Lost Devotion // Sebastian Sallow

Still A Thing

Arithmancy was going to be the death of me on this awful Thursday morning. I couldn't help but curse myself for ever choosing it as an elective. Magical properties of numbers my ass.

Rubbish.

I sank back into my chair, desperately trying to ward off the overwhelming wave of drowsiness that threatened to consume me. Today was the ultimate test of my endurance, as I found myself trapped in this mind-numbingly dull room. The sheer abundance of numerical charts that we were forced to dissect was enough to push me to the brink of insanity.

The only interesting this about this class was that I had it with Sebastian. I wouldn't say that was a good thing either because we still weren't talking but it was at least a distraction.

As I glanced over at the table where he sat, my heart skipped a beat. His furrowed brows and intense focus on the day's assignment were captivating. With a serious expression and his perfect nose scrunched up, he flipped through the pages of our textbook with ease.

It was impossible not to be drawn in by his handsome features and the way he became fully immersed in his work. I found myself unable to look away, admiring every expression that crossed his face.

Why is he so hot.

As the heat began to rise within me, I swiftly suppressed it, refusing to let it consume me. I shook my head vigorously, as if trying to shake off the intense emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. Clearing my throat, I desperately tried to regain my composure, all while diverting my gaze away from him.

It was absurd, really. We weren't even talking still, yet here I was, allowing myself to be swept away by a mere glance. I let out a groan before turning my attention back to the chart.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, the sweet sound of dismissal echoed through the classroom. With a surge of relief, I hastily gathered my belongings, carelessly cramming them into my bag. There was absolutely no chance I would be digging them out anytime soon.

I couldn't help but observe Sebastian as he carefully closed his book and prepared to leave the classroom. In an effort to avoid any potential awkwardness, I decided to let him take the lead and waited patiently for him to exit before following suit. I counted to sixty in my head, taking a deep breath before finally going out into the hallway.

As I stepped into the hallway, a symphony of giggles reached my ears, instantly piquing my curiosity. To my utter shock, it was none other than Adelaide Oakes, engaged in a lively conversation with Sebastian with her hand on his arm. I watched as he gently reached down and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. My jaw involuntarily clenched as I strode past them, unable to ignore the subtle flicker of her gaze in my direction.

So they were still a thing? Wonderful.

I knew better than to trust in anything he said before. It's obvious that his display of sincerity was nothing more than an act. It's just like before, when he deceived me and took advantage of me for his own benefit.

I quickly picked up my pace and made a beeline for the library. I had some catching up to do on my paper for Sharp's class, and being surrounded by all those books always had a calming effect on me.

Climbing up the spiraling stairs I took a seat at one of the farther tables, away from anyone else. Pulling out my parchment with notes, I started to write. For hours it seemed, I scribbled away on the paper until finally the silence was broken by someone sitting across from me.

Glancing up I noticed it was Ominis. So he had finally decided to grace me with his presence after brooding for most of the week?

"Hello Ominis," I said calmly.