HELLO LOVELIES! I'm back with more Smytheberry goodness. Is you ok? Gosh I love Glozelle. Anyways, I totally missed my goal update, my apologies dearies. Busy people be busy. So, thanks to everyone for your reviews, so glad to have new readers and followers. To all you new followers, thanks a bunches, y'all are amazballs. Can I just say you are all amazing people? Seriously the reviews, although there weren't many, the ones that were there warmed my nonexistent heart. Yeah that's right, I'm a soulless, heartless monster that likes to keep you guys waiting for updates. Again, so sorry for that. Enough of my rambling. Onto the story...
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Chapter 12
"So, first period Smythe, you ready?" Rachel asks after separating from the rest of the group. Sebastian scoffs and looks down at her.
"It'll be utterly boring and easy. This school is made of morons, love."
"Oh I know, and last time I checked, you, my dear sir, a king of morons."
"Ouch, baby, that hurt. Really it did, right here," he says mockingly, patting the skin over his heart.
"You'll survive Mr. Macho Lacrosse Player," she says smirking slightly.
"Speaking of lacrosse, where are the players? I haven't seen any of them around school."
"They tend to keep to themselves, and they try and steer clear of the Neanderthal football players and the CheeriHOES!, they don't want the slushies in their faces from the football team, or CheeriHoes! wanting to suck their faces. Number one tip if you haven't already noticed, the CheeriHoes! are really sluts."
"Yeah, I can tell," Sebastian murmurs, looking up and nodding for Rachel to see the one the the CheeriHOES! sucking another guys face.
"What about Santana and Brittany?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, they were, still can be, but not in the incredibly slutty way most are, like Ashley is," Rachel says, a bitter edge becoming clear when she mentioned Ashley.
"Easy, tiger, she isn't here right now. What's going on between you and her?"
"She's a no good slut that will probably just end up working as a pole dancer for her life," Rachel spits.
"Well, damn, who knew the little kitten actually has some claws," Sebastian says chuckling, throwing an arm around her. She merely glowers up at him and he returns the glare with a cheeky grin.
"You've known me for a day."
"And yet, I've already slept over at your house."
"With the rest of my friends!"
"Still slept there."
"Shut up Sebastian!"
"Ouch," he says, dead panned, "that was a really good comeback. That hurt, seriously."
"You are infuriating!"
"And you're quite adorable when you're trying to be mad, love." She blushes involuntarily.
"And is that a blush I see, gracing your cheeks?" he continues, enjoying her reactions.
"Shush," she mutters looking down, embarrassed.
"No, no, hiding isn't something a pretty girl like you should be doing," he says kindly, crooking his pointer finger under her chin to gently lift her head back up.
"We-um- should get to class," Rachel says, flustered. Why would this admittedly gorgeous boy talk to her, Rachel Berry?
"We are," he says grinning to himself for being the cause of her disheveled state of mind. He pointed to the door they were standing next to, to show he knew what he was talking about.
"Oh, right. Well, good bye." she says, hurriedly walking into class. Sebastian laughs and shakes his head, looking upwards before following her inside. He sees her in the front of the class, busy arranging her school materials in an orderly fashion around her. He plops down next to her and rest back against the chair, as casual as ever. She stops slowly, and looks up from her bag to look at him.
"What are you doing here?" she asks, her eyes wide.
"I go to school here."
"In this class, Sebastian, in the class."
"This is my first period."
"No, it isn't. It really isn't."
"Yes, Rachel, it really is."
"You're lying and pretending so I'll completely freak out. You find humor in this."
"Well, I do find your current state of being frazzled utterly amusing, but I am serious."
"Dear God, no."
"Oh look people are staring," he says grinning cheekily. Rachel groans and buries her head in her hands.
"Rachel, babe, don't be rude, smile at them!" he exclaims. One of Rachel's hands moves away from her face and slowly travels across the upper part of Sebastian's chest. She goes from his well defined pecs, skips to the top of his neck and she stretches her fingers to locate his lips. Once she feels the softness, she clamps her hand over it. Sebastian watches the whole thing in utter confusion and amusement.
