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Once I read somewhere, overspending was a form of self-harm—and somehow it is. Was it necessary for me to spend so much money, no. Would I do it again, maybe.

I wasn't the kind of girl to be reckless, mostly because, I wasn't given the opportunity to be. The quieter, obedient, and hard-working I was, the easier it would be for me to get out of my house after graduation. I never counted on my mom letting me leave the city to go to college, however, I planned on getting a full ride and getting a part-time job to be able to leave home.

I read somewhere, overspending was a form of self-harm—I suppose it is true if you don't have the money to spend. After looking at all the things I bought, I wanted to feel guilty, but I didn't. The way I see it, being reckless and overspending just once isn't going to ruin me—right?

"Yes, Adalyn? " The teacher said, her voice breaking me out of my deep thoughts. For a moment I was confused why she called on me, until I noticed my hand in the air.

"Could I go to the bathroom?" I smiled innocently.

She nodded and pulls out the bathroom pass from her desk. I got up from my chair and grab it, before making my way out into the hall. I needed to get myself out of the classroom, I was overthinking my spending choices from yesterday. Even Sebastian didn't seem angry anymore.

Maybe Sebastian needed a small reason to scold me yesterday? Or maybe, I actually spent more money than the average girl would. I rolled my eyes, whatever, it was useless overthinking about it, I had taken off the tags to the clothes already.

I had decided to take a detour from the bathroom and sat down in the small garden in the middle of the high school. No one hardly hangs out here during classes, so it was nice to sit on the bench and clear my mind.

"What do you want?" I suddenly heard Sebastian's voice. I quickly jumped out of the bench startled. What the fuck did I do? Turning around, he wasn't there—actually, he was no where in sight.

Am I hearing shit? "I thought I had made myself clear..." he said. I followed his voice, until I saw Madison and him standing a few feet from each other.

Madison looked a mess, her eyes were watery and face was flushed, obviously she had been crying. On the other hand, Sebastian was the exact opposite, the vein on his neck was popping out—he was mad.

"I know..." Madison sniffled. "...but I can't believe you are throwing our relationship away so easily,"

Sebastian rolled his eyes, "it was you who denied my marriage proposal!"

"I know...I know," She shook her head. "I love you...but..."

"...just not enough to be the next Queen. I get it," he said. Watching Sebastian be cold towards Madison made me feel sad, they clearly love each other. Sebastian is still angry about the rejection.

Madison laughed dryly, "I am not ready for the commitment,"

"Then why bother talking to me?" Sebastian questioned her. "if you are going to give me the same go around, why continue to get a hold of me?"

"Because, you know us not being together feels wrong! We were meant to be together!" She cried out.

Sebastian lips curled up in a smirk, "we were meant to be together, past tense. One day you'll wake up and realize how you fucked up," he placed his hands in his front pockets. "I would've given you everything,"

"How can you be so mean to me?" She asked him with tears rolling down her cheeks. "You know I want to marry you, but just not right now. Why can't you make the Royal Counsel give you more time?"

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