''Am I interrupting something?'' a very familiar voice, standing behind Luke asks.

I sigh and continue to mix the flour in the bowl. Sebastian approaches Luke and stands beside him, towering over him.

"Hey man," Luke says with a grin. But Seb does not respond; instead, he gives him a cold, harsh stare, his jaws set.

"Leave," his calm yet cold remark, causes me to halt and stare at them in uncertainty. Even Luke appears confused, and before he can open his mouth to speak,

''I said, leave'' Seb seethes.

''Woah, buddy, calm down," he says playfully, but then his eyes sparkle with something when they meet mine and shook his head as if something clicked.

''Seriously?'' Luke inquires, returning his eyes to me and then to Seb.

''LEAVE!'' Seb growls at him, making me cringe. Luke simply glances at him, amused, before muttering something in his ears, making Seb clench his teeth even more. But before he can say anything, Luke sends him a grin and looks at me, saying, ''Goodbye Eli, I missed spending time with you, I hope we can do it again."

''Sure'' I nod, still confused by the shift in surroundings, and Luke steps away before gazing back at us. With a final shake of his head, he's gone, and the door gently clicks.

What in the world just happened?

And before I could ask any questions, Sebastian dashes out of the kitchen, followed by a loud slam of his room door.

Well?

I groan and return to work, only to sigh again when I realize what I've done: I forgot to add vinegar to the flour, and now it's simply flour combined with water; what can I do with this? I placed the dough in the fridge and went into my room since I didn't know what else to do. I jump on my bed and stretch like a cat after entering my room; I keep looking at the ceiling and my mind is captivated with whatever happened today. I've moved on and thinking about my past no longer hurts. I am glad to have spoken with Logan and James after such a long time.

But one thing that irks me: why are some people's wounds greater than mine after a breakup, why can't they forget their first love even after years?

"I was always your best friend, never your boyfriend,"

Luke's words echo in my ears, and I can't help was that really how our relationship was because there were very rare times in which I was not contented. Were we always like best friends even when we were in a relationship?

I don't know.

But I knew our relationship was not like the couples in movies and novels; isn't that how it's meant to be?

Is there ever going to be someone who will love me unconditionally?

I don't think so.

With that thought going through my head, I close my eyes and sigh contentedly.

The sound of my phone causes me to open my eyes immediately before it goes off. I pout and turn around to see who it was, and to my surprise, it was dad. I sighed as I checked the time, not knowing when I had drifted off. I had been out for 30 minutes, which was not a long time.

I phoned Dad's number while humming till he answered.

"Hey princess," my father's rich honey voice said.

"Hey, Dad," I said with a smile.

"How is my princess?" Is New York treating my princess well?" he inquired solemnly.

I nod, knowing that my family is unaware of my encounter.

"It's amazing here, Dad."

''I am glad."

We chatted for a bit, and when I inquired about his health and job, he stated he was as fit as a horse. He was whining about how much of a delinquent Theo had become, and I simply chuckled.

"I genuinely feel like Jake growing up again," he sighed.

"Ah, is it that bad?" I laughed.

"You have no idea."

My father is the calmest but scariest man you'll ever meet, yet I've never understood why people are afraid of him because I've never seen him get furious.

"So, is there any man who has shown any interest in you?" he asked, his voice protective and accusatory, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not having this conversation with you," I said in a sing-song voice.

"Prin-" I cut him off, exclaiming, "Bye Dad!"

''WAIT!''

And I hung up, laughing, shaking my head in amusement as my stomach grumbled in response,

"Right, I need to eat."

I stepped out of my room after one more stretch. Until I heard a feminine squeal from the kitchen, the atmosphere was as silent as it was chilly.

Not again, Lord.

I'm so tired of this, I'm so tired of it. I absolutely need to get a place for myself as soon as possible. I approach the kitchen, rubbing my face and stifling a scream.

What's the point of getting there?

Is it okay if I just shut myself in the room?

My stomach grumbled in response, evidently not pleased with my thinking. I approach the kitchen, taking a big breath and exhaling sharply.

A female was babbling, and her voice was quite familiar to me, and hearing her voice made me want to smash my head on the door.

''If you don't mind, I'd like to make my supper, and until then, if you guys could sit in the living room, it would be better for me," I cleared my throat and drew their attention to me. I smiled, but Sebastian only stared at me with his icy blue eyes that were devoid of emotion.

He cleared his throat after staring at me longer than necessary, and before he could open his mouth, a snigger beside him drew my attention.

And now, as I gaze at her red hair and blacktop, I recall the first time I saw her; she was the first woman I met on my first day here. I couldn't help but sneer as a tinge of rage coursed through my blood.

What is wrong with me?

"Oh, so you still living here?" She snickered as if seeing me standing here seemed unbelievable to her.

''No, this is a ghost standing right here," I rolled my eyes, while Sebastian's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything else.

"Bitch, just shut the fuck up," she said, her eyes brimming with fury. My jaw tightened and I flinched, closing my eyes.

It's all right. Nothing is wrong; you have everything under control.

"Apologize," Sebastian's cold harsh voice pulls me out of my inner turmoil. I can't believe it; is he asking me to apologize?

Unbelievable.

"Apologize," he states menacingly, his gaze fixed on the girl.

Oh.

"I'm sorry," she squeaks, "say that to her." I'm at a loss for words to describe how cold he sounds.

She looks at me with disgust in her eyes and says, "I'm sorry."

"Now leave," he says to the girl. She glares at me before putting on a seductive smile, ''Come on, Seb, I know we can forget that, I will make you forget that," she says, raking her hand across his shoulders.

