He finishes his burger, eyes shining with mischief. “Then I can show you abnormal.”
“That’s…not what I meant, you pervert.”
“I was thinking about different positions. Where did your head go, pervert?”
My cheeks flame and I stuff a few French fries in my mouth to stop from incriminating myself further.
Sebastian runs the tip of his fingers over my cheek. “You have a cute blush.”
“I told you, I’m not cute!”
“Easy, Tsundere.”
“So now what? We’re just going to sit here while you annoy me?”
“I annoy you?”
“That’s news…because?”
“You don’t know me, Nao.”
“I know you’re a rich kid from a rich family with political shit going on. Oh, and you’re the star quarterback nobody shuts up about and keeps shoving down everyone’s throat—mine included, by the way. Does that sum it up?”
“Not even close. You just described the image I project, which is so similar to your metallic Goth, satanic follower image. Does it express who you are on the inside?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why do you think mine does?”
Because I want it to. Because I’m still holding on to the hope that he’ll indeed turn out to be shallow. Yet the more time I spend with him, the more I’m certain the opposite is true.
After chewing a bite of my burger, I choose my words carefully. “No, I don’t. I believe everyone has layers they hide from the outside world.”
“Precisely. Just like how we’re both hiding how much we enjoyed that chase and everything that happened after.”
“Sebastian…”
“It’s a layer that you refuse to acknowledge because you’re ashamed of it.”
“You’re…not?”
“No. It’s who I am and there’s nothing to change about it.”
“But you’re hiding it, too.”
“Not because I’m ashamed.”
“Then why?”
“To play the social game. But I don’t have to with you, because we’re compatible.”
I snort. “How many girls have fallen for that?”
“None, because I’ve never found one compatible enough to say it to.”
“Then keep searching.”
“Why would I when you’re right in front of me?”