Song is "Warning Sign" by Coldplay

This chapter is dedicated for fatfaceheart  ~ Go read her story~ The Untold Story. :)

Also many thanks to the Wing Awards for awarding Mirror Mirror first place for Teen Fiction!!! 

Also....PREWARNING~~~~ Some of you will be hating on Mr. Birch a little so... Just give him some love ~ He's been through a lot!!!

Against my far better yet extremely intoxicated judgment, I didn't push Lindsay away.

"Mmm," she sighed against my lips. Kissing was one way to ensure she didn't talk. A public service of sorts. Even if I was the only one to benefit.

I didn't resist when she led me into the cab of my truck. I wasn't in the mood to fight or think or rationalize all the finer points of why this, right here, shouldn't have been happening.

The list was infinite if I had the time. But the only thing I wanted at this very moment was to avoid any use of my brain whatsoever.

Lindsay's mouth found mine in the near dark confines of the vehicle. Her tongue mingled with mine, and I held back the urge to stop this. It was wrong. Shit, it felt wrong. The bile rising in the back of my throat was proof. But none of that mattered now.

Maybe this would make me forget? If only for a little while since that damn beer wasn't doing the trick.

Like I'd planned.

It didn't even bother me as hands slipped from behind my neck and settled underneath my shirt. Greedy fingers splayed themselves over my biceps, triceps, and chest and roamed down the sides. I imagined it wasn't her. It was far easier that way. Well, that was until Lindsay bit my lower lip and brought me to my senses.

She pulled away, pushing me back by the shoulders till I sat against the driver's side door. Her half-lidded brown gaze stayed on my face as she ridded herself of her sweatshirt. It took her grabbing my hands for the assist with taking off her black bra that I conceded this was happening. Here. With her. With Lindsay Matthews. Something pinched in the pit of my stomach. And the more I tried to force it, the more the pain intensified.

My hands fumbled at her chest. I'd ran through this play plenty of times before and I was an expert. A pro. Drunk or not, this was something else.

Lindsay moved closer and straddled me. Once she leaned in and nuzzled against my neck, I caught sight of myself in one of Bert's oversized side mirrors.

A curtain of her long brown hair came into view as she nibbled my ear. Her lips. Her mouth. Her hands. Her naked upper body flush against mine. Everything was wrong. All of this was wrong.

What the hell was I doing?

The phone in my short's pocket vibrated, bringing everything to a standstill.

"Ignore it. It's probably only Katlyn," Lindsay whispered before her mouth crashed into mine again.

I groaned.

Katlyn—my for the time being girlfriend and Lindsay's supposed, but you couldn't tell by the looks of it right now, best friend.

I jerked my head to the side. "What if it is Katlyn?" My words, slow and unsteady, were barely comprehensible. Regardless, here was an easy out presenting itself, even though it wasn't valid reason whatsoever. I didn't give a shit about Katlyn, not really. I just had to work out the logistics of how to call things off—correctly. But this, right here, was not it.

Going this route to break up with a girl backfired in my face once before. With Cara. And it cost me one of my closest friends by way of Dylan. Even though Katlyn didn't matter to me in the least, I didn't want to be known continually as "that guy."

Because I already was, and everyone knew it.

Even my dear sister, Robin. She had told me on more than one occasion, "it'd come back to bite you in the ass, sooner or later."

And it had.

Lesson learned.

Lindsay, unyielding by my challenge, continued her voracious attention to my body with a hand tugging downward at the waistband of my shorts. "So?"

I chuckled under my breath. Of course, she didn't care. What a joke to think otherwise. My thoughts laggard and it took me a few moments longer than it should have to conjure an adequate comeback. "You don't care if it is?"

Lindsay didn't appear deterred by my mocking tone or the scathing implications attached to those words. It wasn't until I held her back by the shoulders that she comprehended my intent.

"And?" She pushed herself to her knees and huffed. Cheeks flushed, she hastily wiped the stray strands of hair from her face. "What's the problem here? You suddenly have a conscious or something?"

"Maybe?" I offered and grabbed the phone to see who was calling again. Considering everything that all occurred today, it could have been anyone. My mom, wondering where I was since I bolted from the hospital. Owen? Luke? Mason? Any one of my aunts or uncles, calling to congratulate me on the big win. Or maybe Katlyn, like Lindsay, suggested.

Before I had a chance to check my notifications, the bitch clutched the phone from my grasp and turned it off. She was damn lucky I was still inebriated, or otherwise, this here wouldn't have been too pretty.

"Hmmm. So you're telling me that you don't want this?" Lindsay smirked and held the device close to her chest. I could only guess she meant that as an invitation. One that I wasn't going to accept.

"Yessss..." I carried out saying that one word. "Of course, I want." My stalling to finish my sentence brought a playful smile to her face. That was before I said, "My phone. I want my phone, Lindsay. Not you."

"What?" she scoffed and forced a laugh. She didn't believe me. This girl had probably never been rejected in her life. Until now. "You're drunk, Sebastian." Lindsay wrapped a hand around my neck to pull me close. "You don't know what you want."

"Oh, but I do." I had to admit; I was a little drunk as she accused. Drunk enough that I let it slide the couple of times that she had called me by actual name. Shit, after ten plus beers that was a certainty. But this here, with her, was not going to happen. Not tonight. Not ever.

To counter, I pushed her back with a little too much force and ended up ramming my head into the glass window behind me.

