A/N Hello! Welcome to the Smytheberry story, Star-Shaped Scars. For the people who follow me, you know I've written a story sort of familiar to this, however, this story had to be written, due to some... personal inspiration. ;) Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
'Damn, that Rachel Berry!' I thought, while watching Regionals from my seat in the audience. That girl's got major talent. She's also beautiful, and her voice was like an angel's. Her smile could brighten up a room, and I can only imagine what her touch would feel like.
From my seat, I could feel a smile creeping upon my face. Not a smirk. A smile. But, wait. I don't have feelings. I hook up with people, fuck them, and that's it. I don't have feelings. But, then why am I here, watching Rachel Berry performing, and just melting out of my seat? 'Holy shit,' I thought.
I got out of my seat, and walked into the men's room, Wes following. "Sebastian, are you alright?" he asked, in true ass-head manner. I rolled my eyes, and asked, "Why the hell wouldn't I? It's just Barbra's voice is giving me a headache." I had lied through my teeth.
Wes looked unconvinced, but still answered, "You just looked distressed, that's all." I rolled my eyes, and looked into the mirror. Pulling out my ipod, I scrolled through the songs. Nirvana, Katy Perry, The Stones, and finally, Bring Me The Horizon. Ever since I started my denial of having feelings for Rachel Berry, I had listened to more hard-core songs.
Going through the albums, I came upon 'Suicide Season', I pressed play, and sang along. 'We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore. The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places. The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too. For when he died, he took a part of you' The song had started, and instead of screaming, I sort of whisper-screamed.
'Because if you got him back, I would get back the friend that I once knew' I ended the song, and Wes walked in. "Hey, Sebastian, time to go! We're almost up!" he said, and I walked out, getting to the stage just in time to see Rachel and Finn in a heated kiss, on stage.
I felt my eyes water up, until I felt a slight tap on the shoulder. Spinning around, I saw a tall Latina girl. I looked at her as she spoke, "Smythe, what are you doing staring at Berry and Frankenteen?" I rolled my eyes.
"Lopez. Just watching their performance, like any true competitor, trying to figure out their weak spot. Yours is emotion. That kiss? Just lost you Regionals," I said with a wink. Santana scoffed, disgust filling her eyes. "Got an issue with that, Satan?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, and heard "Next from Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio, The Dalton Academy Warblers!"
I took a deep breath, and walked onstage with my team members. The music turned on and I started singing:
Let's get it on, yeah, y'all can come along
Everybody drinks on me, bought out the bar
Just to feel like I'm a star, now I'm thanking the academy
Missed my ride home, lost my iPhone
I wouldn't have it any other way
If you're with me let me hear you say
I like it like that
Hey windows down, chillin' with the radio on
I like it like that
Damn, the sun's so hot, make the girls take it all off
I like it like that
Yeah, one more time, I can never get enough of everybody
Sing it right back, I like it like that
(I like it like that, I like it like that)
Till the break of the dawn, yeah, party on my lawn
Whistle as the girls walk by if the cops roll up (so what)
Pour the cops a cup cause everybody's here tonight
Call a taxi, pack the back seat
I wouldn't have it any other way
If you're with me let me hear you say
I like it like that
Hey windows down, chillin' with the radio on
I like it like that
Damn, the sun's so hot, make the girls take it all off
I like it like that
Yeah, one more time, I can never get enough of everybody
Sing it right back, I like it like that
Oh oh oh oh, like that
Oh oh oh oh, like that
Oh oh oh oh, sing it right back, I like it like that
Oh my homie got the booze
I like it like that cause the girls playin' beer pong in the back
We havin' fun partying til the break of dawn
Go grab a cup I dunno what people waitin' on
And I'm gonna want a girl that I know I can take home
In the zone, where I think that I lost my phone
You can tell by looking in, the party's plain crack
And don't worry 'bout it girls cause I like it like
Come back stay here at my grandma's house
And leave your clothes over there, that's grandma couch
I be filmin' her friends too, hit em back on that
Double D chicks huggin', I got racks on racks
Lie, I know there's a reason for superstar
I'm just tryin' to chill with Miley at the hookah bar
You like cartoons? I'll make your heart melt
With this sick tune, play it in the car
I like it like that
Hey windows down, chillin' with the radio on
I like it like that
Damn, sun's so hot, make the girls take it all off
I like it like that
Yeah, one more time, I can never get enough, oh everybody
Sing it right back, I like it like that
I like it like that
Hey windows down, chillin' with the radio on
I like it like that
Damn, sun's so hot, make the girls take it all off
I like it like that
Yeah, one more time, I can never get enough, oh everybody
Sing it right back, I like it like that
Oh oh oh oh like that
Oh oh oh oh like that
Oh oh oh oh everybody, sing it right back, I like it like that
The music stopped, then returned with a different tune.
And if your heart stops beating
I'll be here wondering
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this
Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned
And wouldn't it be great If we were dead.
Ohh dead
Tongue-tied and oh so squeamish
You never fell in love
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe
Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this
Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand?
And wouldn't it be great if we were dead
And in my honest observation
During this operation
Found a complication in your heart
So long, 'cause now you've got
Maybe just two weeks to live
Is that the most both of you can give?
One, two, one two three four!
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Well come on,
LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA!
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Oh motherfucker,
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing?
If life ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why are we laughing? (LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
If like ain't just a joke (LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!)
Then why am I dead?
DEAD!
The crowd finished clapping, and each team took their respectable places on the stage, waiting to determine the winner. The New Directions were holding hands, and had their eyes shut.
"In third place is... The Hipsters!" the man announced, as the elderly people smiled, and I couldn't help but smile, too. Wait. 'What the hell?' I thought. I'm not supposed to smile. Sebastian Smythe does not smile. Shit.
'And in first place is... From Westerville, Ohio, the Dalton Academy Warblers!" Confetti flew, and my team respectively ran up to the podium to claim our prize. I looked over to the New Directions, clutching their tiny trophy with despair.
Then, I saw Rachel crying, and Sasquatch'comforting' her, which actually just looked like she was being suffocated. I wanted to go and help, but then realized. I'm Sebastian Smythe. I've almost blinded Blaine. I've tried to destroy the New Directions more than once. There was no comforting I could do.
Back at Dalton, a party was being held in Nick and Jeff's house. I told them I would be there in a moment. Once in my dorm, I went into my dresser. There, I kept a kitchen knife I would use for when I couldn't open something.
I frowned, and rolled up my blazer sleeve. I brought the blade up to my wrist, and cut it. I cut it into a star shape. A star, for the biggest star there is. Rachel Berry.
As I finished the last line, I heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I called, quickly rolling up my sleeve, knife still in hand. Wes walked in, and I dropped the knife, missing my toe by a centimeter. "Dammit, Wes!" I yelled, bending over to pick up the object.
"Woah, Bas, why the hell do you have a knife?" asked Wes, shocked. I laughed, and said, "Oh, ya know, need to open a box," with a wink. His eyes got wide, and started backing up, until he saw the box of Cheerios on my desk, and stopped.
"So, you coming to the party?" he asked. I smirked, and replied, "Yeah, be there in a minute," and Wes left.
A/N Tada! I hope you liked it! The songs used (in order) are Suicide Season by Bring Me The Horizon, I Like It Like That by Hot Chelle Rae ft. New Boyz, and Dead! by My Chemical Romance. Updates soon! Please review, but if you don't like it, don't be an ass. Love ya! 'Till next time!