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"Rob told me that you asked him how the play was going, then he answered, admitting he made a silly joke, for which he apologised profusely for, but stressed that he said it as a joke, then you started swearing, and pushed him, so he pushed you back."
"Wait, no! I know I didn't tell you the whole story but that's not true either..."
"Sebastian!" interrupted Samantha, "Because of that you told me, I went and spoke to your classmate, like you were in primary school again, and then I find out you lie to me, making me look like an idiot. I know this role has been more awkward for you and your dad than I first expected but I didn't think I'd have you trying to make me go and tell off my fellow cast members like I'm sort of psycho mum."
"I'm sorry," mumbled Sebastian.
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He knew that Rob was in the wrong, and had twisted the situation to make himself look the better man, but Sebastian knew he had lost his moral high-ground the moment he omitted things to his mum. He should've trusted her to take his side with the whole truth.
"Do you want me to give up the show?" asked his mum and, with a huge sigh, sat down on the edge of his desk.
Sebastian's heart leapt at the prospect, but then he looked at his mum's frown and felt guilty for putting his own feelings first again. His mum really liked doing this play; she loved acting.
He stood up and gave her a hug as he spoke, "No, I'm sorry, I won't make things difficult for you again."
His mother kissed him on the check as she told him she loved him, to which he replied with a grunt. She shook her head and then they both sniggered at each other. It was then that Sebastian actually looked at his mum's face properly; until now he had been skulking and looking at the floor mostly.
"Uh... Mum..." he started to say, awkwardly, "Your lipstick is kinda smeared."
"Oops," she said, covering her mouth before she continued, "That was from... I'll go sort it out."
She dashed out with a quick smile. Sebastian knew he lipstick must've smeared from kissing Rob. Even if it was just acting, it still pissed off Sebastian.
In the intervening weeks between then and the current moment; his drive into school, Sebastian had still uncovered very little in terms of what he should expect to see when it came to the sex scenes.
Sebastian had read his mother's copy of the script and agonised over any scene where they had to act romantically or passionately. A large portion of the play was fine; Lisa's taboo romance with David was only a part of the overall story, a large part certainly, but even within that the sexual elements were limited to around half-a-dozen scenes, with most of them only extending to kissing or erotic dialogue.
He had found the two more explicit scenes and read the context surrounding the scenes but the actual acts themselves were not detailed in the script; it just wasn't clear exactly what they would be doing. He could see notes his mother had added but even those didn't really reveal much.
Opening night came on the first Thursday of November; performances were to run on Thursday and Friday nights until the Friday before Christmas, and Sebastian had expected to get an earful of gloating from Rob. However, he hadn't heard much from him the Friday after, nor much in the three weeks since then. Sebastian thought he might have just finally got bored of teasing him. In fact, though the two had never got on, Rob hadn't actively bullied Sebastian since they were perhaps 15, it was only after he was given the role opposite his mother that he started back up again this year.
Sebastian had wondered if the reason Rob had laid off him was because his mother had invited Rob to her 38th birthday party, the Saturday a week after the play opened. Her party wasn't anything particularly extravagant; Samantha was going to share a few drinks with friends at the house, but a couple of weeks before the event, she extended the invite to the cast and crew putting on the play; it was a small enough production that it added only an extra 14 invites, of which she only expected 5 or 6 people to take up the offer.
Though it wasn't a hugely personal invite, Sebastian figured that his mum making the friendly gesture to Rob meant that even he couldn't continue being an arsehole without feeling a little too guilty.
It was bitter-sweet though, for a few reasons. At first, what irritated Sebastian was that Rob was a legitimate guest in his home, so Sebastian had to take his coat, offer him a drink, and generally be polite to him. However, as the evening grew on, Sebastian started to get annoyed at how good Rob was good at ingratiating himself with others.
He had come with a gift, which was expected, but unlike the majority of other guests, it wasn't just a bottle of wine or a box of chocolates. Apparently, for one of the scenes in the play, his mother had to wear a pink floral blouse, which she borrowed from one of the female crew, but she had thought it rather suited her. It seemed Rob had found a similar one and got it for her, a gesture that she was very touched by.
