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"Gennie are you even listening?"
"Hmm? Yeah I was... I just..." She sighs. "No, no not really," she confesses. She and I both lay on her bed tucked underneath the covers, looking up at the ceiling. The bed's a double, so we can both fit on it, but a double really only means a one person bed with enough space to stretch out, so we have to lay rather close together. Back home in New York, or what was once our home, we would often lay together when we had a sleepover even though she and I both had a spare bed in our room. I guess it was a way of being safe. We had done it ever since we were little and had never broken the habit. I know it seems a little childish, but I'm glad neither of us decided that we were to old for it yet.
"You know, you keep complaining that I never tell you anything, but when I do, you never listen." I whine. I needed someone to talk to about this whole Sebastian thing and I had originally thought about talking to Kurt but A) I didn't want to make him think I was annoying and B) I felt guilty about going to Kurt last time, so I figured I'd give Gennie a chance.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so focused on what happened during my night out." I sigh. I guess there'd be a Skype call with Kurt later.
"Well if you're not going to listen to me at least tell me how your night went instead of drooling all over your pillow."
"Hey! I am not drooling."
"You might as well be," I mumble. She jams her elbow into my side.
"Ouch!" I squeal and then start giggling.
"Shh!" Gennie says while giggling. I cover my mouth; I'm surprised the people next door never come knocking on ours, upset with us. Daily... "If you want me to tell you, then don't get sassy with me."
I laugh. "Well sorry. And I know you want to tell me anyways."
She sits up really fast. "I know! Okay so we went out for coffee right? And things were going so so you know?" I want to tell her no, but I think that'd qualify as being sassy. "And then this smokin hot babe walks in the shop." Wait what, I think to myself.
"Gennie, I thought you said you were going to get coffee with Jeff?" She shrugs.
"Yeah, so?"
"Then why were you paying attention to some other guy?" I sit up too. "I know that when a super hot looking guy walks into a room it's hard not to stare, but usually when you're on a date with someone, you try not to look." She shrugs again.
"Jeff's nice, but I'm not really interested in him in that way."
"What!? All this week you've been talking about how amazing he is. Now you're suddenly not interested?"
"Well I was." I give her a 'yeah right' look. "I was! But then we hung ou and decided that friends is the better way to go." I can't believe her but I also can't judge considering my position right now.
"Alright," I say in defeat. "Just so long as I don't hear about how you made a mistake and how sad you are without him." She nods vigorously.
"Oh I promise." I nod. Gennie was defiantly one of those girls who was afraid of any relationship that could go anywhere. I mean if you're all up for fooling around instead of settling down go for it. But there's a point in everyone's life where they decide that they don't want to be alone anymore. I hope Gennie realizes that and doesn't push the next nice guy she meets away.
The next morning starts out like every other one since we've been here. I get up first, and take a shower, then I get Gennie up because she refuses to be woken by an alarm. Gennie grumbles and groans until she gets to the bathroom. I ponder over what to wear and then settle for this skirt or that skirt, since I can't really show off any of my shirts underneath my blazer. I think about wearing a nice pair of dress pants but then put on a tight chocolate brown skirt. Maybe I'll wear a pair of heels today. I don't know.
Next Gennie comes out of the bathroom with her towel rapped securely around herself, complaining how cold the shower was, steam practically streaming into our room behind her. "Oh really?" I ask sarcastically. Sometimes she just needs something to complain about. Even if she really isn't bothered by it.
"You look good," She says, ignoring my sarcasm. "Are you going to put your hair up or wear it out? I don't want to do the same thing as you."
"Um I think I'll wear it out." Gennie gives me a frown that says she was hoping I'd vote for the other option. "I can make it wavey if that'll help." I reason. She smiles.
"Okay!" She takes her customary blazer, shirt and tie and heads back into the bathroom. "Hey Kels you like to sing right?" She shouts from behind the door. I let out a short laugh and roll my eyes.
"Yes, but only when I'm doing the dishes." I sit down at the little desk we have all our make-up and hair products set on and start to curl my hair.
"Yeah I know, but I've always said you had a beautiful singing voice."
My eyebrows try their hardest to connect with each other as I try to guess where she's going with this. "Yeah so? Gennie where are you going with this?"
