Rosie’s gasp was what I heard first. It was fitting considering I was feeling the same shock she was. I saw her jaw drop in the corner of my eye, the same time my pupils expanded. As if she was trapped in a daze, Rosie reached into my locker, but I quickly slapped her hand away, like a three-year-old not wanting to share.
I stuck my own hand in my classic blue locker. I almost wanted to snort at how coincidental it was that my best friend’s name was Rosie, and how there were at least a dozen of that type of flower sitting right in front of my face.
My hands latched onto the little, white note sticking out the side of the bouquet. I had to manoeuvre around the thorns, making sure that I didn’t cut myself. It reminded me that all roses had their thorns. Sebastian had his fair share of thorns, that much I could see from the little time we’ve spent together, but the boy is so precious and kind- and amazing in bed – that I wouldn’t mind being pricked.
Is this romantic enough?
I couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle as I read the note. It only took a couple of seconds before it was snatched out of my hand, and right in the face of Rosie. The way she held it close to her face had me worried that she might poke her eye out with the corner of it. She studied it a while, her eyebrows frowning as it landed on the sender.
“And who might S be?” She asked, crossing her arms and holding the note out of reach. I opened my mouth, prepared to go fill in my best friend of the events that happened on the weekend, when my phone started buzzing in my pocket.
I pulled the phone from the confines of the material, only to frown when I realised I was getting a call from an unknown number. I basically hurled my back at Rosie, before curiously answering the phone.
“Did I do okay?” A deep voice echoed through the other end of the phone.
“Sebastian?” I questioned. “Is that you?”
Rosie’s eyes hadn’t left me the whole time. She was staring daggers at my head and blinking, knowing full well that I could see her. I hiked the phone between my ear and shoulder, before taking out the Roses from the locker, and shoving my bag in there instead.
"Crap! Was I too early? Have you not seen them yet?” He mumbled.
I couldn’t help but laugh. This boy was so precious and cute, and he didn’t even know it. He was also sexy and dominate, and it had me clenching my thighs together at the reminded of the last couple of nights. Like Caylee always said; A gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets.
“They are beautiful. Thank you,” I said, taking a whiff of the gorgeous scent flowing from the red flowers.
“Just like you,” he stated, in a more than happy tone.
I couldn’t help but let out another giggle, making Rosie’s scrutinizing gaze even more uncomfortable. “That was cheesy,” I scrunched up my nose.
“You were the one who wanted romantic. I would’ve preferred sexy, that’s my speciality,” he lectured me. I rolled my eyes, thinking of where I could put the flowers for the day.
“Changing the subject,” I began. “How did you know my locker number and combination?” I asked, remembering that I had told him what school I went to yesterday. We spent the rest of the afternoon making out and letting each other in on parts of our lives. He told me what school he went to, about his friends, and that he had a little sister. I’ll shamelessly admit that it had my panties moistening when I found out he had a little sister; boys who were good with kids just so happened to turn me on.
“Your friend Caylee is quite generous with information,” his deep voice explained.
I was about to argue when the bell rang loudly into the air. “I have to go,” I began to explain. “I need to get to class and have a chat with my so-called best friend.”
“I’ll pick you up. Remember I’m going to wine and dine you.”
“Always classy,” I deadpanned. I didn’t give him a chance to reply before I hung up the phone. It may have been harsh, but my mother always said to keep a guy on his toes, that way they stick around longer, and I didn’t really want Sebastian to go away anytime soon.
I quickly grabbed my books out of my locker, still ignoring the scrutinizing gaze Rosie was giving me. I decided I’d have to carry the Rose around with me all day and keep them in a water bottle during the lessons. My teachers were pretty chill, so they wouldn’t mind all that much.
“You’re not getting away with this,” Rosie exclaimed, her eyes narrowing on mine.
“I promise I’ll explain at lunch. Caylee and I need to have a little chat,” I said, my voice darking on the second part of the sentence.
Rosie and I both took off in opposite directions, trying to make it to class on time.
I sat down at our usual table. We always sat outside under a huge oak tree. It was much less stuffy and smelt better than the crowded cafeteria. It was also our safe haven, considering we talk and gossip about anything we want without having to worry about anyone interrupting us.
“I heard that Welsh is trying to move in on your new man,” Caylee said, while sliding into the seat across from mine. I narrowed my eyes at her. She shouldn’t have known about my new man, unless it came directly from me. And he wasn’t my man. Officially.
“Speaking of him, who I might add isn’t my man, did you not think that it wasn’t the best idea to give my personal information out to a stranger?” I asked crossing my arms and lifting a brow.
