D I D N ' T
06:23 p.m.
7th December 2015
The room was stuffy with the numerous people inside it; people who were training, practicing and exercising. A stinky and sweaty odor had been resided in the room, increasing the humidity. Walls with patches of yellow were decorated with obscenities and artistic graffiti. Individuals decked in various sweatshirts and vests punched their punch bags, their breaths getting heavier.
Sebastian had entered into his personal hell, the fact that wannabe boxers had decided to come to his gym at this time had only pissed him off. He was pissed at himself - at Rory. What had provoked him to kiss her, he didn't know. Was it the fact that she was sassy or because she didn't remember him?
Did he want her to remember him? The question had been ranging in his head since the kiss had happened, punishing him for kissing her. He loathed the fact that he had kissed Rory Sandsburg of all people.
They belonged from two very distinct worlds. Rory was good, something he could never be. Sebastian punched harder; his breaths became more irregular and erratic. Sheen of sweat coated him, edging him forward more quickly, making him more unwilling to stop. His hands began to bruise but he paid no mind, it was better to hurt than delve into that route of thoughts – of memories.
I need to stop torturing myself like this.
Sebastian sighed as he cut off his rapid punches on the boxing bag. He was being irrational and he knew it, but that didn't instill any care in him whilst he called her. Heart racing and cursing himself for calling her, he waited for her to answer.
"Hello?" A feminine voice questioned through the phone.
Holding his breath, Sebastian said, "Sandra, hey, it's me. Can I come to your place?"
"Oh. Hey, Seb," The feminine voice took on a sultry tone on the recognition of the voice, "Yeah, sure. My home, your home, right Sebby," The girl's voice dipped low; the sultry tone never lost.
"Thanks, I'll be there in ten," He hung up, ignorant to the girl's tone. The white haired boy walked out of his gym, hands messing with his hair. Sebastian with his now very messy hair and bruised hands would have passed for a bad boy hadn't it been for the nervousness that seemed palpable from him.
Gnawing on his lips, Sebastian, after ten minutes, had reached Sandra's place and knocked on the door. As he waited in the noise of hurried footsteps mixed with muffled curses, the door swung open. Sebastian was greeted with a tall blonde in front of him. Dressed in small crop top and hot shorts, little was left for imagination. She looked hot and easy, someone Sebastian wouldn't have thought tapping before.
"Sebastian, how are you?" The blonde questioned, enthusiasm and happiness excluding from her while reached out to hug him.
"Hey, Sandra," he coughed, awkwardly returning the hug. It felt weird meeting her, but it had been her or Rory and he couldn't have been near her for many reasons.
"Sebby, come inside. Why are you outside?" Sandra whined; her eyes becoming big and her lips a pout. It looked good on her somehow.
Imagine Rory doing that, the boy thought quickly dismissing it after reminding himself that he had come to meet Easy Sandy because of that lil' pest; a cute pest but still a pest.
I am horrible at this, he mentally face-palmed himself, before nodding at Sandra's suggestion and walking inside the flat. Whoever had designed it had done it good, making the place look artistic whilst still careful not to destroy the chic and modern characteristic. Red couches were pushed to the walls of the living room; a glass table was placed in the center of the dining room.
He whistled, "That's a nice house you got there."
She winked, "Wait 'till you have seen my bedroom."
Sebastian clenched his fists before saying, "in that case, you should lead the way." He winked cheekily, falling back into the façade of lies and manwhore-ness. He was a manwhore, but he didn't care before so why should he care now. At least that's what he tried to tell himself.
The girl oblivious to the boy's turmoil led them to her hot pink room; a major contrast to the rest of the house, yet somehow suiting it. A queen sized bed was at the corner of the room, a white carpet was covering the wooden floor. The walls had been decorated with posters of nauseating well known bands. He hated the room.
Hand still in hers, Sandra tugged on him bringing him down to her height. She ranked a manicured finger on his chest, skillfully tracing his abs outline. Slowly she raised her hands to her shoulders before whispering into his ear:
"Don't worry, Sebby. I am much better than her." A glimpse of a smirk danced on her lips as she smashed her mouth to his.
I am such a kissing whore.
Except this time Sebastian felt disgusted, violated. But he did nothing, because this was the plan. Forget Rory. Yet that did nothing to barricade the hot vile feeling in his stomach or the way he seemed to be getting more nauseous by the second. He didn't know why, and he didn't want to guess why. The only thing he needed to do was apologize to the black haired girl in Aurora Apartments instead of forcing himself to enjoy the blonde one.
But he d i d n ' t .
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