Sorry for the late update but it's a bit longer than usual <3

The sun shined through the window, illuminating the room with unwanted sunlight, waking me up and resulting in me groaning and shoving my head under my pillows.

After a long moment, I decided I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep no matter my efforts. Opening my eyes I yawned, pulling my blanket off.

Looking down in confusion at the blanket that definitely wasn't mine, my mind stayed blank. As I put my head up and looked around the room, the memories of yesterday came over me, already putting a dimmer on my mood.

Debbie. Sebastian. Grabbing my things. Here I am. In Sebastian's bed.

The thought of Sebastian laying next to me filled my head and my eyes sprinted to the empty spot beside me, looking as though it hadn't been touched.

I got up off the bed, noticing that I was still in the baggy t-shirt and leggings I was wearing the day before. I used the hair tie already in my hair to re-tie my hair into a bun as I strolled out of the bedroom and to the kitchen.

I absent-mindedly turned the kettle on, putting coffee, milk and sugar into a cup and waiting for the water to boil as I made toast, searching through the cupboard for vegemite as my mind rested on the events of the day. I had let someone who had no reason to help me, do exactly that. He'd seen Debbie and offered me to stay here as long as I wanted, even insisted so.

He didn't bring me here and try me for sex like Jack would have, he didn't laugh about my Mum either or make fun of me for it. I'd never met anyone before that was on my side so wholeheartedly and looked out for me without making a massive deal about it.

Sitting on the stool on one side of the island bench, I took my first bite of the toast and a sip of my coffee.

"Why are you up so early?" I jumped ten feet in the air, swinging around to the direction of the voice, my hand over my heart. I hoped to God I wasn't muttering any of my thoughts out loud.

My eyes rested on Sebastian's practically naked body, which was a pair of boxers away from having everything on display. I tried my best to keep from looking affected by it, and turned back to my food, taking a bite of my toast.

"I forgot you were here," I paused for a moment, realising how stupid I was for saying that, it was his house after all. "I have school today." I answered his question. Although I hadn't thought the fact school was on today, I figured that that's why I woke up so early. "Where were you?"

Looking back at him, I made sure not to look anywhere but above the shoulders. His hair was messy and I almost liked it more than the regular way he had it, a part of me almost urged to run my fingers through it.

He stretched, making it practically impossible to keep my eyes still. Without answering for a few moments, he walked to the cupboard, grabbing out the stuff I just used to make toast and chucking it on the bench.

"Couch."

Had he actually let me have the bed and slept on the couch? That was the most un-Sebastian thing I think he'd ever done.

"Oh, thanks."

"You were taking my whole bed up. Plus, your big head weighs at least 40kgs, I couldn't move you." He jokingly reasoned, chucking the toast in the toaster as he stood on the other side of the bench to me.

His weight insults would have affected me a lot more if he hadn't of picked me up effortlessly mere weeks ago, which lead me to believe he hadn't even tried picking me up last night.

"Thanks, everything you say is a real boost to my confidence." I took the last bite of my toast and picked the plate up, taking it to the sink. "You know what they say, when a guy insults you, it means they wanna get with ya." A grin came to my face at my lame comeback as I stood at the sink, turning the water on and looking back to Sebastian.

Sebastian buttered the toast and smirked down at the bench, "fair call."

I felt my face heat up a little and I prayed it wasn't noticeable, why the fuck was I blushing about something as small as him joking about wanting to do that? Something was seriously wrong with me. A visit to a mental clinic would probably do me good.

I dried the plate and put it away, before turning back to Sebastian. "I'm going to go have a shower." Why did I tell him I was having a shower, who tells someone that?

With a smirk and a nod of his head he answered me as I walked out, "I'll meet ya in there."

I rolled my eyes at him although he couldn't see and grabbed my clothes and toothbrush from my bag in the spare room, heading to the shower.

Jumping in, I scrubbed off the events of yesterday and soon enough, I was drying my dripping wet body with a towel, which for once I actually remembered.

I changed into my school uniform consisting of a pair of white socks and t-bars and a light blue and white checkered dress. Chucking my brushed hair up into a ponytail, I sprayed deodorant and left the bathroom.

I turned around the corner to go down the hall, grabbing my school bag and calling out to Sebastian as I was leaving the house.

Worry took me over as Izzy walked up to my locker with a cross look on her face, not long followed by Sherrie, she stopped at my locker and grasped onto the open door. "I looked everywhere for you, why didn't you answer any of my calls? I thought you died."

"It's been like 4 days." She just nodded mockingly, as if to say 'exactly', so I continued talking. "I haven't checked my phone." I answered her honestly, realising it was in the bag of clothes I had at Sebastian's.

"I went to your house, your Mum said you weren't gonna be back there." Izzy looked at me with a mix of accusation and confusion across her face. "Where've you been?"

I bit the inside of my cheek and my eyes moved to Sherrie standing behind her. She uncomfortably stood there acting like she wasn't zoned in on the conversation. I'd tell her when the time is right, and we were preferably alone.

"Nowhere, really. Just busy with work." I lied, going back to biting the inside of my cheek.

"Why did your Mum say-" She began to speak, and I cut her off.

"You know how Debbie is." I gulped and closed my locker door, knowing I really didn't want to have to continue lying to my best friend. "I've got to go to class, I'll come around and see you soon, Iz."

"Actually, Aubrey?" As I began to walk off, Sherrie's voice caught my attention and I turned back around to face her. She offered me a small smile and continues talking. "I don't know if you want to, but the girls from the team, a few people from Jack's uni, just like 20 of us are going to Surfers Sands next weekend, if you want to come, you can. I mean, Iz is going, Jack is, I think he was going to invite Sebastian and well really it'll just be to get drunk I guess." She took a deep breath from rambling and smiled nervously at me.

Guilt took over me as I looked at her, feeling horrible for making her so nervous to even talk to me. Would it really be that bad to go to the beach for a few nights? With a nod, I smiled, not even thinking about it properly first. "Okay, well, I'll be there then."

I turned around, walking off to class.

Cooking class with Peter 'Pedo Pete' Sokin always seemed to turn to shit. One look at him and you'd know why we called him Pedo Pete. By the time I'd walked in, he's already helping Felicity Carr cut up lettuce. I think even Marley would know how to cut up lettuce. Pedo Pete didn't need to teach her, and by the look on Felicity's face, she knew that.

After finally leaving Felicity's side, he turned in my direction, looking at me. "You're here, I'll help get you started." He walked over to his laptop and marked me present, before walking over to me, handing me the recipe book.

"Oh, I don't need any help." I offered the fakest smile I could and gestured to my recipe book. "This is why I have a recipe."

"You're behind, after all, you're 5 minutes late." He clicked his tongue and I stared at him with a disgusted look I couldn't hide.

"I'm sure I'll manage pe- Mr Sokin."

The period passed with little contact with the teacher, and soon enough the last bell was ringing loud and clear. I walked out of my classroom and to my locker, grabbing my bag and heading down the stairs along with a rush of students, who all seemed to be keen of getting out of the six hour prison.

The day was bright and sunny and it'd be a nice day to walk back to Sebastian's, although it seemed he always had other decisions for me.

Walking out of the gate of the school, I spotted him leaning against his car in the parking lot and headed over to it. Why was he here? With a small smile, I walked over to him, trying to dodge the cars exiting their parking spaces.

I reached him, noticing the cigarette in between his index and thumb. He took a drag. "Get in the car." I shook my head at his bossiness, getting in the car.