“Oh, stop exaggerating,” she said. “I did you a favour. That’s right, I see those marks on your neck,” she said pointing. My hand automatically went to the skin she was talking about and I frowned at myself for not covering them up properly. I grumbled under my breath.
“Explain,” Rosie said, dropping her tray on the table. She slid in next to me, before giving me a knowing look.
I sighed. “It was the one-night-stand,” I said, quickly slamming my hand over Rosie’s mouth so she couldn’t squeal. “It’s nothing official or anything, we are just testing the waters.”
“Well, you better test those waters faster, because like I said, Lily has her eye on him,” Caylee stated, taking a large bite out of her juicy apple.
I, for one, thought that was absurd. I knew she was just doing it to get bac at me, for who knows what. She knew nothing about Sebastian (I didn’t know too much either but that’s beside the point), and only wanted him because he was interested in me. For once I wasn’t going to let her get away with what she was planning, because I genuinely liked Sebastian.
“He doesn’t want her,” I grumbled, absently moving my fork around in the salad in front of me. It was Caesar, which also happened to be the least healthy of all salads. I didn’t really care about the way my body looked, I just made sure I gave it all it needed to be healthy. Binging on junk food didn’t bother me at all.
I was hoping that the roses were an obvious give away. I mean, you don’t really waste time and effort on someone that you don’t care about. Do you?
“So, how was the second time?” Caylee asked, leaning over and wiggling her eyebrows.
My mouth clamped shut and I automatically looked at my salad. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, shoving a piece of lettuce into my mouth.
I looked up to see both Rosie and Caylee deadpanning at me. I rolled my eyes and let out a defeated sigh. “It was so good I almost passed out,” I vaguely answered.
“How many times?” Caylee bluntly asked.
I shoved a huge piece of lettuce into my mouth, hoping they wouldn’t hear. “Six,” I mumbled.
“Holy shit! He has got a magical dick,” Rosie exclaimed, and I couldn’t help but laugh. She was right, though.
“It’s a shame you won’t be getting any more of it,” a not so pleasant voice echoed behind us. I inwardly groaned and rolled my eyes. The laughter from my friends’ face had completely vanished and were now looking over my shoulder in distaste. I didn’t have to turn around to know Lily Welsh and her friend Jess were standing behind me.
“Lily,” I acknowledged her before turning around slowly. I’d discovered that not responding only riles her up, which is what I do most of the time. Her friend, Jess, stood next to her, her eyes cast down. Jess wasn’t a mean girl, quite the opposite. She didn’t like to get involved in Lily’s affairs, and I didn’t blame her for her friend’s actions. It was all on the red head standing in front of me.
“You need to back off. Sebastian is mine,” she said, with a sickly-sweet smile.
I frowned. “You know Sebastian?” I carefully asked.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, before her main interest was her pretty, pink nails. “Everyone knows Sebastian. Hot. Sexy. Mysterious. Great in bed...” she trailed off. “I’m surprised you and your posse haven’t heard of him before. He doesn’t do relationships.”
I was completely silent; I had nothing to say. I knew my best friends were glaring daggers at her, but I remained unaffected. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions but looking at Sebastian it was easy to tell her had some sort or reputation. I didn’t want to believe it until now.
“Spend your time wisely, because he’ll be onto me next,” she said, before turning her heel and walking away. Jess lingered behind for a little bit and sent over a look of apology. I sent her a little nod in return, knowing she meant no harm.
I turned back to the girls, before munching angrily on a large piece of lettuce. Rosie and Caylee were both silent and eyeing me.
“She’s probably lying,” Rosie added in, an attempt to console me.
Somehow, I don’t think she was. I don’t have to right to be angry about his past partners, and if I’m being honest it was kind of a turn on due to the fact he knows what to do and how to do it well (apart from the STD thing). What I’m more upset about, is the fact that she has truth to her words.
He doesn’t do relationships echoed through my head nonstop. I wasn’t look for marriage or anything, but I wasn’t a hump and dump either. The one-night-stand was different; I had no intentions of seeing him again until he showed up on my door. And right now, I’m cussing myself for falling so easily into his trap.
I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I didn’t want to put all my time and effort into something that he wouldn’t. As I had said before; I was just testing the water.
“Maizie?” Caylee asked, intently studying me. “Don’t make rash decisions,” she demanded.
“I’m not, I swear,” I explained. “I’ll just simply ask him.”
They both eyed me cautiously. Maybe I was a little hysterical, but for now I was thinking in the right state of mind. He was going to be picking me up this afternoon for a date, and that was when I was planning to confront him about everything.
Communication is always key.