Samantha's female friends were also very giggly, especially after a few glasses of wine, at the fact she'd be cavorting around with someone her son's age. They cornered Rob a few times and said, in Sebastian's opinion, very inappropriate things, such as complimenting him on his looks, and a couple of them even asked, jokingly, if they could stand in for their friend for a couple of performances. One of her friends, who had already seen the performance, even got a seriously dirty look from her husband after she joked that his acting looked steamier than some real-life efforts.
Even his dad had been won over. Sebastian had taken some solace that his dad was also somewhat uncomfortable with the play, but now that he had met Rob and been charmed by him, particularly a long conversation about Newcastle United, he could feel his dad switch sides too.
That was probably what bothered him the most, especially because of how Rob and his mother were being quite touchy-feely the whole time. Nothing that went overboard; an arm touch here, a hand resting on shoulder there, all pretty innocent, but he expected his dad to be annoyed that a guy less than half his age was behaving that way with his wife.
However, as always, it worked out in Rob's favour; his dad earnestly thanked Rob for the 'riveting discussion'; his mum's friends all hugged him goodbye and the one who had already pissed off her husband gave him a wink and called him 'stud'; and, worst of all, his mum gave Rob a tender kiss on the cheek before saying how nice it was for him to come along.
For the last two minutes of the car journey, Sebastian thought about how much that weekend annoyed him, even though a fortnight had passed since then, and during the whole time, Rob had been pretty civil.
As his mum's car pulled up in the school car park, Sebastian rushed a 'bye' to his mum and got out the car quickly. As soon as he started walking away from the car, he pulled out his phone and brought up the blog that he had been reading over breakfast. He scrolled down to the line that he had been reluctant to read out loud and read it again in his head.
'but I once again commend Phillips-Moore and Ward who pull off the erotic scenes in a titillating but still rather tasteful way. One might argue it got a little gratuitous but I only believe that was a function of the true chemistry between our lead couple. I would challenge any platonic couple -- I should say the cast bio suggests Phillips-Moore is happily married -- to put on such a convincingly passionate display.'
Sebastian knew this was not the reviewer's intention, but it read as if he was trying to imply his mother and Rob were actually a couple; he reread 'true chemistry' and 'convincingly passionate display' whilst grinding his teeth.
His mother had asked him and his dad to come on closing night, her rationale was that as her last performance it would be her best and most refined, which is the one she wanted them to see. However, he overheard her a few weeks previously, talking to one of her friends. She told them that the real reason was that if Sebastian or his father were too scandalised by the play, being there at closing night they couldn't object to her being in further performances. He didn't like being lied to, but the more he heard about this play, the more it just made him anxious.
As he walked up to the main school building he heard a familiar chuckle and saw Rob and his friends crowding around a phone and boisterously lauding whatever was on the screen.
"Look who it is!" shouted one of Rob's group.
Sebastian had a sinking feeling when all of them looked up.
"Yo Seb, your mum can fucking act!" shouted another.
"Act fucking, you mean!" replied the first again.
They all 'wahay-ed' the weak pun, except Rob, who walked over to Sebastian, whilst motioning with his hands to his friends, instructing them to calm down.
"Alright mate, the guys came down to the show last night. Henry took a few videos, and they look pretty good. We were just watching the one where, you know me and your mum kinda have to get it on a bit. You can see if you want..." explained Rob, holding Henry's phone out in front of Sebastian.
Sebastian quickly walked to Rob's side to see the screen, when he felt a hand roughly thrust him forward. Sebastian managed to catch himself by grabbing a bin, but his knee whacked out against the stone exterior wall of the school, causing him to yelp out loud.
"Push off you perv, you'll have to wait to see it live," chuckled Rob, as he continued, "It's dark, so no one will see your boner."
"Rob, you cunt!" yelled Sebastian.
He took a swing with his right hand, as soon as Rob turned around. He had aimed squarely at Rob's chest, but Rob's athletic reflexes helped him dodge out the way, so that it was only a glancing blow.
"Fuck off," said Rob, matter-of-factly, and returned a solid punch right to Sebastian's jaw.
He yelled out and stumbled backwards, knocking into the bin, which kept him upright again.
