Flirting with the Devil

(4) Flirting with the Devil

Flirting with the Devil

Chapter 4

The next few days dragged by slowly and awkwardly. My parents decided to take off a few days from work while the house was being repaired and it irritated and scared the crap out of me whenever I saw Sebastian with them. Could they really be so blind not to notice how strange he is? I kept my distance from him and made sure never to be alone with him. My mom confronted me about how I was treating Sebastian but I convinced her that it was all in her head.

After the earth quake or whatever it actually was Sebastian just went on like nothing happened. It frustrated me that he could cause so much pain and suffering and not be affected by it in the least. I felt like confronting him but knew better, I didn’t want to be the cause of him going crazy and killing another few hundred people.

The following week my mom and dad left on business trips, claiming that they had a lot of work to catch up on. School also re opened after doing some repairs and it was the first day since the earth quake that I would be forced to be alone with Sebastian. I had to drive him to and from school since he was living with us and to make the situation even worse I was also appointed to show him around school by the principle.

I said good bye to my parents at the front door as they loaded their language into their cars and set off on their trips. I wanted to run and jump into one of their cars but I knew I couldn’t do that.

I stood there as long as I could before closing the front door behind me and heading upstairs. I was already dressed so I quickly applied some make up and pulled a brush through my long black hair. I wanted to put off going to school and facing Sebastian for as long as I could but time was running out and if we didn’t leave now we were going to be late.

Oh well, here goes nothing. I thought to myself as I grabbed my back pack and walked over to Sebastian’s room.

“Sebastian,” I called softly as I knocked on his door. There was no answer but just as I considered knocking again the door swung open revealing him with a slight smile on his face.

“We have to get going or we are going to be late,” I said turning my back on him as I started making my way down the hallway. I didn’t like turning my back on him but facing him seemed even worse.

Sebastian followed me out of the house and I got into my car without saying a word to him.

“You’re not talking to me,” Sebastian stated in his French accent as we started making our way to school.

“Nope,” I replied, keeping my eyes on the road ahead of me.

“And what if I apologized?” he questioned and I could feel him staring at me.

“Are you going to apologize to all the people you killed and left homeless too?” I asked sarcastically. I knew talking to him in such a tone wasn’t a very good idea but I just couldn’t help myself.

“No, I’m only apologizing to you,” he answered, sounding very calm. I considered pretending to accept his apology figuring it would be safer but just couldn’t get myself to do it.

“Why me, what makes me so special?”

“I don’t know but you are,” Sebastian replied and this time I couldn’t help but tear my eyes away from the road and sneak a peek at him. He looked completely sincere and had a sad look on his face. His expression confused me and for a second I felt something for him but then the thought of how much damage he had caused flashed through my mind and erased it completely.

“I’m not special Sebastian and what you did was horrible, I’ll never forgive you for that,” I stated tearing my eyes away from him and staring at the road in front of me.

“I wish you would reconsider,” he said in an icy voice that caused a chill to run down my spine.

“Or what? Are you going to cause a flood or make me jump off of a building?” I half screamed, feeling both scared and angry.

“I can’t tell you what you want to hear Deborah but I will promise that I will never hurt you,” he said in that same icy voice.

I didn’t know what to say to this or what to think about it so I just kept quiet. Does he really think I’m special in some way? And if he does what does that mean?