"Mmmm, Wacel wa ou don?" he mumbles against her small, soft hands.
"Shhhh, just no." she mutters. He laughs against her hand and she peeks up from her hands.
"No more talking, no more talking from you. Not a word." she says.
"Wacel I ne to tak fo cas."
"Stop making fun of me first."
"Buh iz so mu fun!" Before they could continue their conversation the bell rang and all the students started to file in. Each one staring curiously at the Queen of the GLEEKS, Manhands Berry, sitting with the new student who was also the new, social ladder declared, hottie of the school, Sebastian Smythe. Rachel began to extract her hand from Sebastian's face, when she felt him kiss her hand gently. She gasped and pulled it away quickly, whipping her head to see him smirking at her triumphantly. Before she could lecture or he could gloat, Ashley strutted, well, attempted to strut, into class.
She saw Berry sitting with Sebastian and her anger immediately flared. How dare that stupid gleek, that bitchy diva loser sit next to who she called dibs on! She strutted to them and leaned against the their desk. She flipped her hair and ran her fingers through it before smiling flirtatiously at Sebastian. Rachel looked disgusted and Sebastian was simply unimpressed.
"So Sebastian," Ashley starts slowly, "I was, like, thinking you could sit next to me today, you know so I can, like, tell you all the dirt," she spat glaring at Rachel, "in this school."
"Thank you for the offer, flattered really, but I'd rather sit here with Rachel." Ashley looks at him like he's crazy. She lays a hand on top of his hand that was on the desk. She leans in closer, but not before giving the evil eye to Rachel, who rolls her eyes and scoffs.
"But, like, Sebby," Both Rachel and Sebastian cringe at the nickname and her use of like, "you, like, don't want to sit with Manhands here. She's, like, not worth our time."
"Sorry to break it to you, but there is no our, or us, or we. It's just me and you. And I'll sit with Rachel if I want to."
"Fine!" she shrieks, "but, like, you'll regret this."
"No, I don't think I will. I make good choices for the most part, and when I don't they always come with a kick ass story in the end." Her eyes widen with anger and her head turns to look at Rachel.
"You," she growls stalking over to the other end of the desk to be face to face with her.
"Yes?" Rachel says, fighting a grin.
"Back off of him."
"Last time I checked, Ashley, I didn't say anything in that pathetic little conversation you just had."
"Last time I checked, Manhands, you, like, don't get to talk back to me."
"I can tell you right now, you have no power over me, so yes, I will talk back, and yes you will accept the fact that you aren't the only bitch in this school that can hold her ground."
"Oh yes I am. I am, like, the only girl in this school that's, like, worth anything. I'm prettier, and like more smart, and just better than you at everything!"
"It's actually smarter," Rachel responds condescendingly. Sebastian was watching the whole scene unfold with amusement and slight awe at the way Rachel was casually responding, whereas Ashley was struggling to keep up. Although he couldn't help but wonder, where the fuck was the teacher?
"Don't, like, correct me Manhands!" Ashley shrieks in anger.
"That's the best you got, Ms. Better than everyone?" Rachel asks, with a bored tone.
"You're, like, lucky I'm even talking to you."
"I'm tired of this conversation, can you just sit down already? You're running out of comebacks."
"Ugh! You're so, like, stupid!"
"And you keep using like excessively."
"Don't use, like, big words," she says, and Sebastian can't help the boisterous laugh because she legitimately looked confused. She even put her hand against her temple to concentrate.
"Don't hurt yourself there," Rachel says, putting a hand out mockingly. The whole class laughed at that. At that moment, the teacher, Mr. Carter, walked in. He saw Ashley hovering over Rachel and rolled his eyes. Ashley was notorious for starting nonsense with Rachel, and he was sick of everyone turning a blind eye to it. Well, lately, a few of the teachers have actually stopped some of the tormenting, but Ashley was the type of girl who believed she was an exception to the rules. And that was definitely not okay with him.
"Ashley! Sit down!" he demands, setting his briefcase next to him.
"But Mr. Carter," she whines, "she was bugging me!" she cries defensively. Rachel and Mr. Carter both roll their eyes and Sebastian scoffs.
