Jeff's PoV

"Seriously what happened to you?" I repeated Nick's question. " You look like you need stitches."

"Oh really, Sherlock. Whatever gave you that idea?" Seb answered with an eye roll. "Move. Otherwise, I won't get that stitches you advised."

His smirk was still firmly in place as he moved to sit on his bed and got the needed supplies from his nightstand. He pulled his shirt up just enough to expose his wound.

"So what happened? Where were you after the principal called you this office? You were gone all day." I said as Seb started to pull the needle through his flesh.

"Is that concern I hear? Should have known after this evening that you were going soft on me, Sterling." He gritted out as he kept stitching his wound, not stopping even once. Maybe he was just used to the pain by now.

"Alright, stop. I was just wondering how you are called to the principal office, disappear and come back with a wound. But fine don't tell me"

I went to sit on my one bed, deciding to ignore him for the rest of the night. That tactic worked for about five minutes before Seb spoke.

"You probably don't remember but I pissed someone off again. You met him. Drove me to the hospital afterwards. Before that, you broke my nose. Anyway, if he was pissed back then he was furious today." He didn't look at me while he spoke, concentrating on his needle.

I wanted to disagree, say that I did remember,
but honestly, I didn't. I was so sure he made that part up, thinking I would remember braking someone's nose.

And then it hit me. The night in the parking lot. The guy who's wife (or girlfriend I wasn't so sure anymore) cheated on him with Sebastian.

Seb saw the moment I remembered. His smirk grew wider, knowing what my next question would be.

"You didn't do it again, did you? You left his wife alone, right? Tell Sebastian that you didn't sleep with her." I was almost yelling. For some reason, I was very protective of this guy.

"Geez, relax I didn't. He has a lot of triggers, that guy. " He was finished and put his supplies away again and put his shirt back down right away, not showing any more skin.

"So, you stick yourself up quite often by the looks of it," I stated, trying to change the subject.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. " Don't pretend you haven't been up every Sunday in the last two months. You've seen me doing stitches lots of times. Don't deny it."

Before I could defend myself there was a knock on the door and the supervisor told us, to shut down the lights.

Without another word, Sebastian got into bed, shut his lights down and turned to face the wall.

I followed his example, but couldn't get to sleep, going over everything that happened today over and over again.

Something just didn't sit right with what Seb told me. But I couldn't say what.

After two hours I finally realized what it was.

Why on earth would Sebastian Smythe sleep with a girl?