It had been a good while since Sebastian finally made his landing on Playa Des Losers, though things weren't looking any better for him than before. People were still looking at him weird, aside from Haley, knowing that he was a lot different from when he first started. Maybe he deserved it, but it didn't bug him either way. He could manage to enjoy himself just fine even when the others didn't want to talk to him. He was watching Haley practice on this one particular day when he was suddenly approached by Taylor.

"Yo," he said, barely paying her any mind as she stood next to the chair that he was sitting on.

"I need to talk to you about something," she bluntly spoke, not seeming all too interested in speaking to him.

"About?"

"Jianne."

"Oh, her. I don't much care for her, and I seem to recall that you don't care for her either."

"I could care less at this point, after what you did at least."

"What I did? Pray tell, what did I do?"

"Oh, you know, just so happened to send her into a coma for three days. Does that ring any bells for you?"

"...I suppose something like that may have happened. So what?"

"So, what I'm getting at is that Jianne was just eliminated."

"Go figure."

"Dude, just let me talk. I never cared for her that much, but I swear to god, you'd better not even think about acting the way you did again. If I catch you harassing her for something she didn't even do, I will kick your a#$. Do you understand, now?"

Sebastian chuckled and stood up from his seat, a smug grin on his face.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing. You know, aside from the fact that little miss moody over here is trying to intimidate me. You've got nothing on me, you know that right?"

"Oh, don't I?"

Taylor smirked at him, causing him to lose his smug expression in exchange for a glare.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that I don't think Haley would be happy to know that someone got hurt badly because of something you did, hm?"

"...And?"

"Oh, she may, I don't know, toss you out for it. I would if I was dating a no good scumbag, such as yourself."

"So...you have a crush on me?"

Taylor looked extremely offended and taken aback by the question.

"What!? No, why would that be what I mean!?"

"Look, no offense, Taylor, but I've got a girlfriend."

"I don't have a crush on you, I'm not even into guys!"

"Yadda, yadda. Man, you girls are so weird with your flirting."

"I'm not flirting with you, I'm threatening you! This is a threat, sod for brains!"

"Yeah, whatever. Cut it out before I tell Haley that you're trying to get with her boyfriend."

"What the hell!? You're like a brick wall, gah!"

With the exasperated shout, Taylor walked away in a huff.