Days had passed since the dinner party, people took a shine to her, they didn't think that she would be like that, they had an expectation about her because she was from Lima Heights but she wasn't the typical thug, even though she knew how to throw a decent punch and knew how to protect herself but she wasn't a typical thug who had been in trouble with the law, well, at least that's what they thought, but she had, she'd been in trouble with the law but it wasn't her fault, it was because of Trey and his bad boy, drug dealing antics. They were impressed with her and she was impressed with them because they weren't all like his mother, looked down at people because of where they're from and the amount of money that they have.
It was late Saturday evening and Sebastian was helping his dad out with some of the cases that he had put forward. They were spread across the table in front of them and Sebastian had helped him out in the past, seeing as he was going off to college next year to study law, he thought with helping his dad out with some of the cases, it would give him the early experience that he needed to become a lawyer.
"So," he asked his dad, "How do all of these cases link together, dad?"
"You see all of this people," Mr Smythe answered as he pointed at the files, "Two years ago they were caught drug dealing in a gang known as the Loco Cartel. You see these guys?" He pointed to a bunch of folded and Sebastian nodded. "They've been released from prison after serving a two year sentence for drug dealing. This guy however is still in jail." He picked up Trey's file and handed it to him. Sebastian read the name on the front of the file. He opened it up and looked inside his file.
"How come he's still in jail if the rest of them have been released?" He asked him.
"Because he's caused more trouble in jail," Mr Smythe told him, "He caused grievous bodily harm to another inmate and caused him to be hospitalised, so due to his bad behaviour, he's staying in jail for a few more months, he had a year jail sentence added onto his original sentence."
"Right," Sebastian said as he read through his files, "How come you have their files?"
"Because I have read about them," Mr Smythe answered, "The police force are keeping an eye on them in as they know that they'll carry on the drug dealing once Trey is released from jail because he's been put behind bars before in the past due to drug related crimes. I'm just keeping an eye on them so when they go to court again, I'll have a case against them."
"Okay," he nodded. Sebastian noticed a file and noticed a familiar name, he reached over and grabbed the file that was underneath the rest of the files about the Loco Cartel. He looked up and noticed that he dad was writing things down about the cases that were on the table. He took the file from the table and slid it into his bag that was beside him. "Hey, dad," he said to him, "I'm gonna head off, I need to be somewhere."
"What?" Mr Smythe said looking up from the papers, "I thought you said that you wanted to help me out with my work because you wanted the experience."
"Yeah, I know," he admitted, "But I just really have to be somewhere. I have to see somebody. But I'll come back and help you another day." He stood up and grabbed his bag that was on the floor, he threw it over his shoulder and turned around. "I'm sorry." He started walking towards the front door.
"You know," Mr Smythe shouted, "You can just say that you want to see Santana, she is your girlfriend after all." Sebastian froze and glanced over his shoulder to look at his dad. Mr Smythe smiled and shook his head. "Go on. Go and see your girlfriend, I'm sure that I can cope without you." Sebastian turned back around and quickly rushed out of the house.
It was closing time and Mr Hardman who had visited Santana earlier that day had left an hour ago after feeling tired, so Santana had already locked up and had almost finished cleaning up after herself. She finished cleaning all of the tables and started to head back to the counter with her back to the door when there was a big bang on the window. She jolted and turned around quickly to face the door, she was breathing heavily, her hand was placed on her heart and her heart was pounding. It was Sebastian at the door with his bag hanging over his shoulder. His eyebrows were furrowed but not with confusion, with anger. She walked towards the door and unbolted the door, she stepped back and opened the door for him.
"You scared me," she told him as she turned around and started walking towards the counter. "I thought you said that you were helping your dad out tonight with his cases."
"I was," he said as he walked through the door. He closed the door behind him, turning around to bolt the door shut, "But something crossed my mind so I had to come and see you." He turned around to face her.
"And what's that?" She asked him, she walked around the counter, she bent down in front of the cupboard to put the cleaning products back in the cupboard.
"You know a couple of months back you told me that because you were scared it was because some kids scared you?" He asked her.
"Yeah?" She replied, "What about it?"
"Are you sure that it was that?" He asked her again.
"Yeah," she lied as she stood up to look at him, "What else would it be?"
"Are you sure you're not lying to me?" He asked her once again.
