**Sebastian's POV**
"So, how was it, bro? Was she good in bed? Did she moan too loud? How many rounds?" Nathan interjected as he sat beside me, carrying a plate of food.
"Bro, are you okay? You seem lost!" Alex asked.
"Am I an asshole?" I suddenly blurted out.
No one answered, so I looked at both of them. They were staring at me like idiots.
Did I say something wrong?
"Ahem... yes, you're an asshole!" Nathan replied with a laugh.
"Not just an asshole. A jerk, rude, cold, controlling, ruthless, badass, and so on. Hahaha," Alex added.
Tsk. Idiots.
"Don't get us wrong, bro, but we're just telling the truth. Why did you ask?" Alex said, still grinning.
"I made a girl cry," I said bluntly.
Out of all my friends, these two are the only ones I confide in about my problems or whatever's happening to me. And it's the same for them. We don't just treat each other as friends—we're brothers, a family.
They're always with me in all my antics. We practically have no secrets from one another. They know me, and I know them.
"Aw! Was it in a bad way or a good way?" Nathan asked.
"I'm serious. I didn't know what to do when I saw her crying in front of me," I sighed.
"What did you do?" Alex asked.
I know, for most people, seeing a girl cry isn't a big deal. But for me, it is.
I'm a jerk, but I hate seeing girls cry in front of me, especially if it's my fault.
That's why I'm not into real relationships. I don't want the drama or the tears. I'm content with the women I meet in bars and clubs—just sex, no strings attached.
"I kissed her—I think I stole a kiss from her."
"Oh! Some girls really cry when their kiss is stolen, especially if it's their first," Alex said plainly.
"You've got so much pull with women. Why would you steal a kiss when they're willing to give it to you? Heck, they'd probably give you their whole body," Nathan added.
"I don't think it was her first. I've kissed her twice, and both times, I forced it," I said. "And I got slapped twice because of it," I added.
"What? Who's this girl? I can't imagine you letting a girl slap you. Damn! I wish I had a photo of that for keepsakes," Alex said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I've been thinking about her soft, sweet lips since the first time I kissed her. And she just keeps popping into my mind. I even left the girl I was with last night at the motel because I suddenly thought of her," I said.
"That's different, bro," Nathan said, patting my shoulder before standing up. He went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of juice.
"Maybe it's love. Hahaha," Nathan added, laughing.
"Who is she?" Alex asked, curious. It was the first time I'd told them about something like this, and honestly, it was the first time I'd felt this way.
"The girl everyone's talking about," I answered.
"Oh!" Nathan said.
"Really?" Alex added.
"So, you're one of those who've been captivated by her," Alex said while focusing on his game.
"Her name is Jasmin," I said.
"Now you know her name. I think this is the first time I've heard you mention a girl's name," Nathan said, grinning.
"We can't blame Basti if he's attracted to Jasmin. She's pretty, has a nice figure, even if she's a bit skinny, and her height's just right for a girl," Alex said, turning off his phone in frustration. He probably lost his game again.
"Should I apologize?"
I looked at the two of them as they suddenly stood up and placed their palms on my head.
"Whoever you are, demon possessing Basti's body, leave him alone!" Nathan said.
"Leave, or we'll burn your soul in hell," Alex added.
I pushed their hands away. They sat back down, laughing uncontrollably.
"It was just a kiss, bro. Why would you apologize? Besides, she's known for selling herself to men. She's probably been kissed by other guys too," Nathan said after his laughter subsided.
"She's not a whore!" I said seriously.
"How do you know?" Alex asked.
"She told me," I replied bluntly, surprising them both.
"Seriously?" Alex asked. "So, are the rumors about her lies, just made up?" he added.
"But there are pictures of her with an older man leaving a club," Nathan said.
I haven't seen the pictures yet. And I don't know if what she said about not being that kind of girl is true. But honestly, I don't care what she is or what her job is. What's important to me now is to get rid of this weird feeling. To get her out of my head...
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**The Next Day**
It was Saturday morning, and I was riding my motorbike back to the condo. I'd slept at our hangout last night.
I decided to stop by a coffee shop to grab some coffee and have breakfast.
I parked my motorbike, got off, and took off my helmet, placing it on the bike.
I walked into the coffee shop and headed to the counter to order.
I was looking at the menu above when—
"Good morn—"
I immediately turned to look when I recognized her voice.
She composed herself and forced a smile at me. "Good morning, sir. What's your order?"
I didn't know she worked here. How many jobs does she have?
"Black coffee and a sandwich," I said while looking at her. She avoided making eye contact.
"Dine in or take out?" she asked without glancing at me.
"Dine in."
I stayed at the counter for a few more seconds, watching her.
"I'll bring your order to your table, sir," she said, turning away. I had no choice but to walk to an empty table.
I chose a spot in the corner where I could still see her.
My eyes followed her every move. Then, one of her coworkers, based on the uniform, approached her and whispered something. A moment later, she glanced in my direction, smiling shyly as if excited.
After a few minutes, someone brought my order to the table. I felt a bit disappointed that it wasn't Jasmin.
"Enjoy your meal, sir," the server said, placing my order on the table with a wide smile.
I looked back at the counter where Jasmin was, but she didn't even glance in my direction.