7. Birth Control and Phone Calls

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Chapter 7

Cassandra woke up with her head feeling like it someone hit her upside the head with a rock. Her phone began to rand, the rhythmic sound of her cellphone made her want to throw it across the room with the pain it gave her. She answered the phone, "hello?" she muttered.

"Good morning," Sebastian sheepishly smiled over the phone. He was dealing with a hangover but nothing compared to Cassandra's. She drank twice the amount he did.

"Good morning," she yawned. "My head is killing me."

"Mine is too," he smiled. He got up from his bed and went into the bathroom. He took two pills from his bottle of Advil he kept in his bathroom cabinet and drank some water from the sink.

"Is this always supposed to happen?" She took off her clothes from last night and threw them into her nearby hamper.

"Yeah, if you drink as much as you did, you will. You should take some Advil. It'll make you feel better."

"I will," Cassandra walked into her mother's bathroom. Her room, of course, was empty. It was Sunday or the busiest day in the hospital. Everyone tended to get drunk Saturday night, and they somehow ended up in the emergency room. She was used to her Sundays being spent alone rather than her peers who spent it huddled in the living room watching movies.

"So, what are your plans for today?"

"Well," she groaned as she swallowed the pills. "For starters showering," An image of a naked Cassandra filled Sebastion's head. "Then eating, practicing for the performance and eating again, and maybe watching a movie."

Sebastian looked outside, no one would be home, and he had nothing better to do. "How about I come over," he asked. His back began to sweat the moment Sebastian asked the question. He closed his eyes as he awaited her answer.

"Sure," said as she turned the shower on. "I'm going to shower, can you come over around," she paused. "around an hour?"

Sebastian's fist-pumped the air. He held back his squeal, "okay. I'll be there in an hour," he said. They hung up the phone. Cassandra got into the shower and washed off last night's sweat and alcohol. She sang a tune as she washed her hair to fill the bathroom with music. She usually played music when she showered, but even the thought of loud music right now gave her a headache.

When Cassandra hung up the phone. Sebastian took off his clothes in record time. He rushed to the bathroom and got ready to go over Cassandra's house. Sebastian put on a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. He looked in the mirror and checked his hair. He pulled it forward and ran a hand through it to put it back.

He sighed, his eyes went to his cologne. He picked up and then put it back down. He picked it up again and sprayed his entire body. The expensive cologne he brought himself that he only used for special occasions covered his body. He straightened his shirt and left the house.

Cassandra looked at the clothes in her dresser. She grabbed her oversized t-shirt and dolphin shorts. Cassandra put them both on, not bothering with putting a bra on. Her headache from early was now gone, and she was mostly hungry.

Cassandra grabbed a bowl from her cabinet and filled it with cereal. Her favorite kind was the cookie ones her nurse mother claimed wasn't a healthy breakfast but instead a bowl of milk and cookies. She dug into the cereal and played with her phone, mindlessly watching Snapchat stories of her schoolmates.

She clicked one person's profile, an image of her dancing made her drop her phone on the counter. She picked it back up and stared at herself, dancing with Sebastian. She had her butt pressed up against him as she pressed herself against his groin. Her face got hot when she saw this, she replaced the video five times before she had enough.

Her face was rose from embarrassment; she wasn't embarrassed about her dancing, but the fact that it was viewable to everyone on Snapchat. She ran a hand through her wet hair.

Sebastian arrived at Cassandra's house in exactly one hour since the moment they hung up. His hair was still slightly wet, but he didn't care. He was spending the day with Cassandra, and he couldn't wait to see her.

He knocked on the door, "coming!" She called on the other side. She opened the door.

Sebastian's eyes went straight to her chest; her shirt was slightly wet so he could see some of her bare skin because it clung to her body. Her hair was wet, he wasn't used to that because Cassandra always had perfect hair. There was something seductive about Cassandra wearing her regular lounge clothes around him.

He coughed into his hand and went up to her face. She was red when she looked at him. He raised an eyebrow, "Is something wrong?"

"No," she lied. She moved out of the way to let him in. Sebastian stood, he was there twice the day before, but the room still felt foreign to him.

"You can take a seat on the couch. I just need to fill the dishwasher. Can you pick a movie for us to watch?"

"Sure," he said. He took a seat on the couch and watched Cassandra walk into the kitchen. Cassandra's ears were burning. She opened the dishwasher, she needed to bend over to do this. She cursed the construction of her home. The cabinets were either too high or too low. So, she was either on her tippy toes or bent over to do anything.

Sebastian looked back at Cassandra, who was bent over. He stared at her butt, for some reason, it became rounder more alluring than when he first stared at it. She didn't have any panty lines due to the fact she forgot to put any on after her shower, and Sebastian saw that.

He gulped and went back to look at the television. He quickly turned back around to look at Cassandra again. She put her hair up into a ponytail, he stared at her soft, delicate skin with bits of hair that was stuck against it. He gulped his spit that was forming in his mouth.

He turned back towards the television, and he turned to look again.

