125 He Stole My Soul

Scarlett's POV

He NEVER sits with me. He is always by Ava's side at the Fullers, and he is always across the table at our

house.

"Sebastian..." Ava mumbles, suddenly dropping her face when she was grinning so widely a second ago when Jack Fuller promised to pay for all the stuff I threw, "I, I want to-" She stands up, her plate in her hands.

She wants to move over.

"Where else should I sit?" Sebastian sits straight with an arm on the back of my chair. He looks at me and not Ava when he points at the empty chair on his other side: "You know who this chair is for?" Ava freezes where she is, staring at Sebastian so nervously in anticipation, her fingers on the edge of the plate are turning white.

I roll my eyes. Yeah. Sure. Your princess. The apple of your eye. Like I care for sitting beside you.

I grab my plate to move, but he grabs my wrist first: "That's Anna's seat and you know why?"

Both me and Ava are shocked frozen.

He gives me a harmless

in his damn face!

been purposely sitting with

heavy move. Everyone

Sebastian.

Sebastian's new plan is to irritate Ava so much that she would murder me. Then he

doesn't even look up at her. But Ava budges. She lowers her head and murmurs:

and look away. Even looking

pushed away, putting it by his left hand - as in, as far as it is from me - and glancing at me, "I will forgive you when you

for an ice coke? Ha! I don't even drink coke unless with buffalo wings, and the Fullers do not eat spicy

the kitchen with a bright smile, "It's your favorite, Scar!" She puts it on my side of the table,

it." ULY E

when I am alone because Sebastian doesn't touch spicy

Stole My

buried in my heart tickles hearing that he knew and made this

fingers around that single cup of ice coke

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