Why Is It So Hard? Chapter 1 (SebaCiel)

(Sebastian's POV)

"Sebastian, I like you! Please go out with me!"


Yeah, here it is again. I was already used to being confessed to by multitudes of girls. The only thing that bothered me was why. Why the the hell would they all want to go out with me?


"I'm sorry, Pola. I'm not interested."


She raised her head.


"How come?" she asked "I'm almost sure you don't have a girlfriend."


That was something new. Mostly when I rejected then, they'd say something like Sebastian, you idiot! or You're so cruel, Sebastian! but none of them asked why.


"That's true, Pola. But it doesn't mean I want to date someone based off of the first time I meet them."


"If this is the first time you've seen me, how come you know my name?"


Well, she was smart.


"You're Elizabeth's sister, are you not?"


She looked at me in disbelief.


"You know her?"


"Yes, in fact, I do," I answered. "Wasn't she the one that told you about me?"


"Se-Sebastian...y-you're so cruel..."  Here we go again..."I HATE YOU!"


She ran off, sobbing. I didn't mean to make her cry, but why don't they understand a simple "no"?


Females are a pain.


-~-


"Why is it so hard?" I asked as I placed my head on the cafeteria table.


"What do you mean?" asked Ron, slurping his iced tea.


Ron is one of my best friends, well, to tell the truth, the best of the two. That is what confused me. Why did every single girl want to date me rather than become friends?


"Those girls are going to kill me," I muttered.


Ronald laughed. "How many times have I heard you say that?"


I made a serious face and then...


"OVER 9000 THOUSAND!" I yelled, earning the attention of nearly every customer in the cafe. I couldn't care less, mostly because I was too busy laughing. That's one of the good aspects of having a friend. Having someone to laugh with while the people around you don't know what's going on.


Ron wiped away the tears of laughter. "No matter how many times you repeat that, it always makes me laugh."


"So... how's time passing at work? Got accustomed already?" I asked.


"Yeah, fairly. Listen now! We have a very strange guy working there!"


"How strange?"


"Well... He constantly addresses himself as if he was a girl and fusses that he can't wear the ladies' uniform."


"Oh? A tranny?"


"I suppose so..." Ron shrugged. "And he also has weird hair!"


"Weirder than yours?" I teased.


Ronald was the owner of a very peculiar hairstyle. His hair was cut short, but on the back of his head it was dyed a very dark, almost black colour. It contrasted with the rest of his hair, which was blond.


"Well, maybe not weirder, but still very strange." He brushed a hand through his hair. "Really long, maybe even to his waist and it's dyed...red."


"Red?" I questioned "Are you sure it's not, oh, I don"t know, ginger?"


"I'm 100% sure. It's red like blood!"


"Well, that surely is weird." I sipped some coffee from my cup. "Well, how's your life with Lizzie then?"


He blushed at my question.


Ron has a very light complexion, so every time he blushes (which happens quite often), his face turns almost crimson.


"W-why do you ask?" he stuttered.


"Will you tell me?"


"Well, I guess it's OK. I mean, she's really cute and...well..." I knew Ron was shy when it came to talking about his feelings, so I didn't push it.


"Well, good for you."


Suddenly, he straightened up and said, "Oh God, thanks for reminding me! We're supposed to meet today!"


"Well then, you'd better go. I"ll pay for you-"


"-But she said that I have to take you with me!" he cut me off.


I was dumbfounded at first.


"What the hell?"


"That's what she said. Let's go and pay, 'cause I bet she doesn't like waiting!"


He grabbed his glass and drained it; then my cup followed. I was too confused to pay attention to it. Finally, I sighed and stood up in order to collect my bag and jacket.


Females are a pain.