The Runaway

Chapter Seven

It's been a week since I've seen Sebastian, and I'm quite happy for that. I zoned out in school and people started to take notice. As the ending bell rung, Kurt and Blaine pulled me to the side, concerned faces splaying across their features.

"Honey, you look upset, what's wrong?" Kurt asked, his tone getting soft. Even though I haven't seen Sebastian, I kept thinking about the dumby. He always snuck into my mind whenever I wasn't thinking of anything particular.

"I can't get this guy out of my head. He's a total ass to me, my friends, and he was at my step-dad's bar a week ago," I muttered, rubbing my head. Blaine stared at me weirdly.

"Did you, by any chance, fall in love with that guy?" Blaine asked. I stared at him skeptically.

"No! Oh my god, no!" I exclaimed, waving my hands in the air.

"Oh my god, no! what, Thatcher," Sebastian said, walking up behind Kurt and Blaine. Blaine looked uncomfortable, but Kurt was straight up pissed.

"Who the hell let you into our school?" he seethed. I placed my hands onto my hips and glared at Sebastian.

"None of your business, Smythe," I said. "Anyways, I gotta go. My mom is waiting for me to get to the studio."

Kurt gave me a hug goodbye and Blaine waved. I waved back and walked out of the building. A sense of insecurity flooded my body as I heard light footsteps. Someone was trying to conceal themselves from me. Twisting around quickly, I grabbed the person by their collar and slammed them into the wall next to me, raising a fist for whenever needed.

"Woah, woah, woah, calm down, Thatcher," a voice said, slightly terrified. I looked straight at the person and my feelings got twisted. This boy won't leave me alone and I can't stop thinking about him. I hate this feeling, I hate the feeling that I get when I think about the days where he was insecure and scared.

"What do you want," I mumbled. He smirked.

"I want to see you in action with painting, or drawing or whatever," he said. I rolled my eyes and let go of him, turning away. He grabbed my hand as I went to leave and pulled me back. I pulled my hand out of his and muttered a 'fine,' indicating for him to follow me. Just as we neared the studio, I saw my mom standing outside, her foot tapping on the pavement.

"Joey! I'm gonna be leaving, so you have the studio to yourself," she smiled and waved a goodbye, then left. I rolled my eyes and walked through the studio doors, a welcoming air of paint and nail polish meeting my nose. Mom must've painted her nails before she left.

"Welcome to Studio de la Tighe," I raised my hands up and motioned to the whole room.

"It looks coo- Is that a drawing of me?" he asked, pointing to the drawing I had made the day I cried about my father. The day I multi-tasked, I drew Sebastian when I was crying.

"Yeah, problem? I needed something for my dartboard," I said, trying to lead the topic off. He scoffed.

"Whatever, you totally have something for me," he said.

"Oh really!? Says the guy who didn't keep his mouth shut when we had the sing off! You were all like, 'I want to kiss you,' well if you want to kiss me, just do it!" I screamed and slapped my hand over my mouth. I just gave him permission to kiss me, the enemy.

"Told you that you have something for me," he retorted.

"Fuck you," I said.

"You would," he replied, smirking. I rolled my eyes and walked over to my easel, picking up paints and sketching pencils on the way. As I began drawing, I started to hum like I usually did, this time a different song.