As he cradled his face, he heard running footsteps and a yelling voice, "OH MY GOD! What are you two doing?!"
Samantha rushed straight to Sebastian and pulled his hands away to check his face.
"Oh god, your lip's bleeding. It's probably going to swell up," she stated with concern in her voice.
"Mum, what are you doing here?" asked Sebastian, as he realised speaking caused the pain in his lip to get worse.
"You forgot your bag in the car, but what's more important," she said, sternly, and then looked round at Rob, "is what the HELL are the two of you doing?!"
Sebastian quickly spoke, despite the discomfort it caused to his mouth, "Rob and his friends were laughing at me and then Rob came over and started shoving me around..."
"Hey! First of all, we weren't laughing at you we..." started Rob.
"Sebastian!" interrupted Samantha, "I heard you yell a... very nasty word... then try to punch Rob. Do NOT lie to me like last time."
"Sam..." said Rob, tentatively, "and Seb, I'm sorry..."
"So you should be!" interrupted Samantha, again, "You should know better, you know you're bigger than Sebastian, you could just ignore him. Do you two actually understand how awkward this makes everything and not to mention how c***dish this is? Are you supposed to be adults now?"
Sebastian went red with humiliation as he could see Rob's friend's sniggering in the background, out of his mother's sight. He slinked back and waited in silence, willing his mother and Rob to go away.
"I'm sorry, Sam," apologised Rob, as he put his hand on her shoulder.
As his hand softly pulled away, Sebastian's mum rested her hand on the forearm of the guy who just punched him in the face, and replied, "I'm fine, you need to apologise to Sebastian."
"You're right... Sorry I got so heated buddy, I really didn't mean for this to happen. Hopefully I didn't bust up your lip too bad."
Samantha looked at her son, and Sebastian knew what she wanted him to say.
Unclenching his jaw, he reluctantly mumbled, "Sorry."
"That didn't feel as genuine as Rob's but it'll do for now, let's go to the car, I have some things in my bag to clean up this cut," she ordered, before turning to Rob, and in the same directive tone, continued, "You and your friends can go now, and I hope I can trust you to act like grown-ups."
"Yes, Sam," agreed Rob humbly, but then, he was almost sure of it, Rob smirked at him.
****
Sebastian was called downstairs by his mother, at around 11am on Saturday. He had spent Friday night alone as his mum had come home late after Friday's performance -- she was usually back around 11pm but he heard her come in around 1am -- and his dad was out with work for someone's leaving drinks so he didn't come back much earlier than her.
His dad looked a little groggy and had a pint of water sitting in front of him, as well as a packet pf paracetamol. His mum was cooking bacon, whilst swinging her hips to a beat she was humming. She added the bacon to a big dish that already included sausages and scrambled eggs, and then served the fry-up to Sebastian and his dad, whilst making herself a bowl of muesli and yoghurt. He had told his mum a few times to lighten up about her uber-healthy diet, but then maybe that's why she had the confidence to wear a form-fitting tank top and short-shorts around the kitchen and his dad wore a baggy t-shirt and cotton trousers over his 'softer' physique.
His dad took a few bites of his breakfast and began to perk up a little. A bit more with it, he looked at his son and his expression quickly turned to one of concern.
Leaning in towards Sebastian he asked, "What's wrong with your lip, is that a cut? It definitely looks swollen."
"Um... yeah..." muttered Sebastian, apprehensive about having another awkward conversation about Rob.
"What happened?" pressed his father.
"He got himself into a fight," sighed his mum, before Sebastian could respond.
"How? With whom?"
"Well, Rob and his friends were discussing the play amongst themselves, and Sebastian was being sensitive, and swore loudly and a took a punch at Rob," explained his mother.
"That doesn't sound like Sebastian," contested his father, looking at him for a second before turning back to Samantha, "and how do you know what happened?"
"I was there, it was just after I dropped him at school, I heard him shout the word..." she hesitated, before dropping to a whisper, "...cunt."
The three of them then launched into a heated discussion. It started with Jeremy taking his son's side and the revelation that he had been kept out of the loop about a previous fight had only antagonised him further.
