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Hurricane

The young girl entered the room as a hurricane, ranting, cursing, swearing. She stepped forward angrily to the young man who was reading she-did-not-know-what with attention, before banging her fists on the table made of polished wood.

"I'm gonna kill that bitch ! I'm gonna make her swallow her hair and thrust her heels into her..."

"Enough, I've got it." the boy cut her off, grinning.

She stared at him with such a black look. He beckoned her to sit in front of him.

"To what do I owe this honour, miss Lopez ?" he questioned, his famous hypocritical smile planted on his so wrongly innocent face. She threw him a disdainful gaze which made him laugh.

"I still do not understand why you are the one I'm calling for help every time, I mean, it's not like we're... friends... " the woman said.

"You're right. We're more than that..." he replied, approaching his face closer to hers. He then put his thumb on her right temple and followed down her cheekbone. He stopped his run on her plump lips. She could feel his breath intertwining with hers.

"Hep, don't go that fast, Sebastian." she interrupted him. "I'm here to talk business."

It was enough to stop him in his tracks. He withdrew his hand from the girl's face and sighed then.

"I suspected so, you come here only when you need me."

He yawned at her nose, without apparent discomfort, before suggesting her to continue.

"I guess you want to know who's the chick putting me in such a state ?"

"You're always getting into a state. But I bet that is this charming little Ivy pissing you off that much ?"

"This little impertinent looking-like-a-prudish-virgin minx stole Brittany away from me. She doesn't want to talk to me anymore. I won't let her get away like that."

"Stole her ?" he asked. "She dropped you. She's not your property anymore. She's dating that girl."

She stood up, exasperated.

"Because she took her away from me. She would still be mine today if this poor..."

Her cheeks had reddened with emotion, and she seemed not to be the master of her acts anymore as she was shouting out loud.

"She'll pay for this affront ! She told everyone I was a hysterical tyrant who abused that poor angelic Brittany !" she complained, embittered.

"But, let me know, though I am most essential and particularly brilliant, what do I have to do with this story ?" he asked.

"Revenge. I wanna take a revenge. The pleasure that it provides is almost as strong as the one that you get while looking your reflection into a mirror. I will avenge this plague. And I need your help to do so." she explained, her eyes glinting with an unhealthy shine. He shook his head.

"Whatever you plan, I'm not interested. I'm quite busy." he said in a rush.

"Oh, please, listen. I'm sure you'll like it. As you know, Ivy is bisexual. I want you to make her completely straight. To date her. New Directions are going to despise and reject her if she goes out with you, the devil in person, hated by all of us." she kept on, smiling proudly.

"You ask me to inveigle that silly little girl ? This is insulting, so so beneath me. And I should date her ? For how long ? I don't like to play the boyfriend's part. A relationship, even when it's fake, is always annoying." he sighed.

"Then just sleep with her and make it public. Brittany, betrayed, hurt and comforted by me will obviously drop her." she said dreamily.

"Sorry, I don't feel like sleeping with an idiot cheerleader, I've had my run..."

"Well. You should come to Mc Kinley and... see the merchandise. The girl doesn't look that bad, you know !"

"I've got nothing to win, if I accept. I'm not working for free, you should know."

She arched an eyebrow. She had to be convincing. She moved aside and grabbed him by the tie, forcing him to look in her eyes. He moaned when she fondled his neck with her fingers. She breathed mildly as she unbuttoned his shirt. She let her hands slide on his chest a moment, and then whispered in his ear :

"Here's a deposit of what you might get."

He felt hot but tried to keep his composure when he declared :

"Interesting. I'm gonna see the... merchandise tomorrow. I might accept. See you then."

The girl smiled mischievously and turned back, before leaving the room, slamming the door, satisfied. He grinned and resumed his reading.

"So where's the chick ?"

"Don't stay here. I don't want to be seen with you." the girl hissed through her teeth.

"For God's sake, why couldn't you just assume our... how could we call that, friendship ?"

"It would ruin my plan. Maybe that one day..." she replied in a smile. "You should find her with Brittany. I showed you a picture. Go ahead !"

"Cool, that helps a lot."

Sebastian was looking for the young Ivy. He actually was not allowed to hang out in Mc Kinley, that is why he had took his Dalton uniform off. He was wearing some jeans, a casual blue shirt, and was scurrying along the corridors, trying to be as discreet as possible. He reminded of the picture that Santana had shown him : the girl was blonde, had a pale skin, was thin and very small, with brown eyes. That is how he found himself staring at each blonde cheerleader he could meet, without any success. He had to admit that he felt like some harasser or pedophile.

He suddenly had the clever idea to follow two cheerleaders, in order to find their nest : that is how he got to the gymnasium. He took a seat and begun to gaze at every girl entering the place. He heard the rustle of some piece of paper on his right, and turned his head.

There was a girl sitting alone on a bench and reading some surely boring book. Probably feeling she was started at, she made an about turn and her eyes met Sebastian's. He merely observed her. She clearly was not Ivy. She had a long and dark hair, quite a palish skin and brown eyes. She scowled before breaking the silence :

"You look like a pervert, you know."

"I'm not." he answered, stolid. "I'm looking for a girl."

"I think I had guessed."

She resumed her reading. He frowned. He thought that it would be a great idea to start gathering intelligence.

"Do you know Ivy Buckley ?" he asked her.

"Yes, I do." she answered in a distant voice, without taking her eyes off of her book.

"She's the one I'm looking for. Where is she ?"

She shut her book and gave him a cold look. What a scornful girl, Sebastian thought.

"I've never seen you before. You're not studying there, so you should just get out, before getting troubles. By the way, Ivy's playing for the other team, and she has a girlfriend. Sorry for you."

She stood up and gathered her stuff, ready to leave the gymnasium. He stopped glancing at her only when he could no longer do so. A red-haired cheerleader was waving at her.

"I don't want to go out with her, tss." he merely declared.

She shrugged and left him in his thoughts. He sighed. Damned Santana ! He was firmly boring but could not surrender : that was a matter of honour.

All of a sudden, his face lit : two blonde cheerleaders were entering. He immediately rose to get closer to them. He could recognize the childish and brainless Brittany, who was talking with another blonde, certainly Ivy. The latter was quite good-looking, actually. But best to say she was not as pretty as the scornful and bleak girl he had just spoken with. If only this one had been his Ivy, he could have mixed pleasure and business, for his greatest delight. He shook his head. This one looked pretty good, nevertheless she seemed to be annoying and boring. And too well-behaved for such an evil as him. He sighed - again. He, on purpose, shoved Ivy and let out profusely false excuses. He gave her an intense glance, touched her shoulder gently, - he was plainly trying to inveigle her at first sight. He had probably succeeded in doing so : the girl blushed. Too easy, he told himself. Her stupid potential girlfriend did not even notice her uneasiness. Santana's mission was definitely discreditable. Sebastian was a woman's man, able to seduce anyone, if he just tried. If seduction was an art, he was such a Van Gogh. However, that Ivy was very much beneath him. The next day, he would say to Santana that he was not in. He actually had another idea.

He was aware that the girl eyed his buttock – people always did so - which was undoubtedly flawless to him. He was perfect. And he had made such a hit, as he had expected.