So, late update, I know. I had this finished for a while but I NEVER GOT TO A COMPUTER!
But everything changed when the AkakuShinigami-and-I-went-to-the-horse-together nation attacked.
Translation: Rachel and I went to the horse and were talking about fanfictions when, BOOM, I had a thought!
Now, I know what you're thinking. You're leaning against your desk and saying a snarky voice, careful, don't hurt yourself, and everyone in you're whole family comes rushing in youre room, and all of you're dead grandparents rise from their graves, and everyone, aunts, uncles, grandparents, nieces, nephews, cousins, second cousins who you've only met once because they live in Germany and don't speak English, etc. In unision, they all say, why are you talking to yourself?! You turn slowly, get a devilish glint in your eye, and say like a boss ass villian in a super hero movie (like Loki AIFJEKSNFIRIEJFJCHAHKFISB BAD IDEA FANGIRL ATTACK TJWKCJSLENFJ) and say, I wasn't talking to myself. I was talking to a random person I've never met on the internet. And end it all with an evil laugh.
Wow, that was not supposed to go on that long. That probably won't happen to you. In fact, half of you probably aren't even at a desk, or have second cousins who live in Germany.
Back to my thought.
Now, I know what you're thinking. You're leaning against your desk and saying a snarky voice, careful, don't hurt yourself, and everyone in you're whole family comes rushing in youre room, and all of you're dead grandparents rise from their graves, and everyone, aunts, uncles, grandparents, nieces, nephews, cousins, second cousins who you've only met once because they live in Germany and don't speak English, etc. In unision, they all say, why are you talking to yourself?! You turn slowly, get a devilish glint in your eye, and say like a boss ass villian in a super hero movie (like Loki AIFJEKSNFIRIEJFJCHAHKFISB BAD IDEA FANGIRL ATTACK TJWKCJSLENFJ) and say, I wasn't talking to myself. I was talking to a random person I've never met on the internet. And end it all with an evil laugh.
See, this is why I can never get anything done. Like reading my three Stephen King books that have to be read by May 15. I need to do that. I should postpone fanfictions and do that because, sorry, my English grade is more important than you.
IM SORRY! I LOVE YOU ALL, BUT MY ENGLISH GRADE!
Oh yeah, and I should also start that speech on the Renaissance that's due in three days.
And I'm hungry. BUT THE CHICKEN AND RICE FROM LAST NIGHT IS SO FAR AWAY!
You know what? Never mind. I'm not going to even try.
Sebastian went a week watching Adalyn discreetly, the way her shoulders move slightly when she walks, the way her hair slides back and forth across her back, how she only carries the strap of her book bag on her left shoulder. He caught her casting him longing glances over his way from time to time. He began to think that its possible that she had lied that Tuesday. He couldn't possibly imagine why, but that would explain the hushed conversations she would have with her friend that involved glances his way.
He only needed one bottle of Vodka, so he was pretty proud of himself. According to his phone he called Clary, although he has no recollection of that. He hoped it wasn't too bad.
In French he sat behind Adalyn, which gave him a chance to watch her without seeming stalkerish. They spoke as little as possible in English, pretending that they were complete strangers.
Adalyn wished that she could get closer to him, but at the same time, didn't.
Sebastian knew that he wasn't just going to let her get away, and was content with this arrangement until he either planned how to kidnap her or planned a different way to get close to her.
Things were sped up for him in science, when the teacher assigned a large partner project. She was picking the partners.
...
Not him, Adalyn prayed. Anyone but him. She hoped she would get with Ericka, but knew that probably wasn't going to happen.
The teacher began calling out the names. Neither her name, Ericka's name, or his name was called at the beginning. Cameron's was, during the middle. He got paired up with a quiet boy in the class.
"Adalyn and..." The teacher called out. Adalyn's name was on the end of the paper. The teacher fumbled with it as she tried to get the the paper underneath. Meanwhile, Adalyn crossed her fingers and clenched her teeth, hoping that she wouldn't get him.
"Nick." She called. Adalyn let out the breath she was holding. Nick wasn't that bad. He was kind of friends with Cameron, but wasn't as mean as most of them.
She tuned out the rest of the names, but her attention was drawn back to the teacher when she called Ericka's name.
"Ericka and Sebastian."
Adalyn frowned. Did she hear that right? Judging from Ericka's evil grin at her from across the room, yes.
This was even worse than her having Sebastian as her partner. Ericka no doubt would be playing match maker during the next few weeks until the project was due.
...
Ericka "yessssss"ed inside her head. Adalyn may think she doesnt want a boyfriend, but she's getting one. She turned around in her seat to find Sebastian, but he was watching Adalyn. She wondered if that wasn't just because of the partner projects and it was more of just a habit for him.
He was helping to ease her conscience more and more with his behavior. She didnt want to set Adalyn up with someone if they were going to just break up, but everyday he was proved to her and he was a keeper.
...