I winced, rubbing away the pain. My rebuffing of her didn't even faze her, and she tried again. This time she crawled towards me, seductively, or so she thought. She settled herself on my lap and said, "You're just like me, Sebastian. Don't fight this."

"Just like you?" I slurred. Being compared to Lindsay Matthews was the very last thing I'd ever wanted. I cared, maybe not about my girlfriend as much as I should have. But about Kyle, my best friend that died today, along with his family. Including the only girl that I'd ever loved.

Even if she never knew it.

The clenching in my heart pulled at my insides. If Kyle or Shelby could have seen me right now, with Lindsay, what would they have thought?

Ah shit.

Without wasting another second, I reached over the seat and grabbed Lindsay's shirt, tossing it along with her bra off the dashboard. "You need to go."

My quick hand motioning to my phone resulted in Lindsay passing it back without too much reluctance. I hit the button, and the quick musical number was signaling it had turned on, echoed throughout the car.

Lindsay turned away from me as if somehow embarrassed that I'd seen her in all her half-naked glory. And trust me, it wasn't a privilege as she had touted to others. "I just thought..." Her voice trailed off as she spun in the seat to face me.

I shrugged haphazardly. "Thought what? That I'd be okay with the two of us sleeping together the same day that Kyle died?" By the surprised look on her face, one would have assumed I'd just slapped her. Shit, I was more surprised that it came out not sounding like a garbled mess.

At least I made my point.

The phone ringing again kept Lindsay from immediately responding. A peek later, and I read the name displayed on the screen.

"Hey," I said with the phone held to my ear. My eyes didn't stray from Lindsay as I repeatedly motioned for her to leave by way of the passenger's door. Instead of moving, she crossed her arms as if we would continue this discussion once I hung up the phone.

No way was that going to happen.

"Sebastian, where are you?" Robin all but yelled. There was a distinct agitation in her voice.

"Ummm." I stalled. Did I tell her or not? If I did, she'd only come up here and drag my ass home. Whereas, I'd have to deal with not only the fallout from today but from me drinking as well. Or, just play it off like I didn't know. And pray to God that she didn't delve much deeper.

I chose the latter. "I don't know." An idiotic answer in hindsight, but still.

"Really?" Robin said, and I heard her usual tenaciousness in just those three syllables. She wasn't going to back down. "And what are you doing exactly?"

"Go ahead. Tell her," Lindsay added after overhearing my sister's question.

"Sebastian, who's that?" Robin asked.

If my sister had any inkling of what almost happened with Lindsay, I not only would never hear the end of it, but she might have considered castrating me. This, of course, stemming from when Miss Matthews, not so mistakenly, tried sleeping with Matt, Robin's boyfriend of almost four years. It seemed that Lindsay had made a habit, a game of sorts, of bedding those who were unattainable. For no other reason than just to prove that she could.

I guess in retrospect, maybe we were a lot a like. At least more than I was willing to confess to even myself.

Quickly, I mouthed, "Shut up," to Lindsay. She only shook her head and rolled her eyes in protest.

"No one at all," I answered in a huff. The only problem was since I wasn't paying enough attention to pronunciation as clearly as possible, even I could tell I'd been drinking.

Footsteps had shuffled a few moments before my sister started her car. "You've been drinking." Her accusing tone was enough to shock me into a temporary improved state toward sobriety.

Lying to Robin would only have proved futile. Somehow she always knew. Always.

So I went with an ambivalent, "maybe" as an answer.

"Stay there. I'm coming to you," Robin barked. "Do you understand me?"

Shit. Crap. Damn it. F*ck!

I pounded the steering wheel in retaliation and Lindsay giggled at my perturbed state. The last thing I wanted to deal with was her at the present moment. There were far more important issues to consider. Like an escape route for instance. Especially since it would have to entail some deep thought and planning, which I was not quite in the unintoxicated mindset to do so.

"Just get out." I reached across the seat to open the door for her. If she didn't leave willingly, I'd have to push her ass out, apparently.

She narrowed her eyes and scowled as she hopped from the cab to the ground. With as much force as possible, she slammed the door closed. The entire truck shaking in its wake. "You're such an asshole!"

Yeah, yeah. Sticks and stones, bitch. Sticks and stones.

"Please do not tell me that you just hooked up with some girl." Robin's shrill voice rang into my ear. I'd completely forgotten that we were still supposedly on the phone together. "Today of all days?"

"God, no," I muttered. Almost yes. But that was a mistake. One that never needed discussing or even thought of, past tonight. Anyway, I'd only blame my lapse in judgment on the alcohol if need be. Because sure as shit she would've never even kissed me if I was sober.

"Well, now that you're done with all that, just wait there, and I'll be there in a few minutes to get you."

"How do you?" I started to ask, and then remembered that app my mom used to track down where Tabby was a few times when she stayed out past curfew. It finally got so bad that my little sister implanted a bug to keep her from being found. But that selfish brat, she'd most likely charge me a ton just to get her to do the same for me. Not like it would help me in this instance.

"What are you saying?" she asked.

My fingers fumbled with unwrapping the brand new pack of gum. Once piece and then another, I shoved them hastily into my mouth. I needed it to not only mask the foulness of Lindsay's mouth on mine but the remaining stench of the alcohol on my breath as well.

"Nothing," I said in a rush. "Listen, Robin. I'll just see you at home later." After I sobered up, of course.

Her voice, a scattering of abrupt words were silenced once I hit the button to end the call. Not even a minute or so later, I drove back down the gravel road and away from here.

And away from everything.

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