However, as the conversation drew on, Jeremy softened to his wife's point-of-view, and his own personal positive experience with Rob, and by the end of it, though neither parent chastised their son, they were both convinced that he was acting out and starting confrontations with Rob. Whilst his father had originally, back in August, held reservations about his wife acting in an erotically-charged play with a teenage classmate of his son, it seemed that now he had come to terms with it and was keen to have his son relax about the issue, especially if it was causing him to get into physical tussles.
Feeling like he had just been humiliated by Rob again, but unwilling to continue talking about it, Sebastian conceded the discussion, and nothing more was mentioned about it after his mother assured her husband that Rob was as apologetic as he could be for lashing out 'after being provoked'.
Hiding his frustration, he retreated to his room and sat down at his laptop, opening his internet browser. Facebook was set as his homepage and his newsfeed loaded quickly, and the first post was by his mother, it was a selfie of her and Rob. 24 likes and two 'loves'; what was there to like about this picture, let alone 'love' it?
With a sigh, he clicked on it to see it had been posted at 23:47 on Friday night, which explained where she was the night before. The cast had apparently gone out together on Friday nights since the play opened. Samantha had only joined them for one drink on the first couple of nights out but, as well as last night, she had joined them last week, as her fellow actors wanted to get her birthday drinks apparently; he scrolled down to see a similar selfie marking that occasion too, again, just her and Rob.
He sighed again, wondering why she couldn't have made better friends with someone else on the cast or crew, why it had to be just Rob. His irritation didn't improve when he saw the third most recent post; the poster for their play, which had her seductively leaning back against Rob as they kissed over her shoulder.
Her profile picture was one of his parents and Sebastian on a family holiday in Crete, but it had gained just 12 likes compared to the 20+ likes that both her selfies with Rob and the poster got. Yes, he knew that some of those likes were from Rob's friends, who could see the photos as he was tagged in them, but the poster got a reaction from 43 separate people. All of them liking that she was kissing stupid fucking Rob. He returned to his newsfeed and hid further updates from his mum, whispering to himself that there was only one more month to go.
****
Sebastian had been on Christmas break all week, which gave him more than just a break from school. However, the much appreciated release from reminders about his mother and Rob's play; reminders that usually took the form of teasing by Rob's friends, was about to end.
The day before Christmas Eve was the closing night for the play, and therefore the night Samantha's family was finally due to watch her performance. His mother was already there, preparing, so Sebastian and his dad took a taxi together to the modestly sized theatre. They talked, a little awkwardly, about anything other than the play, and when they arrived they grabbed a pint at the theatre bar. They both showed signs of anxiousness, but his father was definitely the calmer of the two.
At 20 past 7, the father and son entered the hall, taking their reserved seats at the front of the six rows; his dad's was the seat next to an exit and Sebastian's was one along from that. Samantha had arranged those specifically, so that Jeremy and Sebastian could quietly duck out from the audience if any of the scenes became too intense for them. Sebastian's heart began to throb with apprehension as the lights dimmed and the curtains pulled back...
****
It was nearly an hour into the play and so far only one scene had made Sebastian that uncomfortable. He knew that would be the case though, having read the script. Most of the first half developed Lisa's struggle with an emotionally abusive husband and how the companionship between her and David, the troubled c***d of an alcoholic single father, had helped them both build up their inner confidence.
Eventually, Lisa gave into her feelings for David and the two went for a stroll in the park, where they shared a brief but fervent kiss. It wasn't the easiest thing to watch but Sebastian would have much rather have seen that a hundred times compared to what he knew was coming up next.
Lisa was at her desk in the classroom; she had given the excuse she was marking papers but really, she was waiting for her teenage lover. David walked into the classroom, and approached Lisa at her desk. Sebastian thought to himself that Rob probably didn't have to act very hard to capture David's cocky swagger. There was some provocative dialogue, which sounded strange in his mother's voice, even if he knew it was coming, and then he watched Rob pin his mum against the desk and lean in to make-out with her, under the guise of David and Lisa.
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He could see his dad squirm a little, and then, ducking down low, take a few footsteps to the near exit and quietly slip out back into the bar area, ready for the intermission. Sebastian considered escaping too, but after all he had gone through, morbid curiosity took over and he stayed glued to his seat.