Ericka.
He wanted Adalyn, but she would have to do. Maybe she could help him get closer to his subject of interest. They were friends, that was obvious by the looks they cast each other during class, having silent conversations with they're eyes that no one could understand except them. That and the fact that during every passing period and lunch they would walk together.
Who knows, maybe she would even help his case, if he explained the best he could that he genuinely liked Adalyn.
...
"Ericka, no," was all Adalyn said to her friend when the bell rang dismissing them for lunch.
Ericka grinned at her. "Yes."
Adalyn put on a pleading face. "Ericka, I don't want you to try and set us up. I don't want a relationship!"
Ericka's voice softened. "Why, Adalyn? He obviously really likes you, and you like him too, so why are you so opposed to getting close to him?"
Adalyn turner away. It wasn't just him. She didn't want any boy. She didn't believe love existed. According to older relatives, her parents used to have what some would call, "the perfect relationship." They said it was "love at first sight." But if that's true, then how did her parents end up in the state they were in now? Even if Sebastian really liked her, it couldn't last, because love just plain didn't exist, and after a while everything goes sour. She couldn't take any more pain then she already had stored up inside of her.
Ericka knew of her friends disposition, but thought that if she experienced love firsthand, it would help her. Ericka believed in love, and thought that Sebastian might help her friend believe too.
"Ericka, just please don't," Adalyn whispered. Ericka saw the how shiny her friends eyes were, a sign she was about to cry. Ericka reached out a hand to her friend, but Adalyn turned and walked away.
"I'm going to the bathroom," she said. Normally they went to the bathroom together (to make sure to toilet monster doesnt eat one of them, or so they told the teachers) but Ericka didn't think that following her friend this time would be appreciated.
...
Before Adalyn was even half way to the bathroom, the tears started to fall. She looked down and let her hair fall around her face to cover it. She kept her walk brisk and wrapped her arms around herself, as if to hold in the hurt.
Some people gave her pitied looks, and one girl asked if she was okay, to which she just nodded affirmative.
...
Sebastian saw her walking to the bathrooms, crying. Someone asked if she was okay, and she nodded even though she obviously wasn't.
Sebastian broke away from his group to follow her. Cameron gave him a knowing glance but didn't say anything.
When she had rounded the corner to the side of the wall where the bathrooms were, he jogged a little to close the remaining distance between the and wrapped her in a hug.
Adalyn knew immediately who it was. It could only be one person. Ericka could have followed her, but Ericka wasnt a head taller than her, Ericka didn't have a well muscled chest (good thing, it would be really creepy if she did), Ericka's arms couldn't reach as far around her as his could.
At first she just buried her face in his shirt, breathing in his Sebastian-y smell she had only smelled once before. She wanted to stay like this, but she knew that would only hurt her.
"You said you would leave me alone," she said into his chest.
"I lied."
She halfhearted pushed against his chest. "Let me go, I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
This only made her break down crying more. It's true, she wasn't fine. All of the pain she had kept bottled up inside for years seemed to all be flowing out now.
On her stalker's shirt. He had wiped away her tears once, and now he was doing it again.
Adalyn, who never cried in front of anyone, was bawling her eyes out in front of Sebastian once again. She hated it, but at the same time he was just so comforting. Despite his ominous air, when he held her in his arms she felt safe. She didn't understand it.
He rubbed her back and stroked her hair and whispered comforting things in her ear.
...
It had taken Adalyn half of lunch until she was okay. Once she had stopped crying, she still stayed against Sebastian until her breathing evened out and her mind was clear of worries enough to focus on less troubling things, such as food.
Only then did Sebastian let her out of his tight embrace. He held her at arms length away and put a hand on her cheek.
"Better?" He asked softly. Adalyn nodded. She wasn't completely healed, but that day's sorrows were already all out.
Sebastian smiled softly. "I think I do more for you then you give me credit for."
Adalyn knew that was true. He had earned her love, had given her all he's got to get her, and all she did was ignore him and reject him.
...
Adalyn eventually made it back to Ericka to eat. Sebastian weighed heavily on her mind. Maybe she should give him a chance. He definitely deserved it.
Ericka felt horrible.
"Adalyn, I'm sorry. I should have just let it be, I won't bring it up again," she apologized but Adalyn just held a hand up to stop her.
"It's okay. It wasn't really your fault, you were just trying to help and my feelings got in the way."
Ericka still felt bad but nodded anyway.
"And," Adalyn continued, "maybe I will give him a chance. He deserves it."
Almost all of Ericka's bad feelings melted and she practically jumped for joy. Ericka truly believed that this boy, however scary he seemed, could help her friend. She squealed and grabbed Adalyn's hands.
"I knew you would come around to it!" Ericka exclaimed, and Adalyn rolled her eyes.
"Go ahead and work your magic on him during this project."
Adalyn was still a little worried, but pushed it away. She would try, both for Ericka and Sebastian.