Reaching out to people sometimes doesn't work out the way others intend it to. Inez faced the brute force of those consequences when beginning to tackle the wall that was Sebastian.
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Plagued by loneliness since childhood, seventeen-year-old Inez...
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You Alright?
After that day with the fight and the incident in the nurse's office, arriving at practice late earned me an incredibly long lecture from coach Figel. To the point where there was no time left for me to practice. I went home that day incredibly disappointed and my left hand feeling empty.
I didn't see Sebastian for the rest of that week, either. It worried me a lot. But, I focused on school and volleyball practice through the next few days. Soon, the weekend with my best friend, Chrissy, arrived. She was currently spending the night. That also meant a lot of things would be spilled. Like the events from a few days ago.
"You're joking!" Chrissy cackled.
We were on my bed together, my best friend of two years now cackling her butt off. Her face flushed greatly, a fist pounding the mattress in amusement. Chrissy was laughing so hard that she couldn't breathe for a moment. I wasn't amused in the slightest. A frown graced my lips as I crossed my arms. Eventually, she noticed and wiped a tear from under her eye.
I let out a huff, "No. I got punched in the face!"
"Protecting Sebastian Wyatt?!"
"Well, yeah! Was I supposed to let him get hit?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes! He's the biggest douche bag of the century!"
"Chrissy!" I scolded.
"What? Don't tell me you have a soft spot for the guy. You barely know him," she reasoned.
"You didn't see the look on his face," I whispered, suddenly melancholy.
"What look?"
"When he looked at me, I could see just how alone he really felt. It hurt."
"Well, he did that to himself," Chrissy muttered.
"Chrissy," I sighed. "You know nobody ever wants to feel like that."
"But, he's pushed everyone who's tried to talk to him away. I've watched him look ready to tear people apart with my own eyes. Trust me, he's had friendship opportunities. He doesn't want them."
Sebastian's cold demeanour and the icy hot glare behind his eyes suddenly came to mind. Along with the first time I ever noticed him. In Mr. Carter's class, his head was down. Everyone was seated away from him, in an effort to stay away.
"You're a hypocrite," I argued.
She gaped at me, placing a hand on her chest dramatically. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"How?" she asked.
"Do you not remember how much work it took to become friends with you? Every time I tried to start a conversation, you looked ready to throw me off of a bridge," I explained.
