Time seemed to drag it's way through the calendar. Sebastian glared at it
every day. Things were very chilly at home, he had to take all sorts of
sneers at school, his friends bored him along with all the girls of New
York city. He actually found himself longing for college just so he could
get a change of scenery.
Kathryn being this mad at him for this long had started to get on his nerves and he found himself being annoyed by her more and more. That of course had something to do also with his dad being on his tail constantly. He could hardly go to the bathroom without his father being there asking about his studies. It made him edgy.
Tiffani made it no better. She spent her days at home in a drunken slur and refused to shut up. She'd said some pretty crazy things to Sebastian and he was quite sure that she'd been hitting on him on all those times. It was sickening, like she even had a shot.
He stared at the book on his desk and slammed it shut. He was fed up with studying. He had a test the next day but he didn't care how it went. A or C, what did it matter?
'You might loose your trustfond.' A voice in his head alerted him stubbornly but he shook it away. So what? What did *that* even matter to him?
He pushed his chair back, put his cigarette out and stood up. He was going out.
With his jacket in his hand he passed Kathryn's room without as much as a glance. He almost made it past the sitting room but was stopped by Tiffani, who yet again had decided to spend her Thursday afternoon, drunk on the couch with a box full of chocolate bonbons.
"Sebastian." She got out with joy trying to stand up. It was a tricky business for her being drunk and in a skirt much too small for her. He had to control himself not to laugh.
"Come here, come sit with me." She said when her legs failed her and the sofa coushion was her support again.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Spending any time what so ever with Tiffani wasn't his ideal image of a time well spent. She was patting the cushion next to her, leaning over to show him her cleavage at the same time as pouting her lips.
Silicone, he could see it so very well. Both in the boobs and the lips. Plastic. It made him shudder.
"Now, listen to me Sebastian, I'm your stepmother after all. Although you can hardly believe it can you?" She sipped her drink as he took a seat in the sofa across from hers.
'Well, you do have a daughter my age so I guess it is belivable.' He thought irritated but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. "Yeah."
She giggled. "Oh you make me blush."
She'd passed her limit on way too many drinks a long time ago! He sighed a little hoping she'd get to her point.
She gave him a strange look but then stood up and moved to sit next to him. He opened his mouth to protest and tried to move closer towards the arm rest.
"Don't you run, I'm not gonna hurt you." She smiled. She had probably been pretty in her days but when he compared her to the girls he could have, she didn't even hold a candle to them.
He looked at her hand that was softly placed on his knee. He leaned away from her forcing a smile on his lips.
"Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Yes, you see, I've been noticing that you and my Kathryn haven't been getting along latley." She didn't notice how his face expression darkened at the mention of her daughter. "But...I was thinking that shouldn't hurt our relationship - you know as stepmother and stepson. It's very important to me that we keep those bonds intact."
Her hand travelled upwards and Sebastian started to squirm.
"Ehm Tiffani ...I..." He was interrupted.
"Mother I..." Kathryn fell silent looking at Sebastian almost lying down on the couch and her mother practically lying on top of him. Her eyes seemed to twitch and she was silent for a long time.
Tiffani straightened her back and fixed her hair. "Yes darling." She said with a pearly smile.
Kathryn was still staring at Sebastian. Their eyes were locked in each other. He didn't like what he saw. Her nose was wrinkling and her mouth moving like she couldn't decide on what to say.
"You're disgusting." She got out before storming off. A door was slammed and Sebastian stood up miserably.
"Ehm...you won't...mention...ehm...this to ...Edward, will you?" Tiffani almost looked scared. He wanted to make her squirm just like she'd made him. So he didn't say anything. He just looked at her and walked out of the apartment.
He knew there was no point in going after Kathryn. First off all it would help any matters, she wouldn't let him in anyway. And then he would've made them both look suspicious in front of Tiffani who, althought drunk, probably could piece things together about what he and Kathryn had been up to.
Things certainly had taken a turn for the worse.
**********'
Staring out the window, watching him leave, Kathryn knew what she was going to do. She'd already prepared it, she hadn't been sure about it though but now she was sure. More sure then she'd ever be.
She saw his Jaguar disappear into traffic and closed her eyes. She could still feel his scent linger. She opened her eyes again and walked away from the window.
**********'
The next day Sebastian was back in school. He'd played with the tought of skipping the entire day but with his dad watching him with eagle eyes he figured he should at least be there on a test day.
Although a history test seemed very useless to himself. He didn't really care about history. He cared about the future, his future.
