Outcasts

Misunderstandings the photographer and annoying sisters

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

JESSICA

When Michael finally was out of sight, at last, Jessica shoved Bastian out of her way. Her force while not being quite herculean was strong enough to make his pace falter.

"Let go of me, asshole." She snapped, crossing her arms and trying to find an escape route of some sorts.

Bastian was taking no prisoners, taking her by her arm again.

"At least let me explain myself, she was the one trying to kiss me. Not I her. I was about to push her away."

Jessica couldn't keep the tears from falling down her cheeks no longer.

In that instant, Bastian knew he'd screwed it all. "It doesn't matter. You owe me no explanation. We are not even an item." Her words were harsh and bitter, like venom meant to hurt him.

And hurt him they did.

She couldn't quite believe it, he actually expected her to believe in his lies?

"You know I am not blind, right?"

Before she could even get out of his way, he snaked his arms around her waist and hid his face on her shoulder.

She sighed. Leaning into him and sagging against him.

"Let go it go, Sebastian."she whispered tiredly. Not wanting to fight any further.

Bastian chuckled, still clinging to her small built and nuzzling her neck a bit.

"But I'm not Elsa. Wait. Did you just called me Sebastian, Therese?"

He tickled her, thus making her lose her resolve.

"Let it go! Let it go!" Once a smile had successfully replaced her scowl, he knew he had to explain the awkward happenings before she called it quits yet once again.

"You know I wouldn't fall that low. I want you and you alone. Please don't be mad at me, I hate it when you cry." His thumb brushed away the almost dried tears on her face.

Lingering for a second on her lips.

"Don't make me, then."

He hated himself in that moment,

"Jess, I would never cheat on you. I kind of like you, you know. "he smiled at her gaping face.

"Kind of like me? Bastard," she laughed again, loudly this time at his sarcasm. She slapped his face lightly, teasing. He caught her wrist and gently lowered it to her sides.

There was no sneaky Michael so he led her to an empty hallway, pressed her against the wall and kissed her until he couldn't breathe.

Her hands did wonders on his skin, on his neck.

"Okay...I...like...you...big time." he said between kisses, his voice a faint, panting staccato at her ear.

It still was the strangest of the feelings, to be in love with Bastian.

It felt like she was capable of all things, but also it was like sinking down the deepest ocean.

Terrifyingly breathtaking.

But if she was sincere with herself, he was an anchor worth sinking for.

He had told her he was into her many times. She swore she'd overheard him use the "L" word the other night, when he thought she was asleep. But she hadn't been.

"I kind of like you, too, Elsa. Gosh, I shouldn't have taken you to watch Frozen, you won't shut up about it."

Bastian scoffed, genuinely offended.