a/n: modern au. (told in really short snippets) i don't own reign!
He spotted her out, across the dark room. Spots of glittering light fell on her face. She laughed, and it didn't matter that there was no light.
Sebastian's tie hung loose, drooping around his chest. He hated these events- dances. But she would be here. She was here. In a deep purple dress, dark hair swept from her face.
He should wait. No, he shouldn't be doing this at all. But he saw her, and his heart ached in his chest.
His half brother's now ex-girlfriend.
The one person who he couldn't have. But something about her- he'd lost it. For all his loyalty, he fell over himself.
So his brother was dancing with Olivia Whatever-her-name-was, Mary was alone, and he was helpless. That sounded about right.
There eyes met. Just for a second. She made her way through the nearest door. Negotiating a clear path, he followed in slow motion.
"This is my-" Francis said. "This is Mary."
Bash raised his eyebrows. She was something else. "The new girl."
"Old new girl." She smiled.
That was right- she'd gone to elementary school with them.
Now she was... all grown up.
"Is he keeping you waiting again?"
"Politics." She rolled her eyes, referring to Francis' role in student government. It kept him rather occupied. And kept her sitting on the stone steps leading up to the glossy school.
Bash tossed his football in her direction. She caught it, and he raised his brows. She was nothing like the other girls here. "Is that what they teach you in Catholic school?"
She laughed, tossing it back in a near perfect spiral. She liked Bash. He talked to a lot of people, but didn't run with any clique. He was a football player, but he didn't sit with the popular people, and he certainly didn't play games.
"It's not right," he said. "Him to keep you waiting like he does."
She shrugged. What could she do?
"Did you know?"
She referred to Olivia. The supposed ex. The supposed ex who Francis would be taking to co-ed. Who he ultimately be crowned king with. Her heart hurt- but not the way she thought it would.
She wasn't crying. Not quite.
He shook his head, slowly. "It was possible-" there really was nothing he could say. "But I didn't think-" He folded his hands, unsure what to do with them. "Why would he need anyone else- he had you."
She looked up. Sweet, gorgeous, honest Bash. Who'd been there the whole time...
On an impulse, she put herself forward, taking what he wouldn't: she kissed him.
She stopped outside, waiting for him in front school.
"Mary," he said. All their furtive meetings, and jealousy consumed him. He'd told himself he'd stop. Told himself tonight was the night. Out of some misplaced loyalty to a brother who hadn't bothered for the same.
"Bash."
Hesitantly, he looked at her. She stepped in closer.
"Mary," he said again, meaning to say whatever he'd meant to say. But...
He took her into a kiss. Pulled away to breathe. She pulled back in. Hands in his hair. Hands under her legs. Pushing her up against a brick wall.
"We should-"
"Stop," she whispered, pressing herself to him more desperately. Feelings she couldn't feel for Francis- for propriety or for keeping-face or for whatever it was... she knew what he was going to say. And she couldn't let him rob her of this.
"No," he said, intoxicated by the smell of her perfume and the feel of her legs and the softness of her face. What was he waiting for? What were they waiting for? They could deal with the rest later. "We should get out of here."
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