"Well Jeff was telling me about how he's a Warbler and that we should defiantly join." I sigh.
"Okay, but A) what's a Warbler? And B) what's a Warbler?" I assumed it had to do with singing, but I really didn't feel like joining a choir group right now.
"Well it's a glee club and I know what you're thinking, but think of all the hot babes that will be there."
"Gennie I'm not joining a glee club. That's so ninth grade."
"Sebastian's in it." I can feel my face go red.
'S-so?"
"Oh, I just thought you'd be more willing to join if your 'boyfriend' was in it." She says. She's trying to manipulate me any way she can and I can confess I wouldn't mind spending more time with him.
"Gennie, he's not my boyfriend!"
"Oh?" She says while walking out of the bathroom. She has on a pair of dark leggings that I'm not sure fit the dress code, but then again we are the first girls here so they'll probably make an exception.
"W-well not really anyways. He said that we can 'break up'..." I make air quotations when I say this. "...When the trip to meet his parents is over." She nods.
"And will you be able to 'break up' with him?" She copies my air quote motion.
"Yes!" I'm astonished with how little faith she has in me, but then I think of it. "Maybe," I mumble." She smirks. "It's just so hard! I really like him and he's supe hot! I practically have to stop myself from french kissing him ever friggen time he opens his mouth!" I finish curling my hair and then take a brush through it a couples of times, so that the curls loosen a bit into waves.
"What on earth am I going to do?" I whine as I plop down on my bed. Gennie walks over to the table and starts blow drying her hair.
"Well I guess the best thing to do is look at his flaws." I roll my eyes and lay back letting my hair engulf the most part of the end of the bed.
"It's impossible. This guy is like a god, he's so perfect."
"What about the fact that he's so blunt? I mean he has no filter."
"He's not that bad." I sit up. "I mean he can't be worse than you."
"Really? Or how about the fact that he spends his free time chasing after any guy that will sleep with him?"
I frown, and my heart sinks a little. I don't want her to be right but she is. Sebastian is far from the sweet momma's boy that I usually go for.
"There!" She says after drying, and straightening her hair. "How does it look?"
"Perfect," I mumble grumpily. "You know Kurt said that a person like me could change a person like Sebastian." I say hopefully.
Gennie huffs. "Well I guess it's possible, but I don't know why you'd bother. Kelsi just remember that he's gay. There's no way he could fall in love with you." I nod sadly. I loved her honesty. It really makes me come back to reality when I think this way.
Just then there's a knock at the door. "It's probably Jeff," Gennie says as she gets up. "He was going to show me the rehearsal room for the Warblers before class. You should come with." She gets to the door and opens it. A smile spread far across her face, but then it fades and she steps aside. "It's for you." She says while motioning Sebastian to come into the room.
I stand up quickly and pat down my skirt. He gives her his signature smirk, not fazed by the fact that she referred to him as an 'it'. He walks in, his hands in his pockets. His blazer is parted just a bit. Enough to show his tucked shirt underneath. His hair styled the exact same way as always. I seriously wonder if he has an instruction manual back in his room, it's so perfect.
"You ready?" He says. It's just like Sebastian to skip the small talk. How ya doing Kelsi? I'm not bad how about you? I play out a little scene in my head. I'm good. Gennie nice seeing you again.
"Ready for what?" I finally answer.
"I'm walking you to class." He says. There's no emotion in his voice. He isn't picking me up as a romantic gesture, he's doing it as if it's a job that needs getting done.
"Sebastian we have like forty minutes before class starts. Gennie and I usually hang and then walk to class together afterwards." Just like clockwork Jeff walks up to the door and gives it a small knock.
"Morning." A the sight of him Gennie practically jumps over her bed and grabs her purse.
"Sorry Kels, but see ya. You two have fun!" And with that I'm alone with Sebastian, the door still open letting anyone who wants to eavesdrop do so. I can't help but feeling betrayed since Gennie didn't back me up.
"So I guess your mornings free then?" I roll my eyes and can't help but smile.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" He smiles and lets out a slight laugh. I'm pretty sure it's the first time I've actual seen him find something truly amusing. It's so cute that I have to dig my fingers into my arm in order to stop myself from awing.
