Chapter 07: Who Are You
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“No,” he said, shaking his head and stepping closer to me. “Do we have a problem, Liv?” he asked after. His eyes were full of concern and worry that it almost made me surrender.
But no! I’m really done playing mind games with him and him, showing that expression will not change my mind.
“Oh, for f**k’s sake, Sebastion, stop the act! I’m so tired of dealing with you!" I told him.
“Are you mad at me? Let’s discuss it, Liv,” he still asked instead.
Liv?
Wow. The audacity.
“And what if I am? What if I am mad at you? What was that for you, huh?” I asked as well, getting more annoyed.
“I am sorry. If I made you upset, I apologize, please…” he said.
My mouth parted hearing him apologizing; of how easy it was for him to do it without knowing what even made me mad.
“Please don’t be mad at me, Live” he added, which made me hitch my breathing.
“Who are you?” I asked, I stepped closer to him, looking up so our eyes would meet. “Who are you to do all these, Sebastian? Tell me why are you even bothering to do all these, huh?”
But he took a step backwards as he was shaking his head. “Olivia…”
“This is driving me crazy, Sebastian! So either you will tell me what the hell is happening or never appear in front of me ever again. You decide,” I told him, but he was just shaking his head.
“I told you it is not the right time yet,” he said calmly. He tried to reach for my elbow but I moved away.
I took three steps backward, and I see how it pained him to see me do that.
What are you doing, Sebastian? Why are you like this? I cannot help but mentally ask.
“Then, there will be no time for you to tell me your goddamn reason!” I said. I took another step backwards to give him space out of our door. “I hope to not see you ever again, Sebastian.”
“No. Don’r do this, Liv. You don’t understand–”
I cut him off. “I chose not to understand it, and I will keep on choosing that. Now, I beg you, Sebastian, leave and never show up again.”
“Olivia…”
“Leave, Sebastian. I don’t want to see you anymore,” I repeated and when he still did not move, I pushed him out and locked the door. I then ran upstairs to my room to lock my windows.
I even found him standing under the tree in front of my window, watching me as I slid my window close and shutting my curtains.
That’s it. That’s the last time I will make myself bothered by his presence. I will never let him occupy my head nor my time. That was it.
“Is there a problem with your room?” Mom asked. We are in our kitchen, and I am helping her cook for our dinner.
I shook my head and answered, “None. Why?”
Mom creased her brows. “Then why are you sleeping in the basement and not in your room?”
“I’m practicing,” I answered with a shrug.
That was a lie, obviously.
“Practicing for what?” Parker asked from behind me, entering our kitchen. He took a piece of freshly peeled carrots and chewed it. I cringed on the sight.
Carrots aren't my thing–cooked or fresh.
“To sleep in a smaller room. I will have three roommates in my dorm, so I cannot have the whole space for me,” I answered.
Ever since my last talk with Sebastian, I started not sleeping in my room. I tried on our living room but obviously, it didn’t work. Then, to our guest room, and guess what? It still didn’t work. Although I didn’t bother to talk to him or even acknowledge his presence, I knew Sebastian was there; watching me.
So, I ended up in our basement, and so far, I have not felt him visiting me since.
“Do you want to find another dorm?” Mom asked, concerned.
“We already paid the two months advance and two months deposit for the apartment, mom. It would be a waste of money,” I said as I chop on potatoes now. Mom is making beef stew.
“I don't mind. If moving to another apartment would make you comfortable, then it’s not a waste,” Mom said, and I immediately shook my head.
“Really, mom. No need. I'm fine with my apartment,” I assured her.
“Liv is right, mom. And who knows, that situation might help her have more friends. I mean, her roommates could introduce her to their friends as well,” Parker butted in.
Rolling my eyes, I turned to him, “You do really have a problem with me for not having a lot of friends, huh?”
Parker shrugged and answered, “Your life would be boring if you don’t make a lot of friends while you still can, dear sister."
"I'm not after the quantity but the quality, my dear brother," I answered back.
"Your sister is right, Parker. As you age, you no longer crave for a lot of friends, but friends that will stay no matter what circumstances come. The numbers won't matter if it's not in a good quality," Mom butted in.
Parker shrugged and said, "Unfortunately, Liv don't have both."
"What? I do have friends!" I protest.
Parker arched his brow. "Who? Give me a name."
Rolling my eyes, I answered, “Elias and Se— Elias! Elias is my friend!”
“You were only friends with him because of me, Liv. Without me, you wouldn’t even know him,” he said, pointing his finger on my forehead.
I shoved it away and sneered at him. “Thank you then.”
“As you should,” he said with a shrug.
I just rolled my eyes at him again. I didn’t speak anymore. I almost said Sebastian’s name, I almost claimed that he was my friend, when clearly, we are not. And honestly, I don’t want to be associated with him anymore, and him not coming in the basement was enough proof that he finally gave up his delusions in me.
Or so I thought…
“Mom! Elie and Seb are here!” Parker shouted from our living room.
I rolled my eyes and inhaled a very deep breath.
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