Adolescents of 5th Avenue

Chapter 1: Sebastian

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I did not want to be here. Why was i here? I shouldn't have let them talk me into this.

"Dude. You look like you just swallowed a d!ck. What the hell is wrong?" Stefan asked.

I chuckled nervously, trying to stray from his latter question. "Yeah well we both know i haven't done that recently," I sighed.

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Hi. Im Sebastion. This is all kind of abrupt and scary, so please let me take my time to introduce myself. You want me to tell you all these boring things about my life and honestly? We both know you don't care. So let's both cut the shit. There may or may not be a part of this story you enjoy. But im going to share it with you anyway....

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I gnawed at my lip, tasting blood. It had always been a really bad habit of mine, and i was forced to deal with it. Anyways, you're probabaly wondering where we were at this moment.

Come on, guess.

Nope, not there.

Nope, not doing anything illegal, so not there.

My brother and I were here to go the therapist. Actually, I was. He was just my chauffeur for this fond afternoon.

"Sebastian Haysworth?" I looked up to find the cheery receptionist we had met about a half hour ago grinning at me. I gave her an incredulous stare, trying to intimidate her.

She wouldnt budge. Fine. Whatever. I stood up from the uncomfortable chair and my brother gave me a cautious smile and a pat on the back. I walked down the giddy hallway with the giddy receptionist in the fucking giddy little office. I was thinking hard, making sure i was controlling my ragged breathing. I kept walking, thinking about what it would be like, if he would hate me..

"Ow!" I shake my head from my thoughts and see that the receptionist had stopped walking and i had walked straight into her.

"Sorry.." i mumbled, my head down.

She disregarded my comment and advanced to open the door. Before it opened i glanced at the golden plaque that read "Alderson". Hm.

I forced my gaze off the door, knowing his eyes would be on me. Our gazes met, and my breathing hitched in my throat.