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“You can’t put me in a bubble and keep me away from the world, Bastian!” she argues.
“No, I can’t. Not forever,” I admit. “But I can and will do everything in my power to keep you safe until you’re ready to go out into the world.”
“And who determines that?”
“I do.”
She grumbles under her breath as she puts her hands on her hips and I have to bite my cheek to keep from gazing luridly at her body. It’s not easy though. She’s wearing a short spaghetti-strap sundress—white with red polka dots—that showcases those smooth, shapely legs, and has a bustline that makes her full, round tits even more prominent somehow. It’s as difficult to keep from openly gawking at her as it is to keep my mind occupied with other mundane things to stop my growing erection.
“Now, collect your things,” I order. “We’re going home.”
“And if I say no? What would you do if I called the cops and told them you’re trying to kidnap me?” she asks stubbornly.
I look into her face and see that although she’s putting up a façade of resistance, just like the kid earlier, it’s all for show. There’s no substance behind it. But she obviously doesn’t want me to think she’s just giving in either.
“We both know you’re not going to do that,” I say.
“I might.”
“Then do it,” I say and point to the cell phone on her desk. “Pick up the phone and make the call. Let’s go.”
She folds her arms over her chest and looks at her phone, indecision written on her face. She wants to resist. Wants to defy me. At the same time though, she’s still shaken by what just happened with her old schoolmate.
“Make the call or grab your things, baby girl,” I say.
She seems to deflate and her shoulders slump. But she makes the decision and starts to collect her belongings.
“Good girl,” I say.
6
Bree
By the time we get back to Sebastian’s house, I feel like I’ve regained a bit of my steam. I hate to admit it, but what happened with Brock freaked me out. It started off with just a bit of innocent flirting. It was nothing more than a few suggestive, flirtatious comments. I didn't mean anything by them. But when I realized he was taking it a lot more seriously than I intended I tried to quickly to pump the brakes to keep the rapidly escalating situation from getting out of hand, but it was too late.
I’m so grateful that Bastian showed up when he did. I honestly don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t. Brock was a player back at Oakwood and he must have slept with half the school. He’s not used to girls saying no to him. I don't want to think that Brock would have raped me, but I don't know. He had this half-crazed look in his eye that scared me. Even now, when I think back on it and see how twisted his face was and think about him putting his hands on me so roughly, it makes me shudder and sends goosebumps up and down my body.
And the screwed-up thing about it all is that I was only flirting with him because I wanted to get all the thoughts I’ve been having about Bastian out of my head. I know he doesn’t think of me the way I think about him, and I wanted to stop this fucking longing I have for him in my heart. I thought that maybe it might help if I flirted with somebody else. And who better to flirt with than somebody I know? Somebody I know I could never be serious about, but somebody who’s handsome and might be a fun distraction?
The worst thing about it all though is that it didn't work. Not even flirting with somebody like Brock was able to drive the thoughts of Bastian out of my head. That’s why I tried to stop things with Brock—he wasn’t the distraction I thought he might be. Not even close.
“Bree.”
Bastian’s voice is muffled but I can hear him through my door well enough. I don’t want to talk to him right now, so I turn up the volume on the soundbar and sit back on the window seat, staring out at the ocean. Not surprisingly, he doesn’t take a hint and opens the door. I don’t bother turning to him. If he wants to stand there, he can stand there all night for all I care. Instead, I fold my arms over my chest and lean back against the wall, watching the dark forms of the surfers riding the waves into shore as the fading sunlight glitters on the surface of the Pacific.
The stupid thing is, I’m not really mad at him. He saved me today. I’m not even all that mad that he came up and pulled me out of school. Honestly, I only wanted to go to school there because he said I couldn’t. It’s childish and petty. And yeah, maybe it’s a good illustration of his assertion that I’m not grown up enough to go out into the world. I get that. Doesn’t mean I’m going to admit it to him though.
Bastian walks over and turns off the soundbar then closes the music app on my phone. I turn to him with a sour expression on my face. He drops my phone back onto the desk and perches on the corner of it, his arms folded over his chest.
“I was listening to that,” I demand.
“You’re going to listen to me now,” he says.
“If you say so.”
“That was a stupid stunt you pulled,” he tells me. “You could have gotten seriously hurt.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
