Different Light

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Chapter Four

Sebastian leaned back against the soft leather seat, watching his step-sister closely. Kathryn was sitting by the window, looking out, her chin in the palm of her hand, seemingly lost in thought. She paid absolutely no attention to him at all, which was nothing new, seemed to be something she did often, because she knew she could. It was one of the things he hated about her, how she always able to shut him out and not talk to him at the drop of a hat.

But he couldn’t do the same to her.

No, he never could. One look from her usually rendered him helpless and he would give her what she wanted. She had always had that power over him. And now she was ignoring him, ever since they got to the party, she had disappeared with the other brunette, came back just before that had to leave, and the entire time stayed close to their host, who seemed to be ignoring him also.

He had resisted following them all over the room; that was just too ridiculous for him to be doing, like some puppy followed its owner. And Kathryn would be that owner, except that he wasn’t, and she did not own him. But now he had all these questions inside of him, he wanted to ask what was going on. Even though they argued and fought, they were closer to each other than to anyone else, and she would tell him a lot of thing that she would never breathe to another soul. And sooner or later she would tell him what she was doing, what she was planning, but he wanted it to be now, not later.

Kathryn had never completely and utterly ignored him like this before, when she ignored him, it was with a hint of awareness; that she was aware of what he was trying to do, not like this. It was strange and he felt something shifting between them.

The small brunette could feel eyes on her, she might be thinking about something, but she wasn’t entirely unaware of her surrounding, not to the point that her step-brother seemed to believe that she could get. She knew he was watching her, could feel the curious gaze following her while she was with the rest of the guests, knew that he would demand she answer whatever question he might have. He was just waiting till they get home, and then the questioning would start. She wasn’t going to give the answer that he wanted. Even after all the time they had known each other, Sebastian still could be so naïve; still thought that she would crumble.

It would never happen, though her dear step-brother didn’t seem to catch that one. And she didn’t know if he ever would.

Moments later they arrived, and the driver came around to open the door for her, she stepped out without looking back. Sebastian footsteps followed her inside. Took off her jacket, Kathryn folded it over her arm and walked straight to her own room, on the way gave out order to her maid to bring her a drink and walked by without waiting to see if her order had been received.

Sebastian took the advantage of being taller, with longer legs to catch up with Kathryn’s quick stride. He knew she had every intention of just disappeared into her room and never come out until it was dinner time, even that. And once she was inside and close the door there was no way he was going to get anything out of her, not now, not ever. So, as soon as she stepped clear of the threshold, he leaped forward and grabbed hold of the door frame, making sure she couldn’t close the door.

“What do you want, Sebastian?”

Kathryn turned around, her bag and jacket still in hand, a frown appeared on her pretty face. She knew this was going to happen, and now that it did, she was displeased.

“Where did you go?” He asked, vaguely aware that he sounded like a thirteen year old wanting to know where his playmate went, except Kathryn wasn’t his playmate, and ever though they got along most of the time, they weren’t exactly best friends.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business where I went, Sebastian.” Kathryn sat on the couch, throwing one arm over the back, leaning against it, with her legs cross, looking up at her step-brother, her posture screaming royalty, just like her status at school, she was the queen. Everyone bowed before her, everyone except one person and it wasn’t Sebastian.

“I…” He trailed off, flustered at her icy stare.

“If you don’t mind, Sebastian, I’d like to have some quiet time,” she stared at him a little longer when he made no move to get out of the room. “By myself.”

Still he didn’t move.

“Please,” she gestured at the still opening door, wanting him to get out and quickly, she had things to do and wasn’t about to let him stand there like an idiot and wasted her time.

Finally, the tall teenager seemed to come back to himself and slowly back out of the room, closing the door behind him. Kathryn settled back against the couch, with her eyes close she thought back to the party, the taller girl, little ride that they took, how it had been so much unlike her to have agreed to be on the back of some motorcycle, no matter who was doing the riding.

She couldn’t believe she let someone else in charge, and that was what the ride symbolized to her, someone else was controlling the machine, true that the same could be said for her having a driver, with a driver, she was ultimately in charge of the destination and the length of time she would be traveling. She could tell him to stop at anytime and he would have no other choice but to stop, but was different with her no knowing the destination, or how long it would last, going on a bike with Faith was just something she would never considered doing.

But there she was, getting on the bike, then held on as tight as she could. And if she was pressed hard enough she would admit that she enjoyed every moment of it.

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“So where have you gone to?”

Faith looked up from the book she was reading, her father was sitting down beside her on the couch, shrugging. “No where.”

“I didn’t see you at all during the party, then you reappeared with Valmont’s daughter, in your leather getup. Now, don’t tell me you didn’t go anywhere.” He grinned, giving her a I-know-you-well look. “So, where did you go?”

Faith just gave him a smirk, unlike with her mother, she got along well with her father, Richard W. Spencer was a softie to his only daughter, what she wanted he would give to her, he understood her rebellious attitude at times and would let her get away with reasonably number of things, that or until his wife stepped in.

“I took the queen for a ride.” She carefully marked her book and put it down, giving her father full attention. “Did mom notice?”

“She might have.” He nodded. “Queen?”

“Kathryn Merteuil.” The brunette replied with a smirk, “she acts like one at school.”

“You mean the daughter of Valmont.” It wasn’t a question, and Faith was a bit surprised, they seemed to throw the name Valmont around and when she said Merteuil she actually expected her father to ask her who that was. But then her father had always paid more attention to the details and not so much of the façade, too bad that the same thing could not be said about her dear mother. Not that she was all that bad, considered what she had seen with a lot of the parents, hers were downright pleasant.

“Step-daughter by marriage I think. But yes, that’s her.”

Richard nodded at his daughter approvingly. She was always such a firecracker, and that was a source of the clash between her and his wife more often than not. The way that his daughter wanted to do things her way and damned all others, while his wife wanted her to act like a lady would. As for him, he’d rather stand on the sideline and not getting shot down while they were at it.

So far it worked well.

“Well, as long as you make friend, honey, and I don’t think your mother notice that you were gone...”

“Or if she did she didn’t really care, since she seemed to get on well with the Valmont.” Faith laughed. “I know dad.”

“My little firecracker,” he ruffled her hair before getting up to leave the room.

“Hey, watch the hair!”

Her father’s laughter echoed the high ceiling as he left the room, Faith knew where he was going, he was going back to work, like always. She was glad that as busy as he was, he still made time to have silly conversation with her whenever he could. He was the one insisting that she moved with them, instead of staying aboard at Phillips Academy then only see them over the holiday breaks. Her mother had not been so insistence, seeing no point in moving her from where she was, not when the school was one of the best.

Faith herself didn’t care.

They insisted that she came, so she did. New school wasn’t bad, and now that there seemed to be something between her and the queen of Manchester Prep, she didn’t think there was going to be problem, unless Kathryn Merteuil considered picking on her interest was a way to a girl’s heart.

Somehow Faith doubted that they would be interacted much in school, or at all. The brunette wasn’t one to fit within the social structure that the other girl seemed to be building around herself, like protective wall, no, she certainly did not fit in anywhere in that little group. But it wouldn’t matter, she was sure that Kathryn would seek her out in someway.

Sooner or later… besides, the queen knew where she lived.

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