"Wait, no! I know I didn't tell you the whole story but that's not true either..."
"Sebastian!" interrupted Samantha, "Because of that you told me, I went and spoke to your classmate, like you were in primary school again, and then I find out you lie to me, making me look like an idiot. I know this role has been more awkward for you and your dad than I first expected but I didn't think I'd have you trying to make me go and tell off my fellow cast members like I'm sort of psycho mum."
"I'm sorry," mumbled Sebastian.
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He knew that Rob was in the wrong, and had twisted the situation to make himself look the better man, but Sebastian knew he had lost his moral high-ground the moment he omitted things to his mum. He should've trusted her to take his side with the whole truth.
"Do you want me to give up the show?" asked his mum and, with a huge sigh, sat down on the edge of his desk.
Sebastian's heart leapt at the prospect, but then he looked at his mum's frown and felt guilty for putting his own feelings first again. His mum really liked doing this play; she loved acting.
He stood up and gave her a hug as he spoke, "No, I'm sorry, I won't make things difficult for you again."
His mother kissed him on the check as she told him she loved him, to which he replied with a grunt. She shook her head and then they both sniggered at each other. It was then that Sebastian actually looked at his mum's face properly; until now he had been skulking and looking at the floor mostly.
"Uh... Mum..." he started to say, awkwardly, "Your lipstick is kinda smeared."
"Oops," she said, covering her mouth before she continued, "That was from... I'll go sort it out."
She dashed out with a quick smile. Sebastian knew he lipstick must've smeared from kissing Rob. Even if it was just acting, it still pissed off Sebastian.
In the intervening weeks between then and the current moment; his drive into school, Sebastian had still uncovered very little in terms of what he should expect to see when it came to the sex scenes.
Sebastian had read his mother's copy of the script and agonised over any scene where they had to act romantically or passionately. A large portion of the play was fine; Lisa's taboo romance with David was only a part of the overall story, a large part certainly, but even within that the sexual elements were limited to around half-a-dozen scenes, with most of them only extending to kissing or erotic dialogue.
He had found the two more explicit scenes and read the context surrounding the scenes but the actual acts themselves were not detailed in the script; it just wasn't clear exactly what they would be doing. He could see notes his mother had added but even those didn't really reveal much.
Opening night came on the first Thursday of November; performances were to run on Thursday and Friday nights until the Friday before Christmas, and Sebastian had expected to get an earful of gloating from Rob. However, he hadn't heard much from him the Friday after, nor much in the three weeks since then. Sebastian thought he might have just finally got bored of teasing him. In fact, though the two had never got on, Rob hadn't actively bullied Sebastian since they were perhaps 15, it was only after he was given the role opposite his mother that he started back up again this year.
Sebastian had wondered if the reason Rob had laid off him was because his mother had invited Rob to her 38th birthday party, the Saturday a week after the play opened. Her party wasn't anything particularly extravagant; Samantha was going to share a few drinks with friends at the house, but a couple of weeks before the event, she extended the invite to the cast and crew putting on the play; it was a small enough production that it added only an extra 14 invites, of which she only expected 5 or 6 people to take up the offer.
Though it wasn't a hugely personal invite, Sebastian figured that his mum making the friendly gesture to Rob meant that even he couldn't continue being an arsehole without feeling a little too guilty.
It was bitter-sweet though, for a few reasons. At first, what irritated Sebastian was that Rob was a legitimate guest in his home, so Sebastian had to take his coat, offer him a drink, and generally be polite to him. However, as the evening grew on, Sebastian started to get annoyed at how good Rob was good at ingratiating himself with others.
He had come with a gift, which was expected, but unlike the majority of other guests, it wasn't just a bottle of wine or a box of chocolates. Apparently, for one of the scenes in the play, his mother had to wear a pink floral blouse, which she borrowed from one of the female crew, but she had thought it rather suited her. It seemed Rob had found a similar one and got it for her, a gesture that she was very touched by.
