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Chantelle's eyes widened, stepping outside, closing the door behind him, "what are you doing here?!" she asked frantically through her gritted teeth,

he looked at her with sad eyes, "i'm sorry."

"you're sorry?" she raised an eyebrow, chuckling, "oh that's funny."

he frowned, "come on, Telle, why can't you let me back in? what happened?"

she sniffled, crossing her arms over chest, "because,"

"wait a minute. have you been crying?" he cut her off,

she scoffed, "of course i've been crying my boyfriend threw a slushy in my best friends face, scratched his cornea and now he has to have surgery so i came clean about our fucking relationship and now i'm not even in glee club anymore. this is all your fault." she rambled, He opened his mouth to say something but he could only manage to croak an "I'm sorry." again,

She shook her head, "is there anything else?"

he sighed, "i love you."

she looked at him with wide eyes, clenching and unclenching her jaw, "then why did you do it?"

he shrugged, "i just wanted to win so bad and i thought if i had psyched them out then it would make them back down and we would get to sing MJ, and... i don't fucking know!" he ran a hand through his hair, which Chantelle had just noticed was ungelled, she had always loved when his hair was messy and didn't have an excessive amount of gel in it, his eyes moved down to her hand, watching the blood start to show through the cloth, "Jesus, telle, what happened?"

she cursed under her breath, "nothing. I'm fine."

"don't tell me you-"

"christ, Sebastian not everything is about you goddammit!" she snapped, instantly regretting it as it probably woke up her dad, "you need to go," she muttered,

he furrowed his eyebrows, "what? why?"

the door then opened, showing a tall figure wearing a stained grey tanktop with at least four holes in it, he reeked of the smell of alcohol and smelt like he hadn't showered in a month, his hair messy, a bottle of almost empty beer in his hand, Sebastian then put the pieces together,

about why she had the cut on her hand

why she didn't talk about her home life or her backstory

and the bruises she would show up with, they weren't from falling off her skateboard.

he grabbed Chantelle by the hand and pushed her behind him, holding a tight grip of her, shielding her, "Sebastian, don't."

he ignored her, "hello, sir,"

Chantelle's father let out an inhumorous laugh, "is this your boyfriend?" he asked Chantelle, pointing to Sebastian, ignoring him completely, she shook her head softly, "no, pa, just a friend. he was just leaving anyway."

Sebastian tightened his grip around her wrists, clenching his jaw, "Chantelle and i are going camping tonight, we'll be back on Monday."

Chantelle's eyes widened, opening her mouth to say something but couldn't due to Sebastian's hand that had just covered it, muffling her words,

"beats me having to deal with that little shit." her father spoke, taking a swig from his drink, it took everything in Sebastian to not say or do anything, instead he just plastered on a fake smile, "it was nice meeting you, Mr. St. Clair."

"hey, if she does anything too slutty, like always you have my full permissio-"

before he could finish, Sebastian's fist connected with Chantelle's father's jaw, making him grab it in pain while he let out a groan, Sebastian ignored what Chantelle was frantically saying, taking a hold of her hand before walking her over to the car, opening it for her, signaling for her to get in, she wanted to protest but wasn't gonna risk staying here with a mad man, although she knew she would get hurt way worse when she came back, she could tell Sebastian had already come up with a plan.

"Sebastian!" Chantelle clapped her hands, wanting to get his attention, he finally acknowledged her, snapping out of his thoughts, turning to her, "what?"

"why would you do that?" she couldnt help but ask,

"because, i know he's abusing you. i needed to protect you and get you the hell away from him and when he was calling you all of those things i just got so angry and.. i - i don't know."

she turned to the window, "just drive." she muttered in defeat.

the two arrived at Dalton Academy, Sebastian stepped out, walking over to open Chantelle's but she opened it herself, Sebastian moved the hand he had just used to attempt to open her door, stroking it through his hair, following her inside the building, walking down the hall and to the eighth door on the left, room 208. she waited for him to catch up and unlock it, he pursed his lips, fishing into his pocket for his keys, finding them, he grabbed the silver one the had the number 208 engraved in it, he stuck it into the key hole, unlocking it, turning the knob and pushing it slightly, giving Chantelle access to enter, Jeff and Nick sat on Nick's bed, shocked when they saw the duo walk in, they exchanged a glance, "we were just leaving. uh, right, Jeff?" Nick stammered, Jeff nodded quickly, standing up from the bed, Nick following, "it was nice seeing you, Telle." Jeff smiled, Chantelle smiled lightly back, the two walked out, leaving Sebastian and Chantelle there awkwardly, "are you thirsty?" Sebastian asked, trying to break the silence, she shook her head slightly, he sighed, "do you love me?"

she got caught off guard, looking up at him, smiling sadly, "of course, I love you, Sebastian."

he frowned, stepping toward her, "I'm sorry, Chantelle, i really am."

she refused to look him in the eyes, she couldn't bare doing so. Sebastian rested a hand on her cheek, caressing it lightly, she looked into his deep blue eyes, she saw the hurt in his eyes, it pained her.
he rested his head on hers in defeat, "i love you so much, Telle."

she could always read Sebastian's eyes and what they had to say, she really wanted to tell him that its over but she believed him when he said he got caught up in greed. closing the space between them, she brushed her lips against his, kissing him slowly yet so passionately.

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