about all of a sudden?"

"Don't get me wrong, I like my friends, but sometimes they're acting like a bunch of dicks." I agree with him on that one. Some of these guys are normal, some are less, and the others are completely useless. "I texted Frank, that I'm sick and I came here." I smile and put the water on for tea, because he's definitely cold and I make myself a tea, that's supposed to numb the pain.

I reach into a cabinet and grab a painkiller. Sebastian looks at me suspiciously, worried that something is wrong. He looks worried. He's really worried about me. "What is it, Tyna?"