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SEBASTIAN MILKOVICH LET OUT A DEEP SIGH. he was back on his meds again. except this time he couldn't avoid taking them, because ian was at the house everyday making sure he takes them. the red head didn't know why he never thought of doing that before to make sure sebastian takes them.
mickey was back at the house, also on probation. sebastian lost his job at the kash n grab because he never went to work, so he had the alibi — which his p/o didn't actually care, as long as sebastian had a job. he started going to school again to find out he was already able to graduate months ago because he had all the credits he needed after the first semester.
that was a plus.
sebastian didn't realize he would've ever been able to graduate a year early but he wasn't complaining. it meant he could probably go to a college early — if he ever goes. it was weird to him though, when he walked into the school and actually received his diploma, because that was the time he going out he was able to graduate.
"it's no fancy ceremony, but you're out of high school. awarded with a music scholarship, and a grant for your first year if you decide to go to college." the guidance counsellor told him, leaning back against his desk.
"holy shit." sebastian said with furrowed brows, looking at the paper with his name on it. he looked up at the counsellor who gave him a look after he swore. "sorry." the noirette huffed.
"you have any plans on going to college?" he asked.
"nope. don't know if i'll go." he shrugged, rolling up the diploma.
"well if you do, good luck with it." the counsellor told him, walking around his desk to sit down.
sebastian chuckled dryly before leaving the office. "where are you going?" val asked, walking up to the noirette with ian next to her.
"home, i guess. i just graduated." sebastian informed them, holding up his diploma.
"what?! aren't you only in grade 11?" ian asked with a confused look, taking the diploma from his hand to look at it.
"yeah, guess i earned enough credits to graduate a year early." sebastian shrugged.
"damn, didn't know you were smart." ian snickered. seb just shook his head at the red head.
"well, i'm gonna go home, i'll see you guys later." the noirette gave the two a wave before turning to walk out of the school.
he did feel a bit better after he got back on his meds, and started going to n/a regularly again. sebastian was still working at the alibi as well, and he was glad that his p/o didn't care. the probation officer stopped appearing at his house every week and only every two weeks, which was better.
