A/N: I felt it was high-time for this chapter. It is, I think, something very much different from all the others. Not only in length. I would love it if you let me know if it has the same different kind of vibe to you. :)

For you My Love, against the Boredom. You know who you are;)

Love, M

Tears Stained

Chapter Nine: Who do you think you are?

Sebastian is having the time of his life.

It is shortly after 9am and his French class is in full swing. He, however, is still sprawled out on one of the couches in the choir room, phone in hand, scrolling through his latest messages, thinking to himself all the while, 'It's a travesty, not a French class, no way am I wasting my time on that.'

Rolling his eyes at a world that, '…employs people like that to teach French. At a private school!' his attention is refocused when rediscovering the latest message of someone he finds to be much more entertaining than Miss Parker and her "French".

7:13am -Ignore my messages all you want. You won't get away with this. I'll make sure of that.-

Smirking he scrolls through all the other threatening messages again - his phone has not stopped beeping all night.

1:26am -I'm coming for you.-

3:49am- With that slimy smirk of yours, sure you don't brush your teeth with slug juice every night?-

3:58am – I would introduce you to a toothbrush by shoving one up where the sun don't shine but I have a feeling you might enjoy that.-

4:15am -So do people puke in your mouth while you kiss them every time, or is smelling your breath enough to give them a taste of your rotten core so that you just go through loads of pairs of shoes each day? –

4:16am – The smell of puke must really complement your personality.-

5:59am -Forget getting red wine out of your precious blazer, I am going to soak your whole wardrobe in the cheapest shit I can find.-

Sebastian cannot wait to find out who of the Nearly Disfunctionals he is dealing with.

'Those Blonds and Asians all looked way too stupid to plan anything. The guy with the strip of ugly carpet on his head is a total joke, and dances almost as badly as that guy walking around like he is half brain-dead. Urgh, I can't even be bothered to really try and figure this out. It's not like I need to anyway. None of them could ever be a real threat to me. And with those Warblers as my puppets I can take all of them at once if I need to.'

"Bring it misfits. Bring it," he shouts, past his lips still turned into a snickering smirk, to the empty room.

He wallows in the sound of his own voice echoing back from the high ceiling. 'Finally something to be heard in here that sounds good. These Nearly Disfunctionals are a joke as it is, but those dumbass Warblers would still be so screwed without me. They would so lose again to them this year. Idiots, talentless morons. All of them.'

Moments later the next message arriving tears him from his thoughts.

9:17am -I am going to kick your ass. This afternoon I am coming for you. SNIX!-

Sebastian just snorts reading it, whispering to himself, "Let's see you try, Snix. Stupidity must be hereditary if one of you fuck-ups actually has parents who named one of you losers Snix."

Rolling his eyes once more he tosses his phone to the side, scoots further down on the couch, locks his arms behind his head and relaxing into the 'at least comfortable furniture' makes the annoyance room, "I SO need a new hobby. Scandals and the Warblers are boooring me to DEATH!"

The midnight meeting last night had gone swimmingly, too swimmingly for Sebastian's finicky tastes.

'I have those guys wrapped around my little finger.'

Apart from this adding to his boredom, the thing he finds unsettling about it, well, more disappointing really - for the lack of a challenge it leaves with him - he cannot shake the feeling that, 'Those guys are so pathetic they might just follow anyone.'

And Sebastian just cannot have that, people not acknowledging, worse, 'not recognizing, to begin with,…', how special he is, '…how special I am.'

Well, the attempt to make Blaine see has thoroughly misfired.

Yes, Sebastian is having the time of his life.

Definitely.