Being the Quiet One

~Chapter Four: Sebastian~

Sebastian. Sebastian you fool.

Don't fall.

Don't get attached.

I can't do this.

Yet I can.

Sebastian's thoughts ran through his head as him and Raven kept talking. He started to learn more about her and he felt really happy, that he was getting to know even more people. Especially Raven.

She was talking about her favorite color, because somehow they got on to that topic. She said her favorite color was dark purple and black.

"Purple is just a really calming color and-" She said then got cut off by Sebastian.

"Raven." Sebastian blurted out. "Sorry." He said and rubbed the back of his head. "So, um, would you like to hang out later today? As friends. As friends." He said for a second time to get his point across.

Raven was shocked and furrowed her eyebrows. "Who put you up to this?" She asked.

He looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"Who dared you to talk to the mysterious, strange girl who sits in the back of the class?" She said.

He shook his head quickly, then fixed his glasses again. "No one. I did this because I wanted to."

"R-Really?" She asked shakily yet softly.

"Really." He repeated after her.

A small, gentle smile stretched at the corners of her mouth. "I'd love to hang out later today. Here," She quickly scribbled something Down on a sticky-note. "Take my number..." She said and put it in front of him.

As if on time, the bell rang and the room erupted, once again, with the sound of chairs scraping against the floor and even more chatter, along with the sounds of binders and/or books being dropped and taken away.

Raven smiled a bit and stood, grabbing her stuff and walking towards the door, without another word to him.

~*~

The day went on as a normal one would.

Sebastian ran to the bus before it took off, because he was a little behind today.

He sat down, towards the back but not exactly. He immediately got out his phone and looked at the small price of paper stuck to it. He put the note on his phone so he wouldn't forget it.

He studied Raven's hand writing for a minute. It was neat and prestige, yet there was this slight messy tone to it, but it was still readable.

He started typing the number into his phone, making sure to get every digit right. He didn't want to end up texting some stranger.

As the bus engine started and they took off, he looked out the window as the school then house after house passed.

He looked back down at his phone.

He smiled to himself.

Then texted 'Hey' to Raven.