Would You Look At The Time (Book One)

#5 continued

Sebastian's POV

     After we walked around a bit Anthony, Chris and I took Nicole home. We heard her lock her apartment door as we walked away.

     "So Sebastian?" Anthony began.

     "Yes?" I replied.

     "What's you story with Nicole?" He asked.

     "There is no story,"

     "Are you sure?"

     "Yes I'm sure,"

     "I don't believe you," He said after a short silence. "I see the way you guys look at eachother,"

     "Yeah, I have to agree with Anthony. I see it too," Chris added.

     "There is no story whatsoever. We're just friends," I interjected.

     "Yeah right. 'just friends'" Anthony said, using air quotes.

     "We see you checking her out like 24/7," Chris said.

     "I see you guys checking her out as well. She is pretty hot after all," I said.

     "Chris and I check her out, I mean, of course we do. She's smoking hot. But you, you dissect her with your eyes. You're undressing her using only your eyes," Anthony explained. I scoffed and didn't reply. They were just being dudes.

     "What if she is The One?" Chris asked after a few beats of silence. I rolled my eyes and laughed a bit.

     "Yeah right," I said sarcastically.

     "No, dude, it would make perfect sense. I haven't seen you like that around a girl in forever," Anthony added.

     "I don't act any different around her than I do around any other woman," I assured them.

     "Sure, whatever floats your goat," Chris said, rolling his eyes and smirking.

     "Chris, it's 'whatever floats your boat'," I said, laughing. We all laughed for a bit before lowering ourselves into the black car. A few people approached us, but it was such a small crowd that we didn't care and so we signed some comics and napkins and posters before driving away.

     As the sun set I remembered Nicole's phone. We had forgotten to give it back to her today. I frowned, I didn't really want to move from my bed. I was curled up under multiple blankets and flipping through channels on the tv. After awhile of argueing with myself I finally crawled out of bed and pulled on some clothing. By the time I was in the car I had a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it and blue jeans on.

     The drive seemed to take only a few minutes before I was standing in front of Nicole's maroon colored apartment door. I hesitated before knocking three times. I waited only for a few seconds before I heard someone turning the doorknob. The look of surprise that fell across her face was grand. I love watching people panic to fix there hair and clothes when they saw a celebrity. But Nicole didn't do these things. She didn't rush to make sure her hair looked nice. She didn't look down at her clothes and try to fix them as best as she could. She just stood there, a surprised expression plastered to her face.

     She led me into her apartment after I gave her her phone back. She had invited me in because she had just ordered Thai food, and I love Thai food. We ate and talked for a bit. As she stood to deliver the empty cartons and bowls to the kitchen I noticed what she was wearing. A pink shirt that cut off midway down her torso that had a unicorn imprinted on it. It looked like a kids pajama shirt. And then I looked down to find her in loose, short black pajama pants. They almost showed all of her ass and as she walked to the kitchen I had to try to unlock my eyes from her body. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun and a few strands of hair dangled by her face. Her perfect hazel eyes glistened every time she turned back towards me.

     Once she agreed to going to a club with me she headed into her room to change. I frowned. Why didn't she just change out here? I wanted her to.

And that was when I realized.
I'm falling in love with this girl.

     I frowned once more. I stood and yelled back to her that I was calling the car over. She didn't answer, so I went searching for her. Only to find her in her green strapless bra and pink lacey.underwear. I smirked at the sight of her. I leaned against the door frame before sarcastically apologizing for walking in on her. She blushed, her cheeks flushing to a dark red. But she didn't shove me out the door or try to cover her naked body. She just kept getting dressed. I like this girl. She bent over to pick up the dress that was lying on the floor. And, truth be told, when she bent over I could feel a little stir in my pants. She was smoking hot. She then pulled her dress up her body and turned to me.

     "Will you zip it?" She asked. Honestly, I didn't want to zip it. I wanted to rip it off her and then slowly kiss every part of her body. I wanted to strip her clean of her clothing and then screw her on her bed. But, I ignored those thoughts and slowly zipped the dress up, letting my fingers glide against her smooth skin. After her dress was on she pulled on gold colored heels. She turned to me and my eyes widened. Her green dress was strapless and tight. Boy oh boy, it was tight. Every curve of her body was exposed. Her breasts were pushed tightly against the dress, causing cleavage. Major cleavage. The light green dress cut off above her knees letting you see some of her bare thighs.

     I led her to the car outside. We drove for a short while before we made it to the club. A few people approached us and asked for autographs. We pushed past them and entered the dimly lit club. It was full of sweaty bodies. A few people sat at the stools by the bar, flirting, drinking, talking. I whispered to Nicole that I would get her a drink. I failed, I couldn't make it to the bar so when a slow song came on I rushed to find her. Why was I rushing I didn't need to dance with her. It wasn't like I was her...boyfriend. I found her anyways and set my hands on her waist. I slowly let my left hand find her ass, I grasped it lightly. I was totally turned on.

     "Sebastian, I believe your hand has found my ass," She said.

     "Nicole, I believe your ass has found my hand," I smirked. She let out the sexiest laugh I have ever heard. We danced, our bodies rubbing against eachother. Her breasts pressed up against my chest and I wanted to slowly unzip her dress. I wanted to, once again, screw her right now. I shook the thought from my head as the slow song got replaced by dubstep, too bad. I wanted to keep our bodies close and swaying. I decided that I would find her a drink so I whispered to her. 

     "I'll be right back," I said. She nodded and I walked away. I failed once again to find a drink that she would like. I walked back to her empty handed. But, through the crowd I saw her. She looked so lost, she danced by herself. And then, suddenly, a handsome young man came out of nowhere and started dancing with her. She stopped dancing for a second, I guess letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. Suddenly, the young man tilted his head down and grabbed Nicole. He grabbed her ass and waist, not okay. Those were mine, she was mine. What? I'm not even her boyfriend. She isn't mine. But I realized, deep down, that I wanted her to be mine. But, I was too late. The man tilted his head down and I saw him slowly tilt Nicole's head up and then, their lips met, he smashed his lips into hers. One of his hands tethered itself into her hair and pushed her lips against his. His free hand explored her body. Lingering on her waist and ass. He caressed her body up until he made it to her breasts. He didn't linger there, he stayed there. He cupped her breast and slightly squeezed it. She was mine you asshole. I saw her let out a soft moan and I couldn't take it anymore. I turned my back as I felt my heart throb with pain.