''Leave," he growls, putting distance between them, ''and never in my fucking life show me your filthy presence," he adds, ''now leave!"

Clenching her teeth, she shoots me a harsh piercing stare and begins to walk away before halting in front of me, ''he will get bored of you after a while, and then he will come racing in my arms," she smirked, I didn't say anything, simply watched her leave the flat.

I turned back with a frown on my face and glared at Sebastian, whose gaze was already fixed on mine.

''Did you seriously call her again?" I scowled crossing my arms over my chest.

His gaze darts on my movement before they stay rooted in my eyes,

''At least she's not some ex who cheated on me, and I just made up with her," he responded, but I could interpret the accusation and fury in his voice, I shook my head, not having the energy to argue with him anymore, and approached the fridge, "So this was your plan today? Spending time with your ex?" he emphasized 'ex' as if it disgusted him.

''I am not doing this'' I told in a sing-song voice.

"Why?" he clenched his teeth, "you don't want to share the lovely time you spent with your ex?, come on Ells, I thought we were past that," he grinned, but I could see the rage seething in his eyes. I groaned, I'm not sure why he gets so worked up so quickly.

''Listen, I don't believe I need to explain anything to you, and why does it matter?" I asked, my brow wrinkled, staring at him.

"It does-"

"why? What is the significance of this? You were out with your girlfriend for lunch, and I was-" he cut me off.

''Girlfriend?'' He inquired, his brow furrowed. I lifted an eyebrow and rolled my eyes.

''Seriously? I'm referring to Cindy-" I couldn't continue because he broke out laughing.

"Cindy?" he panted as he laughed, "wait a minute," he laughed again.

And I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my lips; I'd never seen him laugh like that before, at least not with me. He looked great; he appeared carefree and childlike. His eyes crinkled as his body shook with laughter, and something within me melted at the prospect of making him laugh like that.

His ocean blue eyes found me, and they were suddenly swirling with mischief.

Oh god.

With a smile on my face, I rolled my eyes.

''You thought Cindy was my girlfriend?" he remarked, smirking and chuckling.

''I mean, sure," I said matter-of-factly, ''she's so gorgeous, so stunning, so captivating. So amazingly-" he interrupted me off, ''oh, yeah I get it," he rolled his eyes but continued to stare at me smiling faintly.

"So, anyone would be insane not to date her, you know? That's why I assumed you were dating," I shrugged.

"No, she's my friend, we grew up together, it's beyond my imagination to think of her like that, we literally grew up like siblings," he said, rolling his eyes. My eyes widened as I realized she was his friend. I'm referring to 'friend' as in 'normal friend'.

Thank goodness.

I don't think I could ever compete with someone like her. And internally sigh in relief.

Okay, I did not just think that.

That was not my original thought. I couldn't stop myself from groaning in humiliation.

''Ugh!'' I exclaimed as my cheeks turned crimson and returned to my tasks. I made the mistake of raising my eyes, which met with very intense blue eyes that were looking at me with amusement, so I averted my gaze and returned to work when I noticed the mischief swirling back in those, ''Were you jealous Ells?" he smirked leaning against the table, his arms bulging as his body towered over mine. My breathing became uneven, and I could feel my belly doing strange things.

''Please, it's your role is to be envious." I rolled my eyes, but when I didn't receive a reaction, I glanced back at him, which was a mistake because his body was inches away from mine, and his face was much closer than I would have liked.

My heart rate increased, and I'm sure he could hear the thundering beat of my heart. His magnificent ocean blue eyes continued to stare at my dull brown ones with such intensity that something in my heart jolted. The scent of his expensive perfume assaulted my nose, alerting me to our close closeness.

''You're right. It's my role because I do get jealous a lot'' he whispered, staring at me, while his breath caressed my cheeks.

I nodded, nervous and unsure of my own voice in this situation.

''But do you know over whom I get envious so often?" he whispers, his gaze shifting from my lips to my eyes.

I shook my head, ''Come on, I know you can guess," he whispered as he tugged a hair tie behind my ear. When he touched me, a chill raced down my spine.

"Your friends?" I wondered. ''Do you fall on that list," he says, stroking his fingers down my face, and I closed my eyes in response as warmth exploded in my chest.

''I think," I murmur, sucking sharply. I felt as if I'm being hypnotized; my brain isn't working; it's just telling me to stand on my tiptoes and smack my lips on his.

"You are not my friend. I don't want you to be just a friend," he clenched his teeth as his hands around my waist, drawing me in closer.

Well, that stings a little.

Despite this, the feel of his hands on my waist made me feel nervous on the inside, my stomach mixed with butterflies, and if I moved an inch, I'm sure our lips would touch.

"You know why?" he whispered, his gaze going from my lips to my eyes.

"Why?" I whispered back inhaling, doing the same thing he did.

''I don't think of my friends as if I want to fuck them, I don't think of them as if I want to kiss and touch them in every chance I get'' I shudder, '' but I think and want to do all of these with you'' his lips nipping my earlobe, making me shiver.

''I don't fucking know why, but whenever some douche eyes you as if you're some piece of meat waiting to be devoured, I feel like fucking killing that bastard.'' He seethes through his teeth, as he sharply inhales.

''I can't fucking imagine you with anyone else. Fuck. I sound like a pussy, but I want you," he says, his eyes glistening, ''I want you so fucking much, that it hurts" he whispers, and I find myself sniffling at his confession. And before he can finish his sentence, I do something I never imagined I'd be able to do: I crush my lips on his.