"I'm sure," she lied. "What else would it be?"
He shook his head and smiled with disbelief, "I can't believe that you're gonna stand there and lie to my face."
"I'm not lying," she lied again.
"Stop lying to me!" He yelled. She stepped back in shock and looked at him in horror. He pointed at her, "I thought we both promised that we wouldn't lie to one another," he pointed out still angry with the fact that she was lying to him. "I thought that we could trust one another. I thought that because you told me about what happened to you then you would be able to tell me anything."
"Sebastian, I..." She stuttered.
"Why did you lie to me?" He asked her, still angry with her but in a calm voice. "I just don't understand why you would lie to me when I told you that you could trust me."
"I can trust you, but-" she said to him.
"But what?" He interrupted, "But you were scared to tell me? You were scared to tell me that you were arrested because you thought that I wouldn't like you, that I wouldn't want to be with a criminal? How do you think I feel now, Santana? I'm hurt. I'm absolutely hurt that you would do that to me."
"Sebastian, I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "I'm so sorry. I just didn't want you to think that I was a terrible person because I was arrested but I was never charged for it because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"You don't think that I would understand?" He asked her. "I would understand, I would've listened to you. Like I did when you told me about what your ex had done to you in the past. I understood. So why couldn't you have just told me about it?"
"I was scared," she said with emotion in her voice. "I was scared that I would lose you. I was scared that you would hate me. I was scared that I would lose the one person that I loved."
"And you didn't think that I would hate you because you lied to me?" He asked her.
"I was afraid of that too," she admitted, "I was just afraid of losing you because I love you so much and you're the best thing that has happened to me. Please, Sebastian, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He shook his head at her with anger, he walked over to the sofa and slumped down on it and he threw his bag down on the sofa next to him. He placed his hand on his forehead over his eyes as he carried on shaking his head. She stepped from behind the counter and slowly walked towards him.
"You hate me, dontcha?" She asked him with emotion in her voice.
"I'm pretty damn close," he admitted as he didn't look at her, still with his hand over his eyes and placed on his forehead.
"And I understand why you hate me," she admitted, "Because I would hate me too. But I just didn't want you to know about my past. I didn't want you to think that I was some thug when I wasn't. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"I know," he told her.
"You know?" She asked in shock. "How do you know?"
He reached into his bag and pulled out the file on her, he threw it down on the coffee table in front of him. She walked over to the table and picked up the file, she opened it and looked inside to read the details about her. She looked up at him and swallowed hard.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered with emotion, "I should've told you but I couldn't because I was afraid." Tears starting falling down her cheeks and her bottom lip started to quiver. "I wish that I did tell you," she admitted, "But I was afraid."
"Yeah," he blurted out, "You keep saying that but did you ever take time to think that I would be okay with it?" He removed his hand from his forehead and looked at her, "I might've been upset with you for being so stupid but I would've understood."
"I know," she said with emotion in her voice as her tears streamed down her face, "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so, so, so, sorry." She closed her eyes and dropped her head down to the ground, the tears streaming down her face and dripping down onto the ground. Sebastian stood up and walked towards her.
"You're so stupid, you know that?" He said to her and she replied by nodding. "And no, I don't hate you, but I'm very, very, very angry with you. I'm furious in fact." She looked up at him as more tears still streamed down her face. "But, I love you and you didn't do anything to hurt me intentionally, you were just looking out for me, or were you just looking out for yourself?"
"No," she said shaking her head quickly, "No, absolutely not, I was looking out for you because of who they are, who he is and I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."
"Okay," he nodded, "But that still doesn't mean that I'm not angry with you."
"I know," she said to him, "I understand because what I did was awful. I shouldn't have lied to you, I know that you're understanding and you would've understood that, but I guess I was just scared in case you didn't."
He sighed and pulled her into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "Just because I'm hugging you," he told her, "Doesn't mean that I'm still not angry with you because I want to know everything and I mean everything."
"And I'll tell you," she told him as she wrapped her arms around his body and had her head pressed against his chest. "I'll tell you everything."
She didn't expect him to be like this, she expected him to be even more angry with her, she expected him to storm out of the door and leave her for good, but he didn't, he was still standing there. He was still comforting her even when he was still angry at her. But he cared about her, he loved her too much to let her go. Now he knew about something about her past he was even more protective over her and he didn't want to let her go.