He shrugs and continues to smile. "Maybe a little."
"Sebastian I..."
"Kelsi look," he cuts me off. "If we're going to be a couple then you've got to put a little more effort into things." Geez that hurt. I've never put less then a hundred percent into any challenge I've ever tackled.
"Screw you, I don't need that from you. I'm doing more of a favor then you ever did for me." I cross my arms in front of myself. He huffs almost in disgust. "And I don't knew your sass either. Either drop it now or I'm done." He pulls his hands out of his pockets and slouches a little.
"I'm sorry." He says. I shift my weight and lessen my frown.
"Mean it?" He nods.
"Mean it." He says in a sincere voice.
"You don't have to be so mean either." Sebastian rolls his eyes.
"And you don't have to be so sensitive." I give him a look that says 'I'm warning you' and he just gives me a goofy smile back. I can't help but smile too. He's so hot!
I start to giggle but then stop. "Sometimes being sensitive is a good thing." He shrugs.
"Not really. It just means you can be hurt more easily." Really? I think to myself. If he knew that then why on earth is he always so mean around me. "Sorry," He mumbles as if he had just processed his words.
"It's okay," I say while strolling over to him and putting my hands on his shoulders. He's about six some so I have to stand on my tippy toes a bit, but I like that.
"Kelsi?" He whispers. Yes? I think. I've wanted you this entire time, He says. He kisses me passionately and then scoops me up and carry's me to my bed. Yeah no, non of that happened, but oh how I wish it did...
"Yes?" I moan.
"If you get any closer you're going to give me a hickie." I realize I have my eyes closed from my day dream and once I open them I realize that my lips are all but resting on his neck. I gasp and pull away.
"Oh my word, I'm so sorry!" I say while trying hard not to show my blushing face but it's no use. I'm serious if girls could get a boner...
He bursts out with laughter, to my surprise and embarrassment. "It's not funny!" I whine. He smiles. An open mouth smile! Oh my god his teeth are so white! I smile back and roll my eyes. "Come on," I say while pulling at the sleeve of his jacket. "We have like twenty minutes before we should head to class. Let's sit down and chat." He winces and thinks about it for a second, but then allows me to pull him further into the room.
"Come on," I say in a more encouraging tone. I st down on my bed and he does the same. There's a moment of silence before anyone says anything.
"I hear you and Gennie are joining the Warblers." He states more than asks. I roll my eyes again.
"Who told you that?"
"Jeff." I nod. Gennie probably said we'd join without questioning it.
"Yeah... I'm not so sure I want to." I say suggestively.
"Why not?"
"I just don't want to sing in front of other people."
"Why?" I want to put my hands around his neck and strangle him.
"Sebastian you're doing it again!"
"Doing what!?" He giggles.
"You know what." I slap his arm lightly and then lean my head on his shoulder. I can feel him tense up a bit bu then he loosens up and even brushes aside a strand of hair that'd covered my face. I smile and look up into his eyes. He smiles back. It's the first time I've ever seen him look truly relaxed. He didn't have anything to prove in this room, so he wasn't being his usual annoying self. But for some reason I didn't mind him that way, just so long as he didn't pull that crap on me. This was the Sebastian I liked.
I couldn't control myself I tilted my head upwards and stole a kiss from him. It tasted so amazing. I know it's weird to say taste, as if I'm talking about food, but it did. I wanted it so badly and for so long that I had to do it or risk exploding. He doesn't kiss back though. Not until I've kissed him for almost a minute. I'm so relieved when he does. He cups my chin in his hand and kisses me so passionately that I knew we were meant to be.
When our kiss finally ends it's him who pulls away first. He smiles at me and I'm about to go in for round to when he stops me. "They're gone." He says.
"What?" I ask.
"I'm surprised Kelsi, I didn't think you had it in you." I says while standing up. I have no idea what he's talking about, but then I remember the open door. My heart sinks and I can't help feeling so stupid. I turn my head to see people walking by and whispering. In Sebastian's head, his plan is probably working greatly, but I just want to cry. I can hear Gennie's words in my head telling me to be careful not to let my feelings for him cloud my judgment, but it was to late. I had tasted a bit of Sebastian Smythe and I wanted more.