A/N: Sorry about this chapter not being posted sooner! But here it is... I'll give you reasons why at the end.

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(Olivia Lennox)

Sebastian was already at our station when I entered the room. Unlike the previous times when I was in this classroom, I had no plan. I didn't want to fish for information and I didn't want to invoke jealousy. All I needed to do was get through this rather awkward predicament we always found ourselves in and then talk to him after class. What I was going to tell him, I had no clue... If I told him that my favorite color was the green that matched his eyes, then that would suffice. I just had to tell him something that would express where I stood exactly when it came to us.

I was tired of playing games. I was too bruised from them and they were just a waste of time. If I just had the guts to tell him on the soccer field when we both apologized that I didn't want to just be friends, then maybe we would've already had our one hundredth make-out and gave each other silly mix CDs... or we would've been miserable around each other because he only wanted to be friends and I couldn't just be that. Either way, I would've had an answer.

Setting my stuff down on the lab table, I gave Sebastian an off-shoot of his signature smile. "Hey," I greeted softly.

Sebastian seemed surprised by my amicable state. He probably thought I would be staring daggers at him. I normally would if he was any other boy. But he was Sebastian... and I couldn't be mad at him.

"Hey," he let out breathlessly.

An awkward silence ensued. I didn't know exactly how to broach the 'hey, I wanna talk to you about Saturday night' without it seemingly like I was A.) being a stalker, B.) being jealous, or C.) being random.

I glanced over at Sebastian to find him looking at me. He looked as if he wanted to say something. His cheeks became a little rosy as he embarrassedly looked away and then right back at me. "I was--"

Mrs. Plainview began to clap to get the class's attention.

Dammit woman! The bell hasn't even rang. Will you shut the fuck up?!

I didn't look over at her, I just kept looking at Sebastian, willing him to finish what he started. However, whatever Sebastian was going to say, he seemed to have lost his guts to do it. He just gave me small goofy smile as if apologizing.

We had the worst timing.

Fate hates me.

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(Viola Hastings as Sebastian Hastings)

Olivia's gaze knocked me senseless. Her honest blue eyes seemed to be laced by want. It was a look I'd been dying to see since the library make-out, and there it was, staring back at me unabashedly.

Feeling embarrassed for gawking and a little unnerved by how alluring she was in that moment, I looked all around the white, sterile classroom to see that we were all alone. No one could be found. It was just Olivia and I sitting at our lab station.

What the...?

"Viola," Olivia coquettishly began as she rounded the table leisurely, letting her fingertips lightly slide across the cool table top. I felt chills run all over my body -- the memory of her fingers gently grabbing the nape of my neck while her warm breath grazed over my skin.

I felt my palms become sweaty and my breathing pick up watching her coming around towards me with that carnal thirst in her eyes. Her blue eyes locked with mine made me feel both at home and electric.

Olivia finally stood before me with an impish smile sliding across her lips while her eyes pierced me. Neither of us said a thing. We only looked at each other, knowing that words were not necessary.

Leaning down towards me, Olivia crashed her lips against me inarticulately. It was like all of the pent up tension and frustration exploded like an atom bomb, leaving total destruction to all of the walls we had built in vain to protect our hearts against one another.

She was just like how I remembered her -- earnest and amorous. It was as if we were picking up from where left off last time. However, unlike last time, walls weren't really around, so we had to improvise. Getting up off of my stool, I guided Olivia up against the lab station. As soon as we had that little extra support, that's when all our inhibitions vanished.

Olivia roughly untucked my dress shirt. Feeling her slide hands up my shirt, running them over the small of my back and stomach, I almost started having heart palpitations, which caused me to stop kissing her for a second.

The blue eyed girl must've not liked this because she grabbed my red tie and pulled me commandingly into another kiss. She slid her tongue leisurely into my mouth and entangled it with mine familiarly.

Her efforts were ravenous and contagious, so much so that I found my hand inching quite wantonly up Olivia's skirt. Her skirt's fabric coarsely ran over the back of my hand while her smooth skin seemed to covet my touch. The action caused Olivia to moan approvingly into our kiss, making my heart beat dangerously fast.

"Sebastian?" Olivia asked.

Why did she call me that?

"Hmm?" I murmured back as I continued to my willful ascent.

"Did you sleep during the whole lecture?"

Suddenly, I realized that I was not, in fact, kissing Olivia nor had I been.

The dreamworld is where the party is at...

Are you fucking drunk? Snap out of it!

