“I hate Sebastian Romero with all my heart. His face, attitude and just the fact that he exist fills me with pure anger. I can swear on my life that he is pure evil.” – words from my diary from when I was 8 years old though those words still apply. That memory of me writing those specific 3 sentences to me when I ended up in the infirmary with him.
“What am I doing here? Scratch that, what are you doing here?” I asked as I continued to glare at him.
“Now is that anyway to talk to the man who carried you, princess style mind you, all the way here?” He said with a raised eyebrow. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“Are you going to tell me how I got here or not?”
“Well, when a mom and a dad love each other they have a special kind of hug and-“
“You know that’s not what I mean, Romero!” I clenched my fists. Now you can understand where my hatred for him comes from.
“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands up defensivily, “you got hit by a dodgeball right in the face and passed out. See, I bet now you wish I didn’t tell?” I groaned and fell back on the infrimary bench.
“You can go now.” I say shooing him with the hand not covering my face.
“Actually. I’d rather stay here,” I turn towards him confusion clouding my face,” perfect excuse for being late, you know”
“Also…” He got up from his seat and walked over to where I was laying,” I can be you nurse.” He finished smirking.
“I don’t think so, Romero.” I say siting up.
“Please, tell me you’ve never dreamed of having a sexy nurse” he said smirking, “aka, moi”
“If you’re not leaving then I am.” I jump off the bench and am hit with a wave of nausea. Next thing I know I’m in the arms of the person I wouldn’t befriend if we were the last two beings on this earth.
“My, oh my, It seems that you have fallen for me.” He said with an over-exagerrated confident face.