The Arrogant Player

Part 21

The next few weeks you found yourself majorly avoiding Sebastian. Every spare second you had you spent with Chris or you found something else to do.

Of course, you had to act with him, which was almost impossible considering you couldn't stop thinking about what he had said when he was drunk. He had tried to talk to you a few times but each time Chris had come to the rescue and you had gotten away. But in the back of your mind, you kept thinking that this couldn't last forever...

you would have to talk to him eventually....

It was a Friday and you had just finished filming a scene with Chris. You had headed back to your dressing room. You were so thankful that your scenes with Sebastian had been limited in the past few weeks and that there hadn't been any intimacy at all...but you knew it was going to come eventually.

You had read the script and knew there was plenty more with him...

You finished getting dressed and walked out of your dressing room, heading back to your car in the lot. On the way, however, you just happened to come across Sebastian.

Shoot.

"Hey, (y/n)...have you been avoiding me?" he asked.

You laughed nervously, "Nooo of course not."

"Well it awfully seems like it," he said.

"Sebastian I actually have to go.." you said.

"See? Here's a perfect example," he said, grabbing your arm and forcing you to stop.

"I-I'm not avoiding you..."

"I'm not damn stupid, (y/n). now stop lying to me," he said, suddenly pinning you in, both arms on either side of you on the wall, and staring intensely at you.

"Fine...i have been avoiding you," you peeped.

"Why?" his tone lightened.

"Sebastian...i lied...you did tell me something when you were drunk....and i haven't stopped thinking about it," you spilled out.

"What did I say?" he implored.

"Uh, well...just that you were mean to me because it was easier for me to hate you and you couldn't have me..." you confessed.

"Oh...that," he said, his face turning pale and his arms dropping to his sides.

"Is it true?" you whispered, heart racing.

"I...well...i don't know, maybe..." he stammered, putting his hand on his neck.

"Sebastian?"

"(y/n), can i ask you a question?" he asked.

"don't think you can change the subject so easily-" you said, but he interrupted.

"What makes you so attracted to me?" he asked.

You scoffed, "Attracted to you? Puhlease."

"You know I may not remember anything else when i was drunk, but i do remember one thing. And it was you telling me that," Sebastian said.

"Okay, so maybe i'm attracted to you, so what?" you asked.

"Are you...are you sure that it doesn't go any deeper than just attraction?" he asked.

He was standing so close to you- you couldn't think straight.

"Of course not," you replied.

"Then what were all those kisses?? SPECIFICALLY the first one. It was as if you WANTED it- as is you ENJOYED it," his voice suddenly raised.

"It's called acting, Sebastian??"

His expression was fierce, "I don't think it's just that."

"What are you saying, that i like you? that i have feelings for you? that's bull, sebastian!!" you shouted back.

"IS IT? IS IT REALLY? Because I think it's pretty possible- if not PROBABLE," he spat.

You were caught off guard for a second, but then you found your words, "AND WHERES YOUR PROOF?"

"I don't know, maybe every encounter we have ever had?! Because it's either you hate me or you have feelings for me and based on your recent niceness to me, i'm sure it's not hate!" he replied.

"Why do you even care so much about me 'liking you??" you shouted.

"BECAUSE SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY, I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU," he confessed, and you felt your heart hammer to a halt, your eyes widening and your jaw open wide.

He stepped closer to you, and he reached out and touched your face, "You are always on my mind and I can't do anything about it. And right now..."

He stepped even closer, but you took a step back and your back hit the wall behind you.

His eyes broke contact with yours and stared at your lips. Your heart was beating so fast you thought you were going to explode. He continued, his voice soft, "Right now...I just want to pull you against me and kiss you with all that i have. I want to feel the pressure of your lips on mine, your body against mine...and i have a feeling that i'm not the only one."

Your eyes glanced down at his lips and your mouth hung ajar.

"W-we can't," your voice was trembling, "I l-love Chris...it would break his heart."

Sebastian jerked away as soon as you said that, his eyes turning cold and dark, filled with betrayal.

"Fine. Continue to string him along in whatever it is that you call love. Seems to me more like you are using him like a puppet," he said.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT!" you screamed.

"But it's true, isn't it? You're with him cuz it's safe. He's a nice guy and you KNOW he won't hurt you. In being with him you take NO risks, because he loves you and why would he ever break up with you?! Except maybe when he finally realizes where your TRUE feelings lie then he will break up with you. Not so safe now, are we, (y/n)?"

"MY TRUE FEELINGS DO LIE WITH CHRIS SO DO ME A FAVOR AND STOP PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH!" you shouted back.

"Fine. Enjoy your puppet," he said bitterly, and then walked away.

He just walked away.

You wanted to scream in frustration...

but the back of your mind was whispering that maybe he wasn't wrong...

and that gave you a pit in your stomach...

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