Samantha's female friends were also very giggly, especially after a few glasses of wine, at the fact she'd be cavorting around with someone her son's age. They cornered Rob a few times and said, in Sebastian's opinion, very inappropriate things, such as complimenting him on his looks, and a couple of them even asked, jokingly, if they could stand in for their friend for a couple of performances. One of her friends, who had already seen the performance, even got a seriously dirty look from her husband after she joked that his acting looked steamier than some real-life efforts.
Even his dad had been won over. Sebastian had taken some solace that his dad was also somewhat uncomfortable with the play, but now that he had met Rob and been charmed by him, particularly a long conversation about Newcastle United, he could feel his dad switch sides too.
That was probably what bothered him the most, especially because of how Rob and his mother were being quite touchy-feely the whole time. Nothing that went overboard; an arm touch here, a hand resting on shoulder there, all pretty innocent, but he expected his dad to be annoyed that a guy less than half his age was behaving that way with his wife.
However, as always, it worked out in Rob's favour; his dad earnestly thanked Rob for the 'riveting discussion'; his mum's friends all hugged him goodbye and the one who had already pissed off her husband gave him a wink and called him 'stud'; and, worst of all, his mum gave Rob a tender kiss on the cheek before saying how nice it was for him to come along.
For the last two minutes of the car journey, Sebastian thought about how much that weekend annoyed him, even though a fortnight had passed since then, and during the whole time, Rob had been pretty civil.
As his mum's car pulled up in the school car park, Sebastian rushed a 'bye' to his mum and got out the car quickly. As soon as he started walking away from the car, he pulled out his phone and brought up the blog that he had been reading over breakfast. He scrolled down to the line that he had been reluctant to read out loud and read it again in his head.
'but I once again commend Phillips-Moore and Ward who pull off the erotic scenes in a titillating but still rather tasteful way. One might argue it got a little gratuitous but I only believe that was a function of the true chemistry between our lead couple. I would challenge any platonic couple -- I should say the cast bio suggests Phillips-Moore is happily married -- to put on such a convincingly passionate display.'
Sebastian knew this was not the reviewer's intention, but it read as if he was trying to imply his mother and Rob were actually a couple; he reread 'true chemistry' and 'convincingly passionate display' whilst grinding his teeth.
His mother had asked him and his dad to come on closing night, her rationale was that as her last performance it would be her best and most refined, which is the one she wanted them to see. However, he overheard her a few weeks previously, talking to one of her friends. She told them that the real reason was that if Sebastian or his father were too scandalised by the play, being there at closing night they couldn't object to her being in further performances. He didn't like being lied to, but the more he heard about this play, the more it just made him anxious.
As he walked up to the main school building he heard a familiar chuckle and saw Rob and his friends crowding around a phone and boisterously lauding whatever was on the screen.
"Look who it is!" shouted one of Rob's group.
Sebastian had a sinking feeling when all of them looked up.
"Yo Seb, your mum can fucking act!" shouted another.
"Act fucking, you mean!" replied the first again.
They all 'wahay-ed' the weak pun, except Rob, who walked over to Sebastian, whilst motioning with his hands to his friends, instructing them to calm down.
"Alright mate, the guys came down to the show last night. Henry took a few videos, and they look pretty good. We were just watching the one where, you know me and your mum kinda have to get it on a bit. You can see if you want..." explained Rob, holding Henry's phone out in front of Sebastian.
Sebastian quickly walked to Rob's side to see the screen, when he felt a hand roughly thrust him forward. Sebastian managed to catch himself by grabbing a bin, but his knee whacked out against the stone exterior wall of the school, causing him to yelp out loud.
"Push off you perv, you'll have to wait to see it live," chuckled Rob, as he continued, "It's dark, so no one will see your boner."
"Rob, you cunt!" yelled Sebastian.
He took a swing with his right hand, as soon as Rob turned around. He had aimed squarely at Rob's chest, but Rob's athletic reflexes helped him dodge out the way, so that it was only a glancing blow.
"Fuck off," said Rob, matter-of-factly, and returned a solid punch right to Sebastian's jaw.
He yelled out and stumbled backwards, knocking into the bin, which kept him upright again.
As he cradled his face, he heard running footsteps and a yelling voice, "OH MY GOD! What are you two doing?!"
