Mr Stan (sebastian stan x reader)

five. walking home

"I'm taking your car, walk home!" Tom yelled as I heard him close the door behind him, leaving me and Mr. Stan together.

I looked up from the table, over to him sat at his desk, typing.

He noticed my presence quickly and pulled a puzzled face but not long after he started to smile. "I honestly thought you'd leave after that," He chuckled, getting up from his chair and walking to my desk.

He sat on Tom's chair, turning around so he would face me more.

"Right so..." he wrote down a quote in my book, "explain what you would do," He said.

I looked at the quote. "I understand that it means love is selfish, and that Jay had to become rich because he didn't think that Daisy would love him otherwise."

"That's literally perfect, Y/n," he said with a smile. "Maybe you were just distracted."

"Maybe, yeah," I laughed lowly, feeling my cheeks turn red.

After around an hour of going over the extract he'd given me, making notes about how Daisy never truly love Tom, but loved him enough to marry him after she thought Jay Gatsby had left her, we finally finished. I really enjoyed doing English with him, going over the quotes felt natural like he was an actor in a past life or something.

My passion was in movies, my dream would to make it as an actor, of course I would never say that out loud, my father wasn't open to the idea of my brother doing Billy Elliot on stage and the hit movie The Impossible with Ewan McGregor when he was younger. My father had always wanted us to go into law, saying that Toms success wouldn't last when he grew older and he'd just end up as a penny-less middle aged man without any credentials.

"Well, if that's it, you're free to go," He smiled, getting up from the chair and turning it around, putting it back under the desk.

"Yeah that's it," I clarified, collecting my things and shoving them in my bag. "Bye Seb."

"Have a good night, Y/n." He called back and then I left closing the door. That wasn't that bad.

After I got my coat and books from the lockers, I headed to the parking lot, only to remember Tom had taken my car home. It wasn't a short walk either, it was least half an hour by car so who knows how long it would be, maybe a couple hours at least. The school bus had already left too, it was probably past five by now.

I started walking down the road, heading towards my house, I had no money to call a cab and the trains only ran every two hours so my best bet was to walk.

"Your house is like 30 minutes away, why are you walking home?" I turned to see Sebastian in a black jaguar, with his window rolled down.

"Tom took my car, my parents aren't available to give me a lift and I don't have any money for a taxi."

"I don't want to step over any boundaries here but I can give you a lift if you'd like," He smiled.

"I don't want to be any trouble. Are you sure?"

"I live only a few houses over, don't I? There's no problem," He explained, leaning over to the other door and opening it, signalling me to get in.

My smile widened and I approached the car, closing the door behind me. "Thank you so much."

"It's not a problem, don't worry," He said back.

After about twenty minuets of casual conversation, about the Great Gatsby, school life and friends, Sebastian asked me a question. "Where are your parents then? Why aren't they here to pick you up?"

"Well, they're just not around that much," I answered vaguely, my mood dropping slightly. I didn't like to talk about my parents.

"Sorry, I know you probably don't want to talk about this stuff to your teacher."

"No no, it's not that. I haven't told anyone, even my friends that I was telling you about."

"Can I ask why?" He said, looking back and forth from the road and my face, wanting me to answer.

"I just don't want them to get annoyed at me for being emotional, and I've been through a lot so I could probably go on for hours." I didn't want to ruin anyone's day, it was a problem I got into quite a lot, something that my school councillor back in England would point out.

"Well I'm here. You can tell me anything, I promise I won't judge or get annoyed at you for being emotional," He said convincingly, accompanied with a warm smile.

But just as I was about the open my mouth he came to a stop.

He looked over to me, "Another time?" He suggested.

"Maybe we could go for that walk," I responded.