Kathryn was sitting three rows in front of him, talking to one of her bimbo friends. He let his eyes glance over her legs and up to the blueplaided skirt. A leer curled his lips and he didn't notice Blaine poking him in the side with his pen until his friends third try.
He cringed a little turning to the bleached guy with crinkled eyebrows. "What?"
"Sorry for interrupting your I'm-getting-a-boner-from-watching-my-sister- moment but since I noticed it, I figured others would too. So as the great humanitarian I am, I decided to stop you." A smirk showed Blaines most teasing side and Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Humanitarian" He snorted. "Can you even spell it? And she's not my sister."
"Okay..." Blaine hesitated to say something and for the first time in history he decided to keep quiet and turned his attention to the black board instead. Sebastian was grateful for it. His bad mood seemed to come and go more often these days, it usually meant he wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody.
Their teacher walked in and started to blabber on about rules and restrictions. Sebastian ignored them all and didn't put his book on the floor like the others, he never did and most teacher was used to it by now. Mrs Kreacher was and therefore didn't say anything as she handed him his paper.
He wrote his name with a sigh and started to look over the questions. He glanced at Kathryn again but shook his head. She wasn't going to mess up another grade for him.
With lack of interest he started to doodling down some answers.
"Pst."
He ignored Blaine.
"Pst."
"What?" He mumbled turning his head but keeping it low.
"What was that Mr Valmont?" Mrs Kreachers squeaky voice once more filled the room and most everybody seemed to look up from their papers.
"Nothing."
The batlike old hag came closer to him. Lips like a red thin line, made him think of his grandmother. "I don't allow talking during tests. Now is there something you want to share?" She was glaring down at him and he defiantly glared back.
"Nope."
To his surprise she leaned down, looking at his test paper. He was confused and looked at it too. Her perfume was practically drowning him.
"Aha!" She pulled something out of his book with a victorious grin on her face. "I knew it." She declared proudly looking at the note. "A chi-chi."
A buzz went through the class. "I'll have to send you to the principle Mr Valmont. Here at Manchester we look very severly at cheating."
Automatically Sebastian looked at Kathryn. She merely raised her eyebrows slightly and then looked back on her paper.
That bitch! Face turning red with fury sebastian stood up, grabbing his stuff and walking past the teacher towards the door. He wasn't going to any freaking principle. He hadn't cheated.
"Mr Valmont. You need a note." Mrs Kreacher tried to stop him for nothing. The door was already closed.
Kathryn looked at it for a second but then went on with her test.
Kathryn being this mad at him for this long had started to get on his nerves and he found himself being annoyed by her more and more. That of course had something to do also with his dad being on his tail constantly. He could hardly go to the bathroom without his father being there asking about his studies. It made him edgy.
Tiffani made it no better. She spent her days at home in a drunken slur and refused to shut up. She'd said some pretty crazy things to Sebastian and he was quite sure that she'd been hitting on him on all those times. It was sickening, like she even had a shot.
He stared at the book on his desk and slammed it shut. He was fed up with studying. He had a test the next day but he didn't care how it went. A or C, what did it matter?
'You might loose your trustfond.' A voice in his head alerted him stubbornly but he shook it away. So what? What did *that* even matter to him?
He pushed his chair back, put his cigarette out and stood up. He was going out.
With his jacket in his hand he passed Kathryn's room without as much as a glance. He almost made it past the sitting room but was stopped by Tiffani, who yet again had decided to spend her Thursday afternoon, drunk on the couch with a box full of chocolate bonbons.
"Sebastian." She got out with joy trying to stand up. It was a tricky business for her being drunk and in a skirt much too small for her. He had to control himself not to laugh.
"Come here, come sit with me." She said when her legs failed her and the sofa coushion was her support again.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Spending any time what so ever with Tiffani wasn't his ideal image of a time well spent. She was patting the cushion next to her, leaning over to show him her cleavage at the same time as pouting her lips.
Silicone, he could see it so very well. Both in the boobs and the lips. Plastic. It made him shudder.
"Now, listen to me Sebastian, I'm your stepmother after all. Although you can hardly believe it can you?" She sipped her drink as he took a seat in the sofa across from hers.
'Well, you do have a daughter my age so I guess it is belivable.' He thought irritated but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. "Yeah."
She giggled. "Oh you make me blush."
She'd passed her limit on way too many drinks a long time ago! He sighed a little hoping she'd get to her point.
She gave him a strange look but then stood up and moved to sit next to him. He opened his mouth to protest and tried to move closer towards the arm rest.
"Don't you run, I'm not gonna hurt you." She smiled. She had probably been pretty in her days but when he compared her to the girls he could have, she didn't even hold a candle to them.
