The Bad Boy's Girl

Chapter Thirty-Two

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⊱✿⊰A N A S T A S I A ⊱✿⊰

"Are you okay?" Sebastian asked as he entered my room, getting my attention, "Still shaken up, but I am okay." 

"What were you thinking going with Ethan?" He asked, as he came up and sat on the bed in front of me. 

"He kept pressuring me." I truthfully told him, "And besides he said how I owed him from lunch that he bought me almost two months ago. Sebastian... if I didn't call you what would have happened?" I asked, as he stayed silent. 

"He would have hurt you in ways you probably couldn't imagine." He told me.

"I-I had bad feelings and I still went.. I'm such an idiot!" I said as I covered my face in my hands. 

"Hey! You are not an idiot!" He says, moving my hands. I couldn't bring myself to look up, until he put a finger under my chin. Lifting my head my eyes met with his, as a couple tears fell down my cheek, "You are not an idiot." He repeated himself as he stared into my eyes, as I choked up a sob. It sure feels like it.

He sighed, "Come here.." He patted his lap as he opened his arms to me. I didn't waist no time to climb over him, wrapping my arms around him I sat down into his lap, burying my head into his shoulder. I couldn't help the sobs leaving my mouth.

After sometime I calmed down. I kept my head on his shoulder as he continued to rub my back. "Thank you.." I sniffed, as my throat felt dry, causing my voice to sound cracked and a little bit raspy. 

"What for?" He asked, as I lifted my head to look at him as our faces was inches away. "Getting there in time and being here for me." I answered him, as he stayed silent. "Oh! You want to see some drawings?" I asked, flashing him a smile. 

"Seriously?" He asked.

"What?" I asked, as my smile dropped.

"How do you go from crying to excited?" He asked, as I shrugged. In reality I tend to try to avoid things that makes me sad, to distract myself with something I love. "Sure." He said, giving me a half smile. I smiled big before climbing off him, before rushing over to my backpack as I opened it. 

I grabbed out my sketchbook, then walked to the bed, realizing how he was now leaning against the headboard. I climbed back on the bed and sat down next to him, before giving him my sketchbook. 

I watched his facial expression as he flip through my book, "These are... amazing, Ana." He said, when I realized he was about to flip to the one I was working on, I snatched the sketchbook back saying, "That's all."

"No it's not." He said, "What's the other page?" He asked.

"Nothing! It's a work in progress." I quickly said, as he quickly snatched it back, "NO!" I shout, trying to take it back. "Sebastian..." I whined, "Please give it back." I said, practically begging.

"Why can't I not see the work in progress?" He asks, smirking at me.

"Because.." Its of you. "It's not ready to be shown and it's sloppy." I half-lied.

"A sneak peak then." He said.

"No!" I said, crossing my arms. 

"Fine." He said, placing the book into my lap. "I won't look." 

"Good." I say, moving closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. 

After sometime, he finally spoke up, "Is that supposed to be me?" I quickly opened my eyes, noticing he had my sketchbook at the page I didn't want him to look at. "You liar!" I said, before lying and said, "No, it's not supposed to be you!" I quickly snatched the sketchbook as I quickly closed it. 

"Come on... it's okay to have a little fantasy thought in your head while drawing me." I heard him say as my cheeks flushed more.

"I-I do not have any fantasy thoughts about you!" I quickly said. 

"You don't have to be ashamed. We all have fantasy thoughts." He said, following after by a smirk. 

"Ew, you are so nasty." I joked, as he chuckled. Deciding on changing the subject, I questioned, "I'm going to get some ice cream, want any?" I looked back at him as he shrugged before saying, "Sure." 

I went downstairs and went to the kitchen, grabbing out two bowls, before going to the fridge and pulled out the vanilla ice cream. I then grabbed out a spoon and scooped some in the bowls. 

I then put the ice cream away, then grabbed out another spoon before heading back upstairs. When I got to my room, he looked over at me as I used my foot to close the door, before walking to the bed as I offered his bowl, as he took it. I climbed on the bed as I sat with my legs crossed. "This would've been so much better with chocolate syrup." I told him as I picked up the first bite as I put the spoon in my mouth. 

"Not really a huge fan of chocolate syrup, but at the same time, that does kind of sound good." He respond back.