Picking my head up off of the lab table, I wiped my eyes sleepily. The brightly lit room burned my eyes slightly. Even if I did only dream about kissing Olivia... It was way better than staying awake and listening to Mrs. Plainview ramble on and on about things that didn't interest me.

Laughing at my stupidity, I answered, "Yeah."

She looked like she was hiding something, but after a few seconds, Olivia cracked a smile and started to laugh lightly. "Gosh, you're hopeless."

You have no idea!

Barely blushing, I conceded with a shrug and a shameless smile. "I can't help myself."

We were flowing... just like the good ol' days almost. The only thing missing was the comfortable silences in between topics, and the only reason those were absent was because we wanted to say things but, for whatever reason, we didn't. Why? Because we were either too afraid to say them or too proud.I was tired of being both ways...

"Hey Liv," I started, having finally letting my determination win. Olivia looked up at me with expectant eyes. God, those blue eyes -- you could be the most unwavering person, but as soon you looked into those kind, dancing eyes, you would be lost in the space between reality and fantasy.

Shaking my head a bit to regain my senses, I continued on without looking at her directly. "I was wondering if you wanna go on a walk with me tonight. Maybe talk about everything that's happened over the past few weeks? Just, y'know, clear the air."

It seemed like I proposed the right idea and asked the right questions because Olivia nodded almost immediately after the words left my mouth. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," she responded with excitement slipping in.

"Cool! Well, like usual, I have soccer practice until five. Does five-thirty sound all right?"

"Sounds good to me," Olivia responded.

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(Olivia Lennox)

"So?" Maria asked as she linked her arm with mine as I walked out of the classroom.

I couldn't suppress a faint smile, which my best friend definitely saw. "He wants to talk."

Maria smiled a little too -- a good sign that whatever was going on was going on correctly. "Well, it's about time!"

We walked outside, towards our dorm on the other side of campus.

"He probably realized what a tool he's been," Maria continued as she looked back towards the practice pitch quickly.

I shrugged, "I don't know. I'd say both of us have been acting that way."

Maria and I didn't say anything for a while. We both were thinking about what the talk was going to entail. Would everything come out into the open? Was I going to be okay with whatever conclusion we reached -- good or bad? Did Sebastian just want to see if I liked Kia; and if he did, why was I subjected to his ignorance?

Questions... Questions... Questions... Go away.

"What do you think will happen?" Maria finally asked. It was bound to happen.

Sighing and then looking down at my feet, I openly said, "No clue. I'm not even going to try to predict what will happen because it never does. So yeah."

Maria nodded. "Then, let me rephrase. What do you want to happen?"

I flicked a rock with my foot weakly. I liked a lot to happen. I'd like honesty; I'd like goofy smiles in abundance; I'd like side glances; and I'd like Sebastian to finally give me a chance.

"I want closure," I simply put. "I just want all of this frustration, second-guessing, and confusion to end. I'm tired of worrying. I think we're both going into this talk with those things in mind."

"Nicely put, Liv," Maria softly said as she gave me a small nudge.

I laughed softly.

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(Viola Hastings as Sebastian Hastings)

"So y'all are just gonna talk?" Duke asked as he pushed himself up off of the ground when Coach Dinklage blew his whistle to signal the end of practice.

I was so weak, I just sat on the ground with heavy arms. Fifty push-ups was forty too many for me. "Yeah, we need to get on the same page already."

"For real!" Toby huffed loudly as he rolled onto his back.

Andrew got up off of the ground gingerly. "You guys have so much subtext, that I feel like I'm watching an episode of One Tree Hill when I'm around y'all."

Toby and Duke looked at Andrew as if he just said the worst thing ever. But I had to hand it to Andrew, he was right. It was what wasn't said that spoke the loudest.

"I know, I know! It's just, gosh... No matter how much I want to say something to her, I either chicken out or I think of how she has Gabe, which makes me chicken out."

Duke extended his hand to me, which I took, causing me to almost be catapulted into the atmosphere when Duke pulled to me to my feet. "Well," Duke said as he looked me directly in the eye, "don't let your head mess with you. You know what needs to be said, so say it."

"It's not that easy," I shot back as I squinted towards the sidelines, making out half of the team surrounding the water bottles.

Duke shook his head. "It should be though. If you're willing to go out on a limb, you'll say whatever feels right."

"Yeah," Toby said as he slowly got up from the ground, "get yourself out there."

Andrew came over a gave me a hearty pat. "If she didn't like you, she wouldn't be agreeing to clear the air. There's something there that one of you needs to pursue and acknowledge out loud. Then the other will too."

Wow. Was I teaching the choir how to sing all along? Were these the same boys that were hopeless when it came to hitting on girls?