Samantha rushed straight to Sebastian and pulled his hands away to check his face.
"Oh god, your lip's bleeding. It's probably going to swell up," she stated with concern in her voice.
"Mum, what are you doing here?" asked Sebastian, as he realised speaking caused the pain in his lip to get worse.
"You forgot your bag in the car, but what's more important," she said, sternly, and then looked round at Rob, "is what the HELL are the two of you doing?!"
Sebastian quickly spoke, despite the discomfort it caused to his mouth, "Rob and his friends were laughing at me and then Rob came over and started shoving me around..."
"Hey! First of all, we weren't laughing at you we..." started Rob.
"Sebastian!" interrupted Samantha, "I heard you yell a... very nasty word... then try to punch Rob. Do NOT lie to me like last time."
"Sam..." said Rob, tentatively, "and Seb, I'm sorry..."
"So you should be!" interrupted Samantha, again, "You should know better, you know you're bigger than Sebastian, you could just ignore him. Do you two actually understand how awkward this makes everything and not to mention how c***dish this is? Are you supposed to be adults now?"
Sebastian went red with humiliation as he could see Rob's friend's sniggering in the background, out of his mother's sight. He slinked back and waited in silence, willing his mother and Rob to go away.
"I'm sorry, Sam," apologised Rob, as he put his hand on her shoulder.
As his hand softly pulled away, Sebastian's mum rested her hand on the forearm of the guy who just punched him in the face, and replied, "I'm fine, you need to apologise to Sebastian."
"You're right... Sorry I got so heated buddy, I really didn't mean for this to happen. Hopefully I didn't bust up your lip too bad."
Samantha looked at her son, and Sebastian knew what she wanted him to say.
Unclenching his jaw, he reluctantly mumbled, "Sorry."
"That didn't feel as genuine as Rob's but it'll do for now, let's go to the car, I have some things in my bag to clean up this cut," she ordered, before turning to Rob, and in the same directive tone, continued, "You and your friends can go now, and I hope I can trust you to act like grown-ups."
"Yes, Sam," agreed Rob humbly, but then, he was almost sure of it, Rob smirked at him.
****
Sebastian was called downstairs by his mother, at around 11am on Saturday. He had spent Friday night alone as his mum had come home late after Friday's performance -- she was usually back around 11pm but he heard her come in around 1am -- and his dad was out with work for someone's leaving drinks so he didn't come back much earlier than her.
His dad looked a little groggy and had a pint of water sitting in front of him, as well as a packet pf paracetamol. His mum was cooking bacon, whilst swinging her hips to a beat she was humming. She added the bacon to a big dish that already included sausages and scrambled eggs, and then served the fry-up to Sebastian and his dad, whilst making herself a bowl of muesli and yoghurt. He had told his mum a few times to lighten up about her uber-healthy diet, but then maybe that's why she had the confidence to wear a form-fitting tank top and short-shorts around the kitchen and his dad wore a baggy t-shirt and cotton trousers over his 'softer' physique.
His dad took a few bites of his breakfast and began to perk up a little. A bit more with it, he looked at his son and his expression quickly turned to one of concern.
Leaning in towards Sebastian he asked, "What's wrong with your lip, is that a cut? It definitely looks swollen."
"Um... yeah..." muttered Sebastian, apprehensive about having another awkward conversation about Rob.
"What happened?" pressed his father.
"He got himself into a fight," sighed his mum, before Sebastian could respond.
"How? With whom?"
"Well, Rob and his friends were discussing the play amongst themselves, and Sebastian was being sensitive, and swore loudly and a took a punch at Rob," explained his mother.
"That doesn't sound like Sebastian," contested his father, looking at him for a second before turning back to Samantha, "and how do you know what happened?"
"I was there, it was just after I dropped him at school, I heard him shout the word..." she hesitated, before dropping to a whisper, "...cunt."
The three of them then launched into a heated discussion. It started with Jeremy taking his son's side and the revelation that he had been kept out of the loop about a previous fight had only antagonised him further.
