CHAPTER FIVE . . .
-> " GO GET HER !"sebastian groggily rubbed his eyes as he was jolted awake by the sounds of raised voices. blinking in the dim morning light, he could hear silas and rowan arguing about something.
he pushed himself out of bed, the remnants of sleep still clinging to him, and shuffled towards the noise coming from the living room.
"i'm telling you, man, we can't just snoop!" rowan's voice was firm but tinged with frustration.
"oh, come on, what's the harm in looking?" silas retorted, clearly annoyed.
sebastian finally reached the two of them, his hair a mess as he squinted at what was causing the commotion. rowan was holding a small, sleek black purse in his hand, waving it in silas's face.
"what the hell is going on?" sebastian mumbled, still half-asleep.
rowan sighed, holding up the purse for sebastian to see. "it's cherine's. she left it here last night."
sebastian blinked, still not understanding why this was such a big deal. "so what? just give it back to her."
silas, however, had a mischievous glint in his eye. "i say we see what's inside. she won't know."
rowan shook his head, clearly not on board. "that's an invasion of privacy, man."
sebastian, tired of the bickering and always the one to cut through the nonsense, simply reached out, grabbed the purse from rowan's hand, and turned it upside down.
"problem solved," sebastian said with a grin as the contents of cherine's purse spilled onto the table.
earrings, a lip oil, gum, a hair tie, a tampon, and various other small things tumbled out. silas immediately picked up the tampon, holding it between his fingers with a look of utter confusion. "what the heck is this?"
rowan burst out laughing, shaking his head. "that's a tampon, dude. women use it during their period."
silas's face twisted into a mix of disgust and fascination. "oh... uh, okay." he quickly dropped it back onto the table.
as rowan chuckled, his eyes were drawn to a small slip of paper that had fallen out among the other items. it was a list, neatly written in cherine's handwriting. his eyes scanned it quickly:
- essay
- order dress
- tickets art museum
- model application
- 988-766-560 xx
rowan smirked, picking up the paper and holding it between his fingers. "tickets to the art museum, huh?" he muttered, already thinking of how he could use this to his advantage. cherine was into art, that much he knew. maybe he could impress her by "coincidentally" suggesting they go together.
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