He looked at her hand that was softly placed on his knee. He leaned away from her forcing a smile on his lips.
"Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Yes, you see, I've been noticing that you and my Kathryn haven't been getting along latley." She didn't notice how his face expression darkened at the mention of her daughter. "But...I was thinking that shouldn't hurt our relationship - you know as stepmother and stepson. It's very important to me that we keep those bonds intact."
Her hand travelled upwards and Sebastian started to squirm.
"Ehm Tiffani ...I..." He was interrupted.
"Mother I..." Kathryn fell silent looking at Sebastian almost lying down on the couch and her mother practically lying on top of him. Her eyes seemed to twitch and she was silent for a long time.
Tiffani straightened her back and fixed her hair. "Yes darling." She said with a pearly smile.
Kathryn was still staring at Sebastian. Their eyes were locked in each other. He didn't like what he saw. Her nose was wrinkling and her mouth moving like she couldn't decide on what to say.
"You're disgusting." She got out before storming off. A door was slammed and Sebastian stood up miserably.
"Ehm...you won't...mention...ehm...this to ...Edward, will you?" Tiffani almost looked scared. He wanted to make her squirm just like she'd made him. So he didn't say anything. He just looked at her and walked out of the apartment.
He knew there was no point in going after Kathryn. First off all it would help any matters, she wouldn't let him in anyway. And then he would've made them both look suspicious in front of Tiffani who, althought drunk, probably could piece things together about what he and Kathryn had been up to.
Things certainly had taken a turn for the worse.
**********'
Staring out the window, watching him leave, Kathryn knew what she was going to do. She'd already prepared it, she hadn't been sure about it though but now she was sure. More sure then she'd ever be.
She saw his Jaguar disappear into traffic and closed her eyes. She could still feel his scent linger. She opened her eyes again and walked away from the window.
**********'
The next day Sebastian was back in school. He'd played with the tought of skipping the entire day but with his dad watching him with eagle eyes he figured he should at least be there on a test day.
Although a history test seemed very useless to himself. He didn't really care about history. He cared about the future, his future.
Kathryn was sitting three rows in front of him, talking to one of her bimbo friends. He let his eyes glance over her legs and up to the blueplaided skirt. A leer curled his lips and he didn't notice Blaine poking him in the side with his pen until his friends third try.
He cringed a little turning to the bleached guy with crinkled eyebrows. "What?"
"Sorry for interrupting your I'm-getting-a-boner-from-watching-my-sister- moment but since I noticed it, I figured others would too. So as the great humanitarian I am, I decided to stop you." A smirk showed Blaines most teasing side and Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Humanitarian" He snorted. "Can you even spell it? And she's not my sister."
"Okay..." Blaine hesitated to say something and for the first time in history he decided to keep quiet and turned his attention to the black board instead. Sebastian was grateful for it. His bad mood seemed to come and go more often these days, it usually meant he wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody.
Their teacher walked in and started to blabber on about rules and restrictions. Sebastian ignored them all and didn't put his book on the floor like the others, he never did and most teacher was used to it by now. Mrs Kreacher was and therefore didn't say anything as she handed him his paper.
He wrote his name with a sigh and started to look over the questions. He glanced at Kathryn again but shook his head. She wasn't going to mess up another grade for him.
With lack of interest he started to doodling down some answers.
"Pst."
He ignored Blaine.
"Pst."
"What?" He mumbled turning his head but keeping it low.
"What was that Mr Valmont?" Mrs Kreachers squeaky voice once more filled the room and most everybody seemed to look up from their papers.
"Nothing."
The batlike old hag came closer to him. Lips like a red thin line, made him think of his grandmother. "I don't allow talking during tests. Now is there something you want to share?" She was glaring down at him and he defiantly glared back.
"Nope."
To his surprise she leaned down, looking at his test paper. He was confused and looked at it too. Her perfume was practically drowning him.
"Aha!" She pulled something out of his book with a victorious grin on her face. "I knew it." She declared proudly looking at the note. "A chi-chi."
A buzz went through the class. "I'll have to send you to the principle Mr Valmont. Here at Manchester we look very severly at cheating."
Automatically Sebastian looked at Kathryn. She merely raised her eyebrows slightly and then looked back on her paper.
That bitch! Face turning red with fury sebastian stood up, grabbing his stuff and walking past the teacher towards the door. He wasn't going to any freaking principle. He hadn't cheated.
"Mr Valmont. You need a note." Mrs Kreacher tried to stop him for nothing. The door was already closed.
Kathryn looked at it for a second but then went on with her test.