Different Times: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

15 - Confessions

Delilah POV

The three of us walked through the halls in an awkward silence. I kept glancing over at Sebastian, hoping he would look at me and smile.

He didn't.

Instead I was stuck in the middle of this strange silence, neither boy bothering to look anywhere but straight ahead.

Suddenly I felt an arm snake around my waist.

"Excuse us," Sebastian muttered quickly.

Before I could react, I was pressed against the wall beneath the stairs, his hands firm on my waist. My heart started pounding faster than it ever had before.

"What are you do—"

The words died in my throat.

Sebastian wasn't looking angry anymore.

He was staring at me like he was trying to make a decision he had been fighting all day.

His grip on my waist tightened slightly, like he was afraid I might pull away.

"Sebastian?" I asked quietly.

His eyes flicked down to my lips for just a second.

Then back to my eyes.

And that was the moment he lost the battle with himself.

His lips pressed against mine, pulling me closer as if he had wanted to do it for far longer than he was willing to admit.

For a moment I froze.

Then I kissed him back.

For half a second the world disappeared—no hallway, no classes, just him.

Then the anger hit me.

I shoved him away and started poking his chest.

"No. No, no, no." My voice echoed slightly down the hallway. "You do not get to just kiss me because you're pissed about something I'm doing."

He blinked at me in surprise.

"You can talk to me, or you can hold it in, but if I'm going to be kissed it's going to be because you have feelings for me, not because you're mad about some situation that involves me!"

"I—You know I—" He stopped himself and sighed. "Okay."

I grabbed his hand and started dragging him toward class, trying not to blush.

I had just had my first kiss.

And now I was holding his hand like nothing had happened.

I wasn't going to be late, and I wasn't letting him be late either—even if part of me would rather stay and sort this out.

Because he kissed me.

And I wanted it again.

But I wanted it because he wanted me, not because he was angry.

"Can we just skip this class?" Sebastian whined behind me as I kept pulling him down the hall.

"No," I said firmly. "I refuse to skip without a good reason. And it's Divination—she'll know."

I smirked slightly.

I didn't know how much I actually believed in Divination, but I wasn't testing Professor Trelawney.

"But it's a useless class," he groaned dramatically. "Plus I need—"

He sighed.

"We need to talk about it."