BAD IDEA ✸ Sebastian Smythe

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Chantelle walked into Dalton. smiling at the boys that waved to her, she flipped her hair, running a hand through the soft material, as she was about to knock on Sebastian's door she heard Sebastian and nick talking about her.

"dude, it was just a hookup," Sebastian said,

"how was it just a hookup? Johnathan is totally gonna get the wrong impression. you have a girlfriend. what the hell is Chantelle gonna say?"

"that's why we don't tell her."

Chantelle's eyes immediately filled with tears, threatening to spill out, she walked out, back into her car and kept driving until she got to the park, when she arrived, she sat on the swing, her phone buzzed, she checked to see who it was, obviously, it was Sebastian. she ignored it, continuing to get lost in her thoughts.

about an hour later, she needed to escape her thoughts, she got in her car and drove home, grabbing exactly eight bottles of beer, she set them next to the rocking chair that remained on her front porch, it was now pitch black out so she just admired the stars, chugging a bottle of alcohol,

then three

then five

then six

then seven,

taking a sip from her eighth, the stars had blurred together into constellations that weren't actually there, quickly, a car pulled into her driveway, she squinted, groaning as the headlights added more spots to her vision, a tall figure then came into view, too far away to recognize, but as the figure got closer, she saw that it was Sebastian.

he ran up to her, she chuckled in amuse, "what the hell is going on? why haven't you been responding?"

she looked up at him, locking eye contact, "m—m—maybe Johnathan knows?" she slurred,

he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, she smiled sadly, "yeah."

"i—i am so sorry— I swear, it didn't mean anything. okay? Chantelle, i love you. so fucking much. i was drunk off my ass when it happened and i just..." he rambled,

she brought a hand up to stop him, "s—stop."

he noticed her slur in between sentences, looking down to her side to see bottles messily sprawled across the porch, his eyes widened, "are you drunk?"

she didn't reply, just smiled sarcastically at him, "you don't drink. you hate how champagne is too bubbly and you said any dark alcohol tastes like car oil. What is going on? is this because of me?"

Chantelle rolled her eyes, "maybe i had a change of heart. You clearly did." taking another swig of alcohol, Sebastian snatched it out of her hand, throwing it on the ground beside them, shattering it beneath his feet, she glared at him, "you're lucky my dads at some whore house tonight."

Sebastian ignored what she had just said, "I'm sorry. i was drunk!"

Chantelle felt completely sober now, crossing her legs, "why were you at the bar in the first place?"

he ran a hand through his hair, "cause i was so stressed over the fact that you never told me about your dad and—"

she cut him off with a scoff, "oh so this is my fault?"

he shook his head rapidly, "no! i just..." he got on his knees, trying to reach eye level with her, attempting to grab a hold of her hands she shoved them away, his features saddened even more, "please don't stay here. atleast stay in the dorm. i—ill sleep on the floor and you can have my bed. just please... darling, stay safe with me."

she shook her head, standing up, "goodbye Sebastian."

she opened the door, stepping inside, closing it behind her, she slid down it, her cheeks immediately getting wet with tears, she choked on a sob as she put her head in her hands.

her and Sebastian Smythe were over,

it was just a hookup.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .