To Be Free

Step One: Scare Him

Later that day, after Sebastian had finished having his motorcycle induced anxiety attack, I showed him into my house. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of children's toys in the living room and I brushed him off, continuing to lead him up to my room.

"This house isn't what I pictured." He said quietly.

"Not every bad girl or bad boy has a huge ass mansion. That's some weird cliché put on us. I've never understood it." I responded, herding him the rest of the way up the stairs.

I opened my door and pushed him inside. His eyes took in everything from my many band posters and my guitars to my black and white comforter that I had covered in song lyrics. Having some artistic ability is nice sometimes.

"Welcome to my humble abode." I stated while gesturing around me.

He didn't respond for a minute, so I snapped my fingers in front of his face to get his attention, and he jumped in surprise.

"Oh yeah. It's quite the place." He mumbled.

"Okay boy, first thing's first. In order for people to respect you and what little dignity you actually have, you need to learn to speak up."

He awkwardly nodded and shuffled his feet. "What is that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"Don't be such a pansy ass." I replied as I flopped down into a chair backwards. It was interrogation time.

"Okay Seb, take a seat. We now begin round one of me tearing your life apart. You're going to tell me everything about you from your mother's maiden name to the last time you watched naughty YouTube videos." I declared.

He paused for a moment and a strange look crossed his face. "Naughty YouTube? What the actual Spock? I literally just met you two hours ago! What is wrong with you?"

I smiled lightly. "Ahhh but that's the fun of it. You are in fact one of the only people from our shit school that I've ever even spoken to. I had a weird feeling about you, and I decided some things. Perhaps I made the decisions without consulting you, but eh."

His eyes widened even farther than I even believed they could and he began to back out of the room. I smirked and rounded him back in, proceeding to carefully push him onto my bed.

He sighed heavily and wiped his hands on his painfully nerdy khakis. He pushed his glasses up to prepare himself, then began, "My mother's name is Scarlet Knight. My father is MIA at this moment in time, and I have two older brothers. One is a Harvard graduate and the other was just accepted into MIT. I have a pet cat who's name is fluffy and I also have a goldfish. That's about it. What is naughty YouTube?"

I snorted loudly, "Porn Seb. I meant when was the last time you watched porn? It was a joke."

"What's that?"

"Damn babe, you're worse off than I thought."

"Babe? Me babe? I'm babe? Oh dear... My cerebral cortex is very overwhelmed right now."
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I continued with the questions for a good half hour before we got to the juicy stuff, I.E. Jo Greene.

"She's bullied me for around two years now. I've gotten an endless supply of messages and emails telling me to kill myself and whatnot. She even had some of her goonies jump me two weeks ago."

I tried to keep a straight face but I ended up losing it. I wiped a tear from my eye and continued laughing. He looked at me questioningly.

"Who the hell uses email anymore?!" I said in between laughs.

He didn't look as amused at my statement as I was. He crossed his arms and continued to chew at his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry sweet cheeks, it's just who I am. If you can't deal with it... Well you don't have a choice actually." I grinned.

"Holy french toast, you're a madwoman." He said with his eyes widened again. His glasses caused his eyes to be ten times bigger than his face and I couldn't stand it anymore.

I pulled them off of his face causing his hands to automatically fly up to protect himself.

"Shit dude, relax."

He sheepishly looked at my carpet and fidgeted.

"I'm sorry, it's just most people like you plan to beat me up when they take off my glasses."

My heart churned at his words... Just kidding, I laughed in his face.

When I was all done hearing about Sebastian's life story, I had learned a lot more than I even knew about myself. As in his favorite color is lime green, he is on the math team, chess team (yes we have those), he used to have a pet turtle named Squishy, and he's never even held a girl's hand before.

  I had called him a few names when he said the last thing, which earned me a three minute long lecture about ladies and language and whatnot. It would have probably been longer than three minutes had I not threatened him with his own death by a rusty spoon if he continued.

  I looked over at the uncomfortable boy. He had relaxed some, but he kept attempting to push his glasses up even though they weren't on his face. It was annoying me to no end. Like some sort of ghost pain in the form of glasses.

  I finally glanced at my phone and nearly shrieked. It was nine fifteen. My eyes grazed over nerd boy but I didn't have time to care. I stripped out of my shirt and thanked The Lord I was already wearing a sports bra. I threw a jacket over it and whipped my pants off. I slipped sports leggings on and turned to nerd boy again.

  I shit you not he had turned his head away. His hand shielded his innocent eyes from seeing my body.

"You must be gay." I joked.

"Why?" He questioned me.

"'Cause everybody wants a chance to see this hot babe." I licked my finger and put it on my abs, dragging it down seductively while unzipping coat to reveal my stomach.

Sebastian's eyes glazed over and he cleared his throat to gain self control again. I chuckled before the time hit me again.

"Okay dumbass, time to go. I'll be seeing you on Wednesday for our first official lesson. Until then, get on my motorcycle and let's go."

  He didn't argue too much this time and his hands held on to my waist just a smidge tighter. He directed me to his house which unsurprisingly was located on the rich side of town. I pulled into his driveway and used my butt to push him off quickly. He went to say something but I pulled away and started speeding to what I was late for.

Frick this won't be good. 

Seb:

  I looked at the crazy girl as she sped away, her blonde hair flying behind her, and I frowned. This was definitely the weirdest day of my life.

  I walked inside to find my mom watching out of our front window. She turned around and grinned at me.

"Do I need to ask why a gorgeous girl just dropped you off on a motorcycle and caused you to miss your math meeting?" She said with a teasing expression.

"No ma, but I feel like it won't be the last time." I sighed wearily.

  I dragged myself upstairs and slumped onto my bed. I still had extra homework and I dutifully finished it, despite being worn out from my crazy new acquaintance.

I went to bed with the theory that she wouldn't remember me by tomorrow and it would be okay, just like it always is. 

But boy oh boy, was I astronomically wrong.