Sebastian's P.O.V.

I'm out a club with Thad when I get a call from Hunter later that week on Friday night. I walk outside one of the back doors before I answer. He's probably about to hang up when I finally get there,

"Hey, Hunter, what's up?"

"Nothing much," he replies, "Are you home?"

"Um, no," I answer, "I'm out with Thad. Why?"

"Oh. Where are you guys?"

"Just at a club downtown, are you at home?"

"Yeah," he sounds displeased, "What are you doing clubbing anyway? Don't you have homework or something to do?"

I sigh, "It's Friday night, babe. And we're getting some drinks and hanging out. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, whatever." he mutters, not convinced, "For future reference, I don't want you doing stuff like that without telling me, okay? Especially if you're going to be drinking, I know how you get..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, offended.

"It is what it is. Just, promise you won't pull this again?"

"Pull what? I'm not doing anything wrong." I argue, starting to get frustrated.

"Sebastian," he says sternly, "I'm your boyfriend, if I don't want you getting drunk with a bunch of strangers and creeps, you're not going to do it, understood?"

"But, Hunter, I-"

"Understood?" he repeats.

"Fine," I reply, "Whatever you say."

"Good," he mutters, hos voice softening, "Anyway, I was calling you about that apartment idea you had. Jeff likes the idea, so I guess it's a deal. Are you guys busy on Monday?"

"Thad and I get out of class around four, does that work?" I ask, still a little upset about our last conversation.

"Um, yeah, that should be fine," he answers, "We'll pick you guys up at say 4:30 to look at apartments."

"Yeah, sure." I reply, "Well, I gotta go, I'll call you before I go to sleep."

"Okay, stay out of trouble."

"Kay. Bye."

"Bye."

I hang up my phone, frustrated. I love Hunter to death, but he can be really controlling sometimes. If I want to go out with some friends every now and again, I feel like I should have the right to do that. But at the same time, I feel I can't really argue with him. He's temperamental and always right, I don't have much choice but to agree with him most of the time.

Thad walks out of the club with Nick, one of our friends, "What's up dude?" he asks.

I sigh, "Nothing. Hunter called and he's just being a pain in the ass."

"Hunter's your new boyfriend, right?" Nick asks.

I nod, frowning slightly, "Yeah."

Thad pets me on the shoulder, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." I lie, not really wanting to talk about it.

Nick sighs, "Well that doesn't sound very honest. Come on, dude, what's going on?"

"Hunter just doesn't want me going out and stuff, that's all." I answer.

"Like clubbing and stuff?" Thad asks.

I nod, "Yeah. I told him I was just hanging out with you guys, but he didn't seem to care."

Nick gives me a worried look, "Sounds a little psycho to me. How long have you even been together?"

"Not long enough." I comment with a grimace.

Thad gives me a small smile, "Come on, dude. Let's head back in and forget about Hunter."

"I'd better not," I reply, "Forgetting about Hunter is the equivalent of getting too drunk and cheating on him. Not such a good idea."

Nick grabs my arm, "Come on, man. I'll keep you out of trouble. Just come back inside and try and relax."

"Fine," I reply reluctantly, letting them drag me back into the club.

When we go back in, I feel guilty just being there. Even though I had disagreed with what Hunter had said, I still told him that I would do it. I sigh, sipping on a beer and leaning against the wall. I just can't seem to get it together with him. I'm either obsessing over his every move or wallowing in how difficult it is to be with him. I feel like there's no right answer and it's killing.

My train of thought is stopped when I see someone approaching me. He's pretty good looking, probably in his late twenties, brown hair blue eyes and a killer smile. "Hey," he greets me, "What's a knock out like you doing alone against a wall?"

I smirk, "Killing some time I guess.?

He puts his hand on my shoulder, "Well I can think of a few better ways of doing that. Dance with me."

I shake my head, frowning a little, "I would if I could but I can't."

He raises an eyebrow, "And why is that?"

I sigh, "My boyfriend. He's pissed off at me enough just because I'm here. I don't want to feed the fire."

He rolls his eyes, "Well he must not be a very good boyfriend, then, huh? The least he could do is be here with you."

I shrug, "Yeah, maybe. But either way, I can't."

He moves his hand from my shoulder and strokes my cheek, "You are way too pretty to be tied up, you know... Besides, your boyfriend isn't gonna find out, anyway. I'd sure as hell take you home if I could, but I'm just asking you to dance with me."

I give him a fake smile, "I'm not really in a dancing mood, thanks anyway."

"Well maybe you would be once you started," he continues, "Your drink's almost empty, let me get you another one."

"Don't," I reply right before he walks away, "I've had more than enough as it is. A couple more and I actually would let you take me home."

"All the more reason," he says with a wink, walking towards the bar.

I toss my bottle in a trash bin, not sure where to go. My instinct is telling me to just run off and go home, but truth be told, I don't really want to. All that would happen if I did that would I be I just lie awake for three hours over thinking everything that's wrong in my life. I sigh, wandering around but not going far.

A few minutes later the guy I was just talking to approaches me, handing me a drink, "Hey, there you are."

I look over at him, "Hey."

He smirks, "I was afraid you'd run out on me or something." he says with a laugh.

"Nawh," I comment, "I thought about it, but I guess I changed my mind."

He grins, "Well I'm glad you had a change of heart."

"I guess," I reply thoughtless, downing half my drink at once.

"Rough night?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

I nod, finishing the rest of it, "Yeah pretty much."

He leads me to the dance floor, but I get brutally dizzy half way there.

"Hey, um," I mutter, "I don't, I don't feel so good all of a sudden. Can we go sit down somewhere?"

"Sure thing," he replies, putting his arm around me for support.

He takes me outside and sits me down on the steps but I don't feel any better. My mind is spinning and my vision is blurry. My head feels like it's about to hit the pavement.

I look up at him, "I, I think I'm getting sick or something."

He pets me on the back and before I know it, I'm losing consciousness.