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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I'm Sorry
"You should've told me, Idiot."
He's here. I'm so happy.
My eyes started to sting slightly. I rubbed them roughly to prevent myself from tearing up. It was hard to contain the happiness that came from him showing up at my front door. Even if it was almost eleven at night, none of it mattered. I was grateful.
"I'm sorry," I apologized.
"Did I wake you up?"
"No, I was awake," I blurted, moving my hand.
His black hair cascaded down his face and stuck to his forehead. He wore a black, tight-fitting long sleeve V-neck. It clung to his skin. His jeans had various splotch patterns on the top. It took me a moment to realize he was soaked down to the bone from the rain.
"Did you run here?!" I almost screeched, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside.
He followed with no resistance. The door shut with a bang behind me, rattling the glass. My heart was frantically beating in my chest from the thought of Sebastian getting sick.
"No, I came on my bike."
"A bike?"
"My motorcycle," he clarified.
"You have one?" I questioned, going to get a towel from a nearby closet.
"Yeah."
"That's cool. I've always wanted to ride on one," I explained.
"You'd probably get yourself killed," Sebastian snickered.
"You're probably right." I smiled. "How'd you even know it was my birthday?"
He let out a small grunt. "Someone made it pretty clear to me."
I grinned. "Was it Danny?"
"Yeah," he muttered.
"You follow each other on Instagram?"
He nodded.
"Well, I'm glad you came," I said, my tone bright.
"No problem."
With a fluffy white towel in my hands, I walked up to Sebastian. When he was finally in front of me, I beckoned him to bend down. His eyebrow quirked.
"Bend down a little. You're too tall for me to reach."
"I can do it myself."
"It's my fault you got soaked."
"That's not true."
"At least let me do this much," I pleaded, giving him my best puppy eyes.
He flinched, immediately moving his gaze from me. A deep sigh left his lips and made his chest heave. My smile began to grow with the realization that I won. He seemed to notice as well.