However, as the conversation drew on, Jeremy softened to his wife's point-of-view, and his own personal positive experience with Rob, and by the end of it, though neither parent chastised their son, they were both convinced that he was acting out and starting confrontations with Rob. Whilst his father had originally, back in August, held reservations about his wife acting in an erotically-charged play with a teenage classmate of his son, it seemed that now he had come to terms with it and was keen to have his son relax about the issue, especially if it was causing him to get into physical tussles.
Feeling like he had just been humiliated by Rob again, but unwilling to continue talking about it, Sebastian conceded the discussion, and nothing more was mentioned about it after his mother assured her husband that Rob was as apologetic as he could be for lashing out 'after being provoked'.
Hiding his frustration, he retreated to his room and sat down at his laptop, opening his internet browser. Facebook was set as his homepage and his newsfeed loaded quickly, and the first post was by his mother, it was a selfie of her and Rob. 24 likes and two 'loves'; what was there to like about this picture, let alone 'love' it?
With a sigh, he clicked on it to see it had been posted at 23:47 on Friday night, which explained where she was the night before. The cast had apparently gone out together on Friday nights since the play opened. Samantha had only joined them for one drink on the first couple of nights out but, as well as last night, she had joined them last week, as her fellow actors wanted to get her birthday drinks apparently; he scrolled down to see a similar selfie marking that occasion too, again, just her and Rob.
He sighed again, wondering why she couldn't have made better friends with someone else on the cast or crew, why it had to be just Rob. His irritation didn't improve when he saw the third most recent post; the poster for their play, which had her seductively leaning back against Rob as they kissed over her shoulder.
Her profile picture was one of his parents and Sebastian on a family holiday in Crete, but it had gained just 12 likes compared to the 20+ likes that both her selfies with Rob and the poster got. Yes, he knew that some of those likes were from Rob's friends, who could see the photos as he was tagged in them, but the poster got a reaction from 43 separate people. All of them liking that she was kissing stupid fucking Rob. He returned to his newsfeed and hid further updates from his mum, whispering to himself that there was only one more month to go.
****
Sebastian had been on Christmas break all week, which gave him more than just a break from school. However, the much appreciated release from reminders about his mother and Rob's play; reminders that usually took the form of teasing by Rob's friends, was about to end.
The day before Christmas Eve was the closing night for the play, and therefore the night Samantha's family was finally due to watch her performance. His mother was already there, preparing, so Sebastian and his dad took a taxi together to the modestly sized theatre. They talked, a little awkwardly, about anything other than the play, and when they arrived they grabbed a pint at the theatre bar. They both showed signs of anxiousness, but his father was definitely the calmer of the two.
At 20 past 7, the father and son entered the hall, taking their reserved seats at the front of the six rows; his dad's was the seat next to an exit and Sebastian's was one along from that. Samantha had arranged those specifically, so that Jeremy and Sebastian could quietly duck out from the audience if any of the scenes became too intense for them. Sebastian's heart began to throb with apprehension as the lights dimmed and the curtains pulled back...
****
It was nearly an hour into the play and so far only one scene had made Sebastian that uncomfortable. He knew that would be the case though, having read the script. Most of the first half developed Lisa's struggle with an emotionally abusive husband and how the companionship between her and David, the troubled c***d of an alcoholic single father, had helped them both build up their inner confidence.
Eventually, Lisa gave into her feelings for David and the two went for a stroll in the park, where they shared a brief but fervent kiss. It wasn't the easiest thing to watch but Sebastian would have much rather have seen that a hundred times compared to what he knew was coming up next.
Lisa was at her desk in the classroom; she had given the excuse she was marking papers but really, she was waiting for her teenage lover. David walked into the classroom, and approached Lisa at her desk. Sebastian thought to himself that Rob probably didn't have to act very hard to capture David's cocky swagger. There was some provocative dialogue, which sounded strange in his mother's voice, even if he knew it was coming, and then he watched Rob pin his mum against the desk and lean in to make-out with her, under the guise of David and Lisa.
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He could see his dad squirm a little, and then, ducking down low, take a few footsteps to the near exit and quietly slip out back into the bar area, ready for the intermission. Sebastian considered escaping too, but after all he had gone through, morbid curiosity took over and he stayed glued to his seat.
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