Misfits

Chapter 3 - Sebastian

CHAPTER THREE — SEBASTIAN

He picked up his cellphone, dialing Kyla’s phone number. For the fifth time today, she didn’t answer. He’d spaced out the calls and there was still no response. If she was busy, she’d usually text. But there was nothing. This sort of behavior was unlike her. 

He knew that she wouldn’t be very happy when she found Ivy with him but what had she expected from him? He never had any intentions to make Kyla his girlfriend. She was there when he needed her. She was there to fuck him if he was in the mood. She knew what he wanted and she gave it to him, more than willing. She should’ve known what she was getting herself into. She did it to herself. 

He liked her, sure. But not as anything more than friends with benefits. Maybe he could if he tried. But he didn’t. It just wasn’t in him. The feelings weren’t there. Shit, it wasn’t his fault.

He didn’t feel bad about what he did, not really. He hadn’t done anything. She had no rights to him. He was his own person, not Kyla’s. He was single, free to do as he pleased. There was no reason for him not to go after Ivy if he wanted to.

Ivy was gorgeous. She was funny, smart, and charming. She was everything that he ever wanted in a girl. He didn’t try to fuck her. He didn’t want to—not yet. He wanted to take things slowly. Maybe actually get into a relationship with her. He certainly wouldn’t mind. Ivy might make him change his ways, he thought. Maybe it was time to settle down, get a girlfriend. She was different than Kyla.

The one thing he’d miss about Kyla was the way she’d play with his balls before they fucked. He just wished she hadn’t walked in on them. He should’ve talked to her, saying that they shouldn’t do whatever it was they were doing anymore. More than likely she’d be upset. But it would be much better than her hating him and ignoring his phone calls.

He threw the phone down on his bed, wondering why he even bothered. She had no choice but to see her tomorrow. Maybe she’d talk to him then. Probably not. Kyla had never been so pissed with him before and he didn’t know how she’d react. His intention had never been to piss her off.

He sat down on his bed and turned the television on, lying his phone on the nightstand. He flipped through the channels quickly and turned to a random action movie he’d never heard of before. When he got bored and decided that he wasn’t ready for bed, he picked up his phone to call Ivy.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Hey,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“Putting on my pajamas,” she answered.

A smirk formed upon his face, imagining how good Ivy’s naked body looked. “I’m coming over.”

“Like my mom wouldn’t kill you for trying to get a peek at her precious baby girl,” she teased.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he promised.

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

“You aren’t tired?”

“No. I can’t sleep because I was thinking about you.”

“How sweet,” she said sarcastically.

“I wish you were here now.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re hanging up on me?”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t leave.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”