Its a big place. You wont even run into him, Matt said encouragingly. Besides, if Sebastian is leaving, when will you get a chance to see him again? Matt asked, excited by his idea.
I was hoping not anytime soon, Becky whispered to me.
Awesome, Matt declared. Well meet this week. But Im warning you, Raven, if you open your locker this afternoon and find a ring, then Im telling Alexander.
As soon as the sun set, I hopped on my bike and motored toward the Mansion. It was imperative I get to Alexander posthaste, and this time I wasnt going to let anyone stand in my waynot even a handsome soccer snob. I was fortunate that all I had to dodge were a few cars and a woman walking her poodle.
I pounded on the door until Jameson politely let me in. I paced on the squeaky parlor floorboards for what seemed like an hour until Alexander finally entered the room.
Alexander was dreamy, standing in the doorway, his long black hair tousled and slightly damp from his shower.
You have to talk to him, I exclaimed. I have to talk to him.
What? Talk to who? he asked.
Sebastian, I said, racing over to him.
I was so harried, the note card fell out of my hoodie pocket and onto the floor. Alexander picked it up before I could place my boot over it.
Until we meet againSebastian? he read aloud.
Alexanders dark eyes turned angry red. What is my best friend doing giving you cards? he asked, his brow furrowing.
It wasnt a card, Alexander. It was flowers.
Alexander looked shocked, then angry. He couldnt hide a feeling of betrayal as his expression tightened. Sebastian! he began to call.
I grasped his arm. They werent for me.
Then who were they for? he asked skeptically.
Becky. He texted her all night and then had roses waiting for her in her locker.
Alexander was only partially relieved. Now he was confused. Why would he do that? he asked softly.
You heard him last night. He said he loved her.
I know, but I didnt think he meant it. Besides, hes copying my moves. Leaving surprises in your lockerwell, Beckys.
He has to stop, Alexander. Becky isnt used to this kind of attention. And he is, after all
Like me? he asked with a hint of sadness.
No one is like you, I said, taking his hand.
Sebastian has never acted like this before.
To make matters worseMatt wants to meet him. He has no idea the flowers were for her. He thinks they were for me.
Who gave him that idea? he asked, slightly accusatory.
Well
So now everyone at school thinks my best friend is hitting on my girlfriend?
First of all, hes not. And second, no one knows.
Youre sure?