Cassandra cursed herself as she filled the dishwasher with plates, bowls, and everything else she used to eat from the past week. She turned to get a look at Sebastian, he was watching television. He narrowly avoided her own eyes when he saw she was going to look back at him.

"Did you find anything?"

"No," he quickly pressed a series of buttons. Cassandra looked at the screen and came behind Sebastian. She leaned forward, half of her body was over the couch while the other half was behind it.

She groaned, he was looking through the romance movies. "Sebastian, I don't know if you know this, but I sorta hate romance movies," she spoke up. He jumped a bit, he was close to her. Too close, he smelt the concoction of soaps on her.

"Really?" He said, his pitch in tone was slightly higher.

She nodded her head, then looked outside. "I usually prefer a good horror movie. But, it's still pretty early."

Sebastian never met a girl who didn't like a romance movie. His old middle school girlfriend loved them, when he came over she forced him to watch some film he wasn't quite what the name was. So, this shocked him.

"Right..." he trailed on. He clicked to his favorite movie on Netflix. Cassandra's eyes brightened with the film he chose. It was one of her favorites.

"I love this movie," she squealed.

Sebastian liked a few things, and Cassandra just rose to the number one spot to things he liked.

Cassandra scurried to her kitchen and made popcorn. She jumped over her couch to get into her seat next to Sebastian. Cassandra looked at him, "come on. Click play," she squealed.

Cassandra's legs grazed his, he cursed himself for not wearing shorts so their skin could touch. When he knew she was watching the movie, Sebastian stared at her. He enjoyed watching her laugh at the funny parts or when her eyes got big from her watching the series of explosions on the screen.

Cassandra was unaware of him, she was mainly focused on the movie. A chill went through the room, "Is it just me, or is it freezing in here." she said.

Sebastian didn't notice the temperature drop; he was too focused on Cassandra to notice his other senses.

Cassandra got up, her shorts were riding up, and she quickly pulled them down. She went to the nearby closet and took out her woolen blanket. Cassandra sat back down with Sebastian and pull the blanket on top of them. She was warmer now, her and Sebastian's heat were neatly condensed to the blanket.

She sighed, "this feels a lot better. Do you feel better?" Her nose filled with Sebastian scent, "you smell really good," she commented.

"Thank you," he uttered. "You do too, you smell really good."

Her face became red, "thank you. It's my shampoo, nothing really special," the two stared at one another. Sebastian took a piece of her hair, it was soft at touch. Goosebumps started to form on her arms as he continued to play with her piece of hair.

Sebastian eased in the blanket more, which made him be able to touch Cassandra. He swallowed his spit and let go of her hair. Sadness washed over Cassandra when his hands left her hair.

"So... how were you back in middle school. Well, I know you were apart of the choir, and you looked exactly the same, just a few inches shorter, but I don't know about your friends or... your... your other hobbies."

She readjusted in the chair, "well, I had four friends, or what I considered friends. I'm still friends... well, kinda."

"Sorta friends?"

"Yeah, how can I explain it. See, we were all friends. Maybe even best friends before high school started, but I feel like we're drifting right now. We all have different interests right now, and we don't hang out with each other much like we used too. Like Amy, she's been really into cheerleading lately, and I'm not the most athletic person. And Gabrielle, she likes scrapbooking for some reason. And Vicky loves makeup and I can't be bothered with putting mascara on," she fake smiled. "So, I have no idea when I will stop calling them my actual friends."

Sebastian knew of those three, he had a class with Gabriella and Amy. He didn't quite like them, they sat behind him and talked the entire time about mindless things that no one cared about except for them.

Then, Vicky, who was the weirdest of all to him. He caught her staring at him and felt uncomfortable since. Not because of the staring but because when she did it, she would make these weird faces that freaked him out.

"And what about the fourth friend?"

Cassandra sighed when she thought about him. "Adam," she said.

Sebastian's eyebrow twitched when she uttered a male name. "Adam? As in a boy?"

She nodded her head, "I would say he was my best friend a few months ago, but he went to a different high school than me, and he hasn't talked to me in months," she murmured.

It hurt when Adam told her he was going to another school, a technical school that specialized in engineering. He always wanted to be an engineer, it was his dream. A dream that separated Adam and Cassandra.

"Oh," Sebastian said. He felt a pain in his heart when she went on about him. "Did you and Adam... well, did you and Adam like each other? I mean we're you two-"

Cassandra's eyebrow raised, and then it donned on her what he meant, "no! Adam and I were just friends."

"Good," Sebastian said out loud.

Cassandra tilted her head, "Good?" She questioned.

Sebastian cursed and swallowed his spit. He looked into Casandra's eyes, it was now or never. There wasn't a better time to tell her how he felt.

She stared at Sebastian, who just swallowed his spit. She was confused, why did he seem happy about them being just friends. Her mind swirled with different questions.

"Cassandra... I...fuck," he sighed. He didn't want to tell her in fear that this would be the end. What if she didn't like him back? He'll have to sit next to her for the rest of the year, the memories they made together would be an embarrassing thought.

"Sebastian, what's wrong?"

"Cassandra, I- I," her door opened, making Cassandra and Sebastian jump.

