"okay so there's this girl named theresa."
i froze. once, twice, i blinked until i was able to confirm to myself what sebastian just said.
theresa. theresa. was this girl pretty? was she smart just like me? when did he meet her? where did he meet her?
why did he meet her?
"she's really mean and the way she talks is just annoying. but she's cute sometimes."
i stared at sebastian as his lips twitched at whatever he was thinking about. his brows were furrowed and all i could wish for was to straighten them out. i didn't like it when he was bothered.
especially when a girl was the reason why.
"what about her?"
what about her, sebastian? was he better than me? why can't you just...
see me, instead?
"she keeps coming to our house every weekend and i can't study because her teeny tiny sharp voice keeps bouncing off the walls."
okay, now i was so bothered. who was that theresa and why did she keep coming to sebastian's house? was she a family friend? a cousin?
calm down, madison. and what would i do if she was not, anyway?
"okay...? continue." i gulped.
"she's just so annoying. i don't get why my sister is friends with her."
i blinked. his sister... his eight-year old sister?
oh, so theresa was that annoying kid.
i laughed. was i too ridiculous?
i was.
"why are you laughing?" sebastian asked.
i only looked away. why was i laughing?
oh, because i realized i was just too crazy for sebastian collins.
and the even crazier thing was that i liked it.
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Glass Bridge
Short Story"i can only stare at you and think of broken dreams and shattered hearts." ▪ in which a girl tells the world of a love that is forlorn.