Nobody Loves Me Like You Do

Chapter 22: Sebastian Smythe

Our first date was perfect, we had a perfect date, a perfect dinner, a perfect time. Blaine is perfect, everything about him is incredible, his eyes, his hair, his laugh, his smile, his voice, everything. We've gone on multiple other dates, we've shared multiple other kisses. I always want to be around him, I always want to be touching him, whether it's holding his hand, a small touch on the shoulder, a quick hug, anything. Blaine and I walk down the halls of Dalton hand in hand chatting with Nick and Jeff. A tall extremely good-looking boy with green eyes strides past our group with an aura of cockiness and confidence.

"Who do you think that guy is? I think I would have remembered someone like him going to this school," Jeff says clearly awestruck.

Nick wraps a protective arm around his boyfriend's shoulders, "He's probably some lame freshman trying to act cool or something."

"Well he is one good-looking freshman," he replies.

"Mmmhmm. I mean that is one sharp jawline," Blaine nods his head enthusiastically.

I roll my eyes, "He has a CW haircut, who tries to copy the look of superheroes?"

Nick hums in agreement, "Right? I mean how dorky is that?"

"He seems nice, I think we should go introduce ourselves to him," Blaine suggests.

"Yeah!" Jeff makes a move toward the retreating guy. "If you two judgmental meanies don't want to come along then we will go by ourselves."

"No, no! We'll come, we'll come," Nick agrees.

We all make our way over to the stranger who is sitting by himself drinking coffee, the poor thing. Jeff pulls out a chair next to him and his head snaps up from whatever book he was reading before. Nick takes a seat next to his boyfriend and Blaine next to him. There are no more chairs left so I drag one a bit closer than necessary next to Blaine. The green-eyed boy kind of stares at us like we are crazy.

"Hello," Jeff starts. "My name is Jeff, this is my boyfriend Nick, and our friends Blaine and Kurt. Are you new here at Dalton?"

"Yeah, yeah, I just moved here from France actually," he replies.

I give him a tight smile, "So are you a freshman or something."

He scoffs, "Do I look like a freshman?"

"What is your name?" Blaine asks, trying to avoid any sort of issues within the first introductions.

"I'm Sebastian. And no, I am not a freshman," he gives a pointed look toward me. "I am actually a Sophomore."

"Us too, hey do you like singing by any chance?" Jeff asks.

Sebastian gives a confident smirk, "Well, I was the head of my acapella group back in France."

"That's great! You should totally try out for the Warblers. We are an acapella group, we actually have a competition coming up fairly soon and we could definitely use another strong voice," Blaine chimes in. "You can come to practice after classes today if you want."

Irritation bubbles up in my chest, "Alright, well it was a pleasure meeting you Simon. See you at auditions."

I pull Blaine's arm up as well as Nick's. Nick seems just as relieved as me to escape from this awkward interaction. Both Jeff and Blaine seem to keep their gaze pinned on Mr. I'm-So-Perfect for as long as possible without it being either borderline stalkerish or completely perverted. To say I was a bit jealous would be an understatement. Nick and I clearly have irritation with this perfect french model. I try to ignore Blaine and Jeff gushing about how talented, and nice, and good-looking Stevie what's-his-face-is. I pull Nick over to the side while our boyfriends chat excitedly about the new student.