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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE, sadly, ugh how depressing it is to write that.
Without further ado:
CHAPTER 4
Sebastian stared at everyone dubiously, while the Glee Club left the quad.
"Are you serious?" he asks them raising an eyebrow.
"We wouldn't joke about something like that, dude, seriously," one of the jocks reply.
"What's so bad about the Glee Club?"
"Like we said, Sebby, they're losers." Whitney says in a condescending voice. Again, with the condescending voice that Sebastian hated so dearly. And Sebby really? Who the fuck does she think she is?"I was in my Glee Club in my old school, is there a problem with that?" Sebastian asks, challenging one of them to say yes.
"Well, I'm sure your Glee Club was cool. And had hot people, unlike ours." Whitney states flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Your Glee Club doesn't seem all that bad and the people aren't that bad to look at."
"Are you serious? Manhands is fucking hideous, it burns my eyes to look at her," Whitney states cackling.
"Whitney, shut up.' one of the other Cheerios whispers.
"No way. She's so ugly and she thinks she's so perfect. Like whatever, I'm so much better than her. And if she was so great, then why doesn't she just get out of here like I will." Whitney continues.
"Whitney, stop."
"And what the fuck is up with her style. Like really the short skirts make her look like such a slut but so fucking stupid too. Like can she grow up."
"I like her skirts, shows off them nice ass legs." one of the jocks states smirking.
"Hell yeah! And her nice ass too!" another jock cheers knuckle-punching the previously stated jock. Whitney sneers at the two jocks and slaps both of their arms. They look at her raising an eyebrow, oblivious to her obvious jealousy.
"What's your problem?"
"She doesn't have nice legs or a nice butt, if that's what you can even call it. Her legs make her look like a little kid, because she's such a midget and her butt is so flat." Whitney hisses. Sebastian smirks and immediately an image of the girl. Rachel if his memory serves him right, shows up in his mind. His smirk grows and he has to agree with the jocks, her ass was nice and her legs were, well, DAYUM!
"Why do you hate her so much?" Sebastian asks, slightly irritated that Whitney could speak of someone who she doesn't really know. At least, that's what it seemed like.
"Because she's a slut and a bitch. She's also conceited and a spoiled diva."
"But, how do you know that?"
"Because everyone in the school knows it. Quinn said so." Whitney says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Sebastian wanted to face palm so badly, but he couldn't get his jaw off the floor. Quinn Fabray? She's taking advice from a girl who's literally like Regina George? Is she that stupid? Before he could say anything else the bell rang signalling the end of lunch.
Sebastian quickly got up, threw his trash away and stalked off, ignoring Whitney's calls. He walked into the building off to his next class, Honors Phyics. (I have no idea what classes they took, but since Rachel is smart, I said Honors Physics.) He ran straight into someone very, very tiny. Said person let out a little shriek before falling backwards. Thanks to his reflexes from lacrosse he caught her quickly. He looked down, while she looked up, and he realized it was Rachel.
"Oh I am so so sorry." she apologizes profusely, a light blush tinting her cheeks. He smirks when he sees her looking at him, as if she was checking him out.
"It's no problem, are you okay?"
"Fine, thank you for catching me." she says smiling brightly at him.
"Like I said before, no problem."
"Well, I must get going, I don't want to be late for class. Oh, are you new?" she asks him tilting her head to the side.
"Yes, I am actually how'd you know?" he says still smirking. They begin to walk together.
"Small town, small school. I have not seen you around school, so I assumed you were new, which you proved right. What is your next class?"
"Honors Physics with Mr. Sullivan." She looks at him shocked, then happy.
"Wonderful, I have him too. Let's go. I'm assuming you don't know where his class is, so we can just walk together. I mean unless you have someone else to escort you then that's perfectly alright too. But if it is a jock or a Cheerio I should leave." she rambled quickly. While others would slightly be freaked out and try to distance themselves, Sebastian just smirked even more. He thought her rambling and grammar was funny.
"Well, we are walking together already. And I can say I've had the pleasure of meeting the jocks and Cheerios at lunch." he says the last part sarcastically. Rachel bites her lip, waiting for the inevitable rejection and another person leaving her because of what the jocks and Cheerios said.
"Oh, so I'm also assuming they've told you about our social ranking here in McKinley? Well, I'm sure they started with the lowest of the low, me of course. So if you would like to leave I understand." she says quietly and Sebastian can't help but feel bad for the girl. Which is new, because Sebastian has never felt anything for another person other than lust and hate or contempt or irritation.
"No, they irritated me too much. And yeah they told me a bunch about you. But I'd rather find out about you myself. Is that okay with you?" he says smirking and Rachel looks at him surprised. They stop outside the class door while everyone is filing in.
"That's perfectly alright with me." she says happily.
"By the way, I'm Rachel."
"I know." he says grinning impishly. She looks at him raising an eyebrow. After awhile she gives up on not asking the obvious question.
"What's your name?"
"Smythe. Sebastian Smythe." he says cockily while she rolls he eyes and leads him inside the class.
"My. Smythe is it? Well you can sit wherever there's a free space." Mr. Sullican says. Rachel had already left him to go sit down, in the front. Sebastian quickly walks up to Rachel grabs her hand and her bag and pulls her to the back of the room where no one else is sitting, with Rachel protesting the whole time.
"Sebastian!" she says stomping her foot while he collapses on a chair and dumps her bag to the chair next to him.
"What? Oh, did you want to sit in this chair?" he asks smirking at her.
"I like sitting in the front chair Sebastian."
"I like sitting in the back."
"That's lovely. Now if you don't mind-" she says reaching for her bag, but then Mr. Sullivan cuts her off.
"Ms. Berry please take your seat." he says sternly. She looks angry that he's angry at her for something she obviously did not do, but just huffs and sits down on the seat next to Sebastian crossing her arms and pouting.
"You know, you look cute when you're angry." Sebastian whispers in her ear and she shivers.
"I am not cute, I am supposed to be intimidating excuse you." she hisses back.
"Yeah you are, it's funny too. Now quit talking, babe, before the teacher yells at you again," he says smirking before turning to face Mr. Sullivan. He hears Rachel gasp indignantly at being ignored and cut off.
"I am not your babe. I am not anyone's babe. And don't tell me what to do, freshman." she says angrily. Sebastan slowly turns his head to face her and snickers.
"Freshman? Do I look like a freshman to you?" he says gesturing to his obviously tall form and muscular body, which forced Rachel to look at him.
"Checking me out Rachel? You know you can look but you can't touch." he adds when he sees her looking at his very defined chest. She blushes and looks away avoiding his eye contact.
The only thing running through Sebastian's mind was: This might not be as bad as I thought.
And that is the end of CHapter 4, sorry that it's not long and I am trying. Sorry for the lag update too.
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