The door opened to reveal her mother. Sebastian would be lying if he didn't think her mother was beautiful. They looked just alike, except for their nose. She must have gotten it from her father or some distant relative that he didn't know about, he thought.

"Mom?" she said, getting from under their cocoon of warmth. "You're home early," she moved her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, I have another meeting tonight. Who is this?"

Cassandra moved to the side to reveal Sebastian. "Hi, my name is Sebastian," he said quickly.

Michelle looked to her daughter to the strange boy in her home. "Hello, Sebastian," she said, followed by her crossing her arms. She looked at her daughter, whose hair was in a ponytail, wearing no bra and short shorts then to the strange boy who looked flustered on her couch.

The tension in the room elevated, the once awkward feeling Sebastian had was replaced with fear. "I think I should go now," he said, getting up from the couch. He looked at Cassandra, "I'll see you tomorrow in class." He rushed out of the house past Michelle and walked down the street before he called for a ride home.

Michelle locked the door behind Sebastian, "Cassandra, are you still a virgin?"

"Mom!"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"Mom!"

"When was the last time you had your period?"

"Mom! Please! Sebastian is just my friend, and yes, I'm still a virgin. Why are you asking these crazy questions?"

"Well, can you blame me? I come home, you're wearing nearly nothing at all with a boy on my couch. And when I come in, you jump up like you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. What am I supposed to think?" She ran a hand through her hair as she looked at her daughter. "Should we get you on birth control? Maybe the pill? You're responsible enough to keep up with that, right? No... But, the shot would be the safest option in terms of if you forget one day. And plenty of hysterical girls who don't know about planned parenthood come to the hospital for help. because they forgot."

"Mom! Would you stop! I'm not having sex, there's no point in trying to get me birth control. Plus, Sebastian is my friend, we're not even together."

Her mom took a seat on a nearby chair and looked to her daughter. "Just friends?" Cassandra nodded her head. Michelle watched her flustered daughter, she could tell something was up between the two. Her attractive daughter with an equally handsome young man, something was bound to happen. They're young. "So, you never thought about anything romantic with this young man?"

Cassandra's lips turned into a tight line. She would be lying if she said she didn't. Sebastian looked like Prince Charming himself. She did before they even talked for the first time, thought about what if they were dating, in passing. "Cassandra?" Her mother repeated.

When she fell asleep, she sometimes wished that Sebastian was next to her so they could continue to talk all night. "Cassandra!" Her mother shouted, snapping her out of her daze.

"Yes?"

Michelle sighed, her daughter had a crush, and it was evident on her face. She may not have known that, but Michelle did. "Cassandra, you'll tell me before you did anything rash, right?"

Cassandra nodded her head; there was nothing to tell, she thought. "Mom," she said.

She got up from the chair, defeated from the conversation. Cassandra didn't admit her feeling, or she wasn't aware of what she felt yet, but her mother knew.

"Cassandra... I just want you to know that if you ever thought about sex or boys or anything like that, you could talk to me. Okay?"

"Okay, mom."

Later that night, after her mother left Cassandra called Sebastian.

"Hello?" He said

"Hi," she murmured.

"Can I see your face?"

"Sure," she said. Sebastian clicked the video call button, and Cassandra's face popped up on his screen.

"I'm sorry for leaving your house like that. I panicked," he said. "I've never been good with parents. They tend to hate me."

Cassandra chuckled, "she doesn't hate you. She was just wondering who you are is all."

He swallowed his spit, "and what did you tell her?"

"I said you were my friend," she admitted over the phone. She got up from her comfortable position on the bed and laid against the wall. She stared at Sebastian's face.

"Really, what did she originally think we were?"

"She thought you were my boyfriend." She let out a fake laugh, "crazy, right?"

Sebastian got up from his comfortable position and leaned against his headboard. He stared at Cassandra through his small phone, "is it really?"

"What?"

"Us... dating? Is it really that crazy?"

"Sebastian," she started.

He brought his phone up to get a good look at her, "because I don't think it would be that crazy for us to be together." Casandra stopped talking, Sebastian closed his eyes. He was too afraid of what she was going to say.

"I guess not," she admitted. "I guess it wouldn't be the craziest thing in the world for us... to be together. But, I bet I'm hardly your type," she chuckled.

"No!" He quieted himself down, "no, your plenty my type. You're beautiful," he said. "Why wouldn't you be my type."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes," he said. "I think you're fucking gorgeous," he said through the phone as he stared at her. He meant his words, and Cassandra knew it from his tone alone.

She was red, redder than the reddest tomato. "I- I have to go," she said, hanging the phone up. When she could no longer see Sebastian's face, she felt like she could finally breathe.

Sebastian stared at his phone, Cassandra was no longer there. He clenched his phone and ran a hand through his hair, "I said too much...fuck!"

Cassandra that night thought about Sebastian and nothing but Sebastian. She thought about him kissing her and holding her hand.

And calling her his girlfriend.

The way he called her beautiful echoed in her head throughout the night.

It drowned out the moans her mother was making in the other room.

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