He's An Iceberg || Sebastian Smythe

4 - The Iceberg Begins To Melt

Third Person POV:

Back to the normal group. Finn. Rachel. Blaine. Kurt. Santana. Everyone else always seemed too busy. It didn't bother anyone. Those five were just enough.

They were in the same place. The all famous Lima's. But this time, a gloomy air seemed to swirl around a certain corner. It was followed by the same boy. The boy with two faces. But everyone knew this wasn't the new boy that had just entered their lives, not the nice and caring boy they had been told about and met. No. This was the other one. But somehow, he didn't seem like himself.

He was at a two person table. All by himself. The chair across from him seemed to represent more than just an empty seat. It showed more than that. You could see the lack of presence inside him, the chair only adding to it.

He looked dark. Dressed in all black, with the exception of gray and white here and there. Not even his Dalton blazer was present. He had his hood up, covering his spiked hair and devilish eyes and that God awful smirk everyone hated but would miss if left, because it was an assurance that life was real, and not everything was perfect. But, they couldn't see it, they couldn't see anything except the book that rested on the table. No one took him as the studious type, but now wasn't the time to judge.

Typically they wouldn't just walk over and talk to him. Typically they'd ignore him if they felt like it, more than likely just leave instead. But something seemed off about this sight. It had been at least a month since they saw Sebastian, and this wasn't how they wanted the reunion to be. No, it was much worse.

So they all agreed to walk over there, see what was going on, catch up, maybe even talk about Barry, and then leave. Not too much, but not too little. Just right. Whether or not it would be right for him was something they couldn't decided. In the end it would be worth it, right?

So they walked over there, entering the dark air. Standing like a shadow right over him. But Sebastian didn't seem to notice until Blaine raised his voice.

"Hey Sebastian." Blaine greeted him, everyone watched, waiting for a response.

"What?" Was all he said, keeping his eyes on his book.

"We just wanted to say 'Hey'." Finn added.

"Good. Now go away." Sebastian didn't even add an angry emotion to this, he had forgotten it all.

"Come on, we just wanted to talk and-" Rachel was smiling, but stopped after being cut off.

"Well I don't, so if you don't mind, screw off." Sebastian was gruffer in his voice this time. It was almost squeaking.

The group was quiet, not quite sure how to react. It was quiet for a second before Kurt spoke out.

"How's Barry." Kurt asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Screw you." Sebastian said back smoothly.

"Dude-" Finn started, but Rachel held him back, telling him to stop.

"Come on guys, let's just go." Rachel decided to end this. Everyone seemed to agree, and was about to leave, that was until Santana decided to butt in.

"No, no. This is not  Ok. You hear that Sebastian?!" She was getting louder, and closer to Sebastian, who still hadn't moved, "We have tried to be nice to you! And all you can do it be an ass back! Why can't you show compassion? Does Barry know you act like this? Because I'm sure he'd love to!" She scoffed, looking back then quickly looking at him, quieting down a bit, "Coward. You can't even look us in the eyes." She spat out.

Santana finished her rant by reaching over the table and pulling Sebastian's hood off. Sebastian gave up, he looked up at the group, not being able to last long. As he looked away, glossy eyes, biting his lip.

The group stared. Shocked.

He was broken.

Actually broken.

His bottom lip was scabbed over, dried blood around the edges of the wound. His right eye was a mix of black and blue to form the most uncomfortable bruise. He was able to see out of it, barely. But that didn't stop it from looking painful. There was a gash running down the side of his face, across his cheek. It was also scabbed over, but it looked large and painful. Redness flooded his cheeks around the wound. Flushed from the forceful pressure. A couple more small bruises and minor cuts roamed down his face and were cut off by the shirt covering his neck.

They were confused. Who did this? Why did Sebastian hide this? Why did he seem embarrassed? It confused them all too much. Too much for comfort.

They wanted to say something. Some comfort. An apology. Something. Anything. But nothing was coming out of any of their mouths. Not even Santana. Especially Santana.

Sebastian shook his head. This was his breaking point. And now they all knew. They all freaking knew it. GREAT! He was shaking madly as he rushed to grab his book and bag behind him, starting to rush out of the café.

Blaine stopped him, grabbing his arm. Sebastian turned around to face him. His glossy eyes piercing right into Blaine's soul. Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't manage to say anything. He closed his mouth, just showing his empathetic expressions. Sebastian shook his head at Blaine, escaping his grasp easily as he left the café. The group just watching. Wondering how the breaker, could ever be broken?

I don't think I gave much explanation as to what is going on with Sebastian, but that's the point! Ha! Boi!