"What time is it?" I asked flatly as I looked down at my cleats.

Duke shielded his eyes and looked over at the tower's clock. "Five o'nine."

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(Olivia Lennox)

Walking down to the practice field, I saw that practice was already over since no one was on the field. I decided to wait for Sebastian on the bleachers until he came out of the team locker room.

I was slightly nervous, but, if anything, I was okay with the situation. I didn't have a upside-down stomach... or a cluttered head, so I knew that I wouldn't be as rash as I had been lately.

I watched the sun slowly slide down the orange and red sky, hoping this talk would reap good things and not resentment. I didn't have to sit long with that on my mind though because that's when Sebastian emerged from the locker room.

He looked like he always did -- handsome. I couldn't help but smile just at his silhouette as he stopped and looked at the same sunset I had been staring at only moments earlier. I wondered what he was thinking about -- if I was on his mind.

"Sebastian!" I called out to him finally as I decided not to extend the wait.

He turned around to find me looking at him up in the stands. I motioned for him to come up, which he immediately started to do.

Don't choke.

Hey now! We're supposed to be on the same team!

"Hey," Sebastian greeted lightly as he took a seat next to me. His green eyes matched his goofy smile, but I could tell that this talk we were going to have was weighing on his mind.

"Hey yourself," I responded as I looked down at my feet.

"So..." Sebastian started, which caused me to look over at him again. He had his head bent down with an awkward smile in place of his signature one.

Exhaling softly, I decided that I was going to have to take the reigns. But where was I going to start?

The beginning is always good.

Nodding to myself, I turned towards my crush. "I'm going to be completely honest, and I hope that you won't be freaked out by it."

Sebastian didn't say anything. He only sat there waiting for whatever I was going to say, looking uneasy and hopeful at the same time.

"When we ran into each other," I laughed at the memory, "I liked you. I mean, I really liked you. But, for some reason, you never really seemed to feel the same way about me. Until --"

"The library that one day," Sebastian cut in softly without looking at me.

Smiling slightly, I continued on, "Exactly... And we both know how that one ended."

"Miserably," Sebastian answered embarrassedly.

A horrible numb feeling exploded in my gut as I remembered Sebastian running out of the library, leaving me behind with only insecure questions and a broken heart. But I shook the feeling away. I never wanted to remember it again.

"Look," Sebastian said flatly, looking over at me with a sober yet sad look in his eyes. "I'm not gonna lie, I like you. But I understand that you're with Gabe... and you seem to forget the very thought of me when you're around him. I know -- I get it." And at that, Sebastian got up from his seat and looked out at the soccer field. "You don't have to explain why we wouldn't work out."

I felt like someone just threw a curve ball that slammed into my head. "Wait! What?"

Sebastian continued to look at the soccer field glumly. "You don't need to worry about me, Olivia. I get that you're happy with Gabe. He's a good guy."

Feeling a little bit miffed about our incessant communication troubles, I grabbed Sebastian's wrist and yanked him back down into his seat aggressively.

I cannot believe how idiotic we both are!

"Okay, I'm going to try and say this as plainly as possible so you won't take it any other way other than what it means." I spat out as I looked Sebastian directly in the eye. He looked shocked by my outright earnest state. "I still like you, Sebastian. And I don't like anyone else."

Confusion was plastered all over the poor boy's face. "B-but, what about Gabe?"

"Gabe... Gabe was just a person I used to make you jealous."

His eyes were wide with wonderment. "So that means --"

"It was all a silly charade," I responded quickly.

Sebastian looked away from me and back out at the soccer field. He looked paler than usual. He seemed to have so many things shooting through his head at once. But finally, he licked his dry lips and cleared his throat, which didn't help his shaky voice. "I've got to tell you something, Olivia," Sebastian said barely above a whisper.

His sickly state made me wonder exactly what he was going to tell me. "What is it, Sebastian?" I let out lowly, panic jilting my voice unsteadily.

"It's exactly that," he replied as he looked over at me. "My name's not Sebastian."

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A/N: This has been the most difficult chapter I've ever written in my life. I practically had to pull teeth to write it... I usually just walk away when a story gives me so much trouble (this one did, you have no idea). But I didn't because I knew how many people were enjoying it, and I knew y'all deserved a completed story -- not saying this is complete yet. So I'm sticking with it despite no muse. I'm a muse kind of writer, too... So it's very troublesome not to have one. So yeah.

I hope this chapter at least fed the need for an update!

Thanks for all of your support and I'm sorry for not being able to update more promptly.