One - Olivia
The bedroom was almost pitch black, the subtle wind from the window making me shiver, but I could still see the outline of his face, his arm going around my waist, pulling me closer towards him. My eyes fluttered closed again, that is until my arm was pulled back, being dragged away from Blake.
“Turn this way, you’re pissing me off,” Sebastian barked and I slowly opened my eyes, taking a second before I lost my temper.
“Bash,” Blake groaned as I sat up, pushing myself to the edge of the bed.
“Olivia,” Sebastian growled but I ignored him, picking up my jumper from the floor. “Ollie,” he spoke again and my eyes stung, the moment Blake turned the small lamp on.
“I’m going home,” I sighed, throwing my jumper on.
“I didn’t mean that, come back to bed,” Sebastian said firmly, standing. As I looked up at him, in all his beautiful glory, I just felt sadness. Sebastian towered over me, his brown skin perfect, a high contrast to his dark green eyes but a match to the large hummingbird tattoo, on the side of his neck.
“I want to go home,” I sighed, Blake throwing his hands up.
“For fuck sake Bash,” he complained, throwing the covers off him.
“Ollie, just get back in fucking bed,” he spat out and I turned to Blake, his smile tiny. He was the complete opposite to Sebastian, white skin, a mop of curly brown hair on the top of his head.
“Can you take me-”
“If anyone is dropping you it’s me, but I’m telling you to get back into bed,” Sebastian said as he grabbed my wrist. I was tired, I was tired of never knowing what mood Sebastian would be in, and I was tired of seemingly upsetting him by me and Blake just existing.
“Can you take me home,” I said firmer, staring into his beautiful eyes.
“Okay,” he shrugged and Blake kissed my lips gently, his fingers tracing down my arm.
“Will we see you tomorrow?” He asked, his cheeky smile for me.
“If this one is in a better mood,” I moved my head to Sebastian, attempting to chuckle, to try and reduce the awkwardness in the room.
“I’m fucking fine!” Sebastian shouted, slamming the bedroom door behind him and I sighed, staring at the floor.
“Ollie,” Blake breathed out, grabbing my face with both hands. I looked up, into his deep brown eyes, tears filling my own. “He is okay, I just don’t think he has been sleeping well,” he told me and I nodded, sadness just waving over me but still desperate to go downstairs to Sebastian, to make sure he is in fact, okay.
“See you tomorrow,” I kissed Blake’s cheek, going down his stairs, Sebastian standing by the door. He said nothing, walking behind me as we got into his car and I looked out the window, before Sebastian finally broke the silence.
“I can turn back around Ollie.”
“What’s going on?” I snapped back, turning my face to him. His eyes quickly glanced at me, and I attempted to read him through them, trying to figure out what was going on in that head of his, which seemed like a regular occurrence.
“Nothing, I just,” he stopped, pulling up in front of my house.
“Bash,” I whispered, letting him put a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. I grabbed his wrist, almost automatically, his skin feeling hot to the touch.
“I’m okay,” I barely heard him, attempting to wiggle closer.
“Did you want to come in? For a second?” I shrugged, my stomach settling as his face softened, taking his seat belt off. Going into my tiny bungalow, I kicked my shoes off, turning to Sebastian as he stood at the door. He wasn’t right, he wasn’t his normal self, his shoulders tight, his hands deep in his tracksuit bottoms pockets. Sebastian was typically difficult to read, the complete opposite of Blake, who seemed to never let a single thing bother him. Sebastian had history, red flags and found it difficult to have an emotion that wasn’t anger but when he was good, he was my best friend.
“Bash, why don’t we go to bed?” I suggested, moving closer to him, my hand resting against his ribs. He looked down at me, his hand going onto mine and my stomach fell as he sighed heavily.
“We can’t,” he whispered.
“You don’t want me?” I squeaked out, moving one step closer, Sebastian’s other hand moving down to my arse, stroking me with his thumb.
“Be fucking real,” he growled and I went onto my tip toes, to try and look into his face better. “I will pick you up from work tomorrow,” his voice was rough, his usual go to. Sebastian was the epitome of his nickname, Bash. Quick, rough, hyper when he was in a good mood and he loved physical touch, he used sex to make himself feel good, although I would never confess to him, that I knew that. Blake was a sweetheart, the perfect boyfriend, but there was just something about Sebastian that made your butterflies go crazy and your pussy soaking.
“Come to bed with me, please,” I practically begged and he shook his head, stepping back, his hands coming off me. That stung, my heart feeling heavy, because Sebastian never said no.
“I will pick you up from work tomorrow,” he said again, looking everywhere but at me.
“Sebastian, what is going on?” My voice shook, staring into his face as he looked down.
“Nothing, it’s just not fair with Blake and stuff, I don’t know,” he shrugged, letting out a long breath.
“Okay,” I whispered, wiping a tear that quickly fell and Sebastian groaned, his hands on the top of his head.
“Ollie baby, please don’t cry,” he sighed and I chewed into my bottom lip, just waves of sadness crashing into me, as if Sebastian’s emotions came over to me. “You know I’m shit at this,” he laughed sadly then and I looked up, his own eyes torn.
“Can you say something to make me feel better?” I asked and he came towards me, grabbing my face roughly.
“I miss you already,” he smiled and that didn’t make me feel better at all, if anything it made me feel worse. It was wrong, not in our agreement, for me and Sebastian to spend time together in bed without Blake but my heart and whole body needed him and I couldn’t explain why. Sebastian gently kissed my lips, his tongue sweeping the inside of my mouth and I nearly fell forward as he moved back.
“See you tomorrow Ollie,” he gave me a tiny smile, slipping out my front door.