"Well, Ashley, I believe you were the one that was hovering over her desk. I don't think she was bugging you, I believe you were bugging her. Now sit down."
"Mr. Carter that is like, so unfair. She's like, in my seat. I was like sitting next to Sebby like yesterday!"
"Mr. Smythe do you need Ashley to sit next to you?" Mr. Carter asks, looking at Sebastian dubiously.
"No, no I really don't. Thank you though," he replies politely, smothering his grin.
"There you have it Ashley, he will survive without you. Now sit down." Ashely huffs in annoyance and stomps to the rest of her Cheerihoes!
"Now class, as you know my name is Mr. Carter and AP English Language and Composition teacher. Make friends with the people sitting around you because we will be discussing, debating, and contemplating several ideas and books and issues. It's the first week of school, but you will be having work."
"Aw, come on Mr. Carter!" one of the jocks exclaim.
"Yes I am so sorry you have to work in school. My apologies." Mr Carter replied dryly, causing the class to chuckle at the jock's expense.
"Anyways, I will be passing out our first book of the year, and your first assignment is to read and annotate the first chapter." The class began to grumble in protest.
"The more you complain the more I assign, so I suggest you stop. The book isn't even that difficult guys, this is just so I can see where you are with your understanding of interpreting and analyzing."
"The assignment isn't even that bad," Sebastian whispered to Rachel.
"It isn't but no one does their work. I don't understand why half the class is in Ap Lang, but I suppose since the standards aren't exactly high then the teachers just don't care."
"I was about to comment on that too," he replies surveying the class, taking in the dumb jocks who were currently ripping up paper and throwing it at each other, to the Cheerihoes! who were reapplying their already terrible makeup.
"What did I get myself into?" he mutters to himself.
"Hey! It'll still be fun, you have me remember?" she says giggling, elbowing him. He grinned at her and blocked her very bony elbow.
"Yes I suppose you're alright," he says condescendingly. She scoffed and made a face. They were far too busy being engrossed in each other to notice that Mr. Carter was attempting to give them their books.
"Ahem," Mr. Carter coughed, causing Rachel to pull away jerkily. She looked up, utterly embarrassed, causing Sebastian to smirk at her flustered appearance. He couldn't help but love how he entertained her enough, where she would act, well, not like herself.
Mr. Carter was also very amused. He had never seen the famously always put together Rachel Berry out of sorts. It was very entertaining to watch.
"Mr. Smythe, Ms. Berry, if you would be so kind as to take the top two books of the pile," he says, using his head to gesture to the pile of books he was holding. Sebastian reached up to get the books, swatting Rachel's hand away when she attempted to reach the tall pile of books.
"I can do it Sebastian!" she protested.
"I doubt that," he replied looking between the pile of books and Rachel. He gave her a mocking grin and she pouted. He would never admit that his heart, may or may not, have melted at her adorable pout.
"Just say thank you, you ungrateful brat," he says cheekily, handing her the book, bowing slightly. SHe stifled a giggle, and nodded her head in thanks.
"Is this what gentlemen get for being chivalrous, well I never," he says, crossing his arms. Mr. Carter rolled his eyes and walked away from the teenage couple. He had a feeling this year was going to be so much more interesting than the usual McKinley High drama. He couldn't help but grin to himself. The students were so petty about their lives, they cared about the little things and never noticed the bigger things.
~~~~~~~~50 minutes later because I can't write a whole spiel about class~~~~~~~~~
"Well that was fun," Sebastian says chuckling at another of Rachel's sad face. He had teased her about her OCD concerning everything and she had yet to find something to retaliate it with.
"For you, you ass," she mutters, pushing him. Of course, due to the obvious height and weight difference he didn't move, at all.
"Why did a sudden breeze come through the hallway?" he asked sarcastically.
"Don't make fun of the fact that I am petite!" she yells, trying not to smile. Which was difficult, because it seemed like he made it his life goal to make her smile. She was definitely not complaining.
"I won't, scouts honor," he says.
"You were probably never a scout!" she exclaims.
"You would be correct my dear. Now, onto our next class," he says pushing their way through the walls of students.
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