The Arrogant Player

Part 18

Chris eventually turned off the TV cuz he was getting sick of watching the game.

"Hey we should all go somewhere," he suggested.

"Like...?" you questioned.

"I don't know, somewhere...how about a bar?" Chris suggested.

"I don't think that's a good idea-" you began, right as Sebastian interrupted, "Sure."

"Okay, then, we can all take our separate cars. Follow me though," Chris said, getting up off the couch.

You headed out to your car and hopped in, and both seb and chris got into their cars. Chris led the way and soon you were parking and then getting out of the car.

Why'd you agree to this??

You didn't even remember anything from the last time you were at a bar- except the hangover. And you weren't about to get another one of those...you saw Chris and Seb and quickly caught up to them and joined them as you walked into the bar.

The three of you sat down at the counter. Chris thankfully was in the middle...Seb and Chris ordered drinks and you just asked for a water.

"Come on, (y/n), no drink?" Chris asked, patting ur shoulder with the back of his hand.

"i've had enough of alcohol for a while..." you replied.

"Okay, suit yourself," Chris said as the bartender handed them their drinks.

You couldn't help but notice Sebastian checking out the bartender and you felt a twinge of jealousy.

She was gorgeous...

but why did you care that Seb was checking her out?!

You had Chris...

Chris drank a little of his drink and then turned to you.

The two of you started talking for a while, neither paying attention to Sebastian behind the two of you.

Maybe you should've been paying better attention...

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Chris suddenly said, standing up, and before you could stop him, leaving you with Sebastian.

You turned on your phone and were scrolling through social media and ignoring sebastian when suddenly you got a text:

'i'm so sorry i have to go!! family emergency. don't worry bout me, though. i'm sure everything will be fine.'

What?!

You weren't about to stay here with seb then, you thought, and were just about to get up when you glanced over at him.

That's when you noticed the many empty glasses in front of him.

The bartender was walking over with another when you intercepted it, "I don't think he needs anymore."

"But I want more," it was the first time you heard him speak in a while, and it was very slurred.

"Take the drink back," you demanded to the bartender, who humphed and walked away with it.

"Come on, Sebastian, i think we should get you home..." you said, standing up and walking towards him.

He tried to stand up but his legs were wobbly and he fell right on you.

You thankfully caught him, and his face buried into your neck, sending chills up your spine and giving you goosebumps everywhere.

You could feel his hot breath on your neck.

"You smell good," he murmured as you gently pushed him away from you and helped him stand.

"And you're super drunk so we should get you home," you replied, letting him lean on you as you began to walk out of the bar.

"Looks like we will have to get your car back tomorrow..." you said as you got to your car.

"As long as I get to spend more time with you, i'm all good," Sebastian slurred.

You opened up the passenger side door and let him flop into the seat.

"Can you buckle yourself or do I need to help you?" you asked.

He gave you a small smirk, "I think you need to help me."

"Oh, Seb," you said, grabbing the seat belt and reaching across him and trying to find the buckle.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you calling me that?" he whispered and your heart skipped a beat.

You quickly found the buckle and fastened him in and backed away from him.

You closed the door and hopped into the driver's seat, "No, actually, I think you failed to mention that while you are constantly a jerk to me."

"...yeah...i'm pretty mean and i'm sorry about that..." his voice trailed off and you peered over at him, confused, "The truth is, actually, that i'm always so mean to you because...it's easier for you to hate me...since i can't have you..."

Can't have you??

What was he talking about..?

"What do you mean, Seb?" you inquired.

"I want you," he flat out said, turning over and looking straight into your eyes, "I want you so bad, but I can't have you. You're with Chris and I respect that. But I just can't stop the way I feel..."

Was this the drunk talking?

Or was he actually opening up?

"i have to be mean to you and make you hate me...or i...i just won't be able to control myself..." he continued, his words all jumbled.

"Seb, you may be super annoying and jerky and cocky...but I don't hate you," you said.

"Don't lie to me, I know you do. But it's okay...it's whatever, right?" seb said with a yawn.

But it wasn't whatever.

Because underneath all that bitterness towards him could be something else...

you just had to keep it under....

you couldn't hurt Chris and who's to say that this conversation wasn't just random drunk thoughts from seb?

or were they actually...

deep and hidden secrets that he was just now exposing so blatantly in a drunk state?

Because if he did really have feelings for you then you were so in over your head...

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