Chapter Twenty-Three -- Decisions Make The Man
He wasn't allowed any sort of weapons at school, which was a disappointment, so Sebastian had to settle for walking there bare-handed, albeit he would be forced to meet his assassins there, as they were part of the same group of students and shared the same classes. Throughout the entire Sunday, his phone had been quiet, which meant that Milo was still waiting for an apology that would never come. Sebastian hated compulsively that he would have to meet the boy again and stare into those green eyes filled with hurt. According to those websites specialized in teen advice, those soul wounds were superficial and would heal fast, so there was a bit of comfort in that, at least. Too bad such comforts wouldn't be bestowed upon him, as well.
Tani walked by his side, and he could tell that his sister was dying to ask him something.
"You are allowed to talk if there's something bothering you," he eventually said.
"Allowed? Pfft," she replied. "Where is Milo? Do you guys really have a fight? Is that how you broke your nose? But I thought you two made up." The sentences shot off her tongue like projectiles.
"I didn't break my nose, and this minor wound happened as I stumbled over a piece of furniture that wasn't where it was supposed to be. As for Milo, it doesn't concern you."
"For real? I'm your sis, remember?" Tani had the same playful manner of speaking as many teenagers, but Sebastian could feel that she was, indeed, bothered, by how she slowed down her pace, forcing him to do the same.
"Milo and I broke up," he said brusquely.
"Say what?" Tani shouted.
Now it was Sebastian's turn to hush her, as the people around turned to stare at them.
"Why?"
"It's complicated, and as a young girl, you wouldn't understand it anyway."
Tani pondered over her following words. "I would," she said quietly. "You can tell me."
Sebastian stopped and looked at her for a few moments. She was just so young; if Milo couldn't understand and believe that he was from another world, how could Tani be more accepting of such a strange thing? He decided to keep silent. The less involved the people around him were, people he had come to care about, including this silly girl, the better. It was his curse and duty to get rid of the assassins without having Tani know about it. The chances were that even if she believed him, she would get scared, and Sebastian had no time nor the inclination to deal with her fears, on top of it all.
"There are things you can only understand when you reach the right age," he settled for an explanation.
Tani groaned in frustration. "Ugh, you sound just like mom! Then I'll ask Milo."
"No, you won't do such a thing," Sebastian said sternly.
"Is it that bad? Ah, it must be one of those misunderstandings that appear at the start of any new relationship," Tani said. "That means you'll get over it."
Sebastian failed to understand how Tani was coming up with such statements. No, he would never get over it because he would never put Milo in harm's way, nor he would ever forget him, now that he was so hopelessly in love with him. He took Tani's hand firmly and rushed her toward the subway station.
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He waited for the other students to rush inside at the sound of the bell so that he could walk into the classroom at the last minute and thus avoid having to talk to Milo. The less contact he had with him, the better, Sebastian decided, especially since his enemies would watch his every move. He had trained in his room throughout the day before, following various advice offered freely on the internet on how one could defend himself. The encouraging part was that he had discovered that he was quite adept at learning the techniques presented, as it appeared that even his current inadequate body could respond to the challenges at hand. Maybe part of who he was inside could be transferred into the actions he would perform when forced to take a stand again against his assailants.
He walked in, right after the teacher, and took advantage of all the commotion in the room to dash to his place.
"What the hell happened to your face?"
That was Milo's voice, but Sebastian didn't turn to look at him. "Don't speak to me. We broke up," he whispered.
"I thought you were joking."
"And I clearly told you I wasn't."
"Mr. Martin, Mr. Bennett!" the teacher snapped as the students finally fell quiet, and they were the only ones still ignoring her. "Haven't you had enough time to talk in your spare time?"
"My apologies," Sebastian said politely.
"Mr. Martin, have you sustained an injury? Do you need to go home? Or to see a doctor?" the teacher asked as she noticed the state of his face.
People in this world tended to fret over minor wounds like they were life-threatening. "No, thank you for your concern," Sebastian replied. "I am in no mortal danger, and I do not require a healer. My mother tended to my wounds."
"Still a smartass," the teacher said with a sigh. It was the same who had sent him to detention that time, so Sebastian needed to tread cautiously around her. As things stood, he was in no need of such a waste of time. "But how did you injure yourself?"
"Maybe he stumbled over his own legs," Chet suddenly spoke.
Sebastian turned in his seat and took a long hard look at the pig-like face. While he had every reason to delay a second confrontation, he wouldn't give that boy the satisfaction of cowering in his presence. Chet and his posse laughed, but the rest of the students began whispering between them. Sebastian knew how to recognize worry when he saw it. How many times hadn't he seen it in his people when monsters were at the gates? He knew no such thing; it was his duty to protect the others, and it was what he did every time, without wasting a moment on dealing with such feelings.
The correct thing to admit to himself was that he hadn't known worry before. Now, he worried for Milo and what those disgusting boys could do to him. Even if all they wanted were to tarnish his reputation on grounds Sebastian couldn't comprehend, and in the process, prevent him from playing his favorite sport, he still wouldn't allow it. Milo and his passion had to be protected at all costs.
"Did these idiots do something to you?" Milo whispered and fidgeted in his place.
"I just fell," Sebastian said out loud, without looking at Milo. "It could happen to anyone," he added and met Chet's eyes with determination. For a moment, the pig-like face lost that stupid smile.
"If you're all right, let's just get to what's far more important. Your education," the teacher said, and soon only the sound of pens scribbling on paper could be heard.
Sebastian stole a glance at Milo. He looked as beautiful as ever, but it was easy to notice that there were dark circles under his eyes and that his mouth was set in a grim line. Since he was just looking at his notebook, like everyone else, Sebastian stared a little more. The large calloused hands were clenching tightly.
