A Fresh Start

Till I Forget About You

After our moment in the music room I was avoiding Sebastion; there was really no way to sugarcoat the situation. I didn't trust myself around him, just one short conversation and my heart tells me to throw caution to the wind. Our near kiss had scared me, I consider myself to be a sensible person, not somebody to risk their future for a boy, however, something about him made me want to risk it all for some frivolous kissing. 

Last period I had English with Sebastion and I knew that avoiding him was cruel and had to stop. He had entrusted me with a huge secret and all I could do was run away. Guilt started to replace my nervousness as I entered the classroom. When we entered the class I sought him out, there he was in all his green-eyed glory sitting next to one of Janie's friends, her name was Cecilia or Celia. I felt a pang of jealousy travel through me as I watched her shamelessly flirt with Sebastion. I groaned at my own reaction, what was I doing? Sebastion wasn't my property, if he wanted to flirt with Cecile or whatever her name was then who was I to stop him? As class started Cece moved back to sit with her friends, not before leaving a slip of paper on Sebastion's desk. Huh, I didn't think I could hate an inanimate object, now I knew I could.

I sat down next to Sebastion and tapped his shoulder, he turned to look at me with a face full of anger. "What do you want Marie?" He hissed at me, refusing to meet my eyes. "I just want to talk Sebastion." He rolled his eyes, 

"Oh, now you want to talk to me?" 

"Look I didn't mean to run out before I just-"

"Just what Marie, didn't want to hang out with a murderer?" He finally met my eyes. Behind his mask of anger I could tell he was really hurting, but his accusation wasn't fair I had talked to him, I only ran out when he was about to kiss me. I knew this conversation wouldn't stay whispered for long judging by our prior disagreements. The class was all working on essays analyzing Romeo and Juliet's suicide. I had finished my rough draft so I raised my hand, "Ms. Black Sebastion and I wanted to grab a book from the library, is that okay?" She barely glanced at me before waving us out. I grabbed Sebastion's hand and pulled him out to the hallway.

"What you're kidnapping now, I thought you were avoiding me." I quickly let him go rolling my eyes at his comment. 

"We needed to talk away from prying eyes, despite what you think I do care about you, and I respect the fact that you want to keep this under wraps." I saw his eyes soften at my words,

"Why'd you run out Marie? If you care so much why didn't you stay?" I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

"I was scared okay. I ran out because I was scared." At my words, his face dropped and I realized my mistake. 

"No not of you idiot! I wanted to kiss you and I would've if that bell didn't ring. I would've messed everything up, and Gloria and Roberto would kick me out. I would mess everything up because I freaking fell for you. I'm a complete and utter idiot, I can't even sit and watch you talk to stupid Celest." My rant was cut off by Sebastion's laugh. "Don't laugh at me, I've messed everything up again!" Suddenly Sebastion's warm hand gripped my chin forcing me to look up at him and I hesitantly met his eyes. When I did I felt my knees grow weak, and as cliche as it sounds my heart started to beat uncontrollably. 

"Marie I was talking to Celine because I knew you were in the class." I noticed a light blush paint his cheeks before he continued.

"I was trying to make you jealous." I took a sharp intake of breath at his words. 

"You aren't the only one who fell for someone they weren't supposed to Marie, if you've messed up then I share at least fifty percent of the blame. Marie, we'll figure this out. At least we've gotten to the point where we can admit our feelings. You know they say the first step is admitting you have a problem." I rolled my eyes at his attempt at a joke, "That's for addicts you idiot," I said, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. It was meant to be a playful gesture, but all the humor melted away when he caught my hand and pulled me closer to him.