Sebastian's POV
As I walked off the airplane, I already began to feel more at home. I've been at a reform school for two years and I'm now "rehabilitated." Honestly, I just want to eat my mama's food. The food there was TERRIBLE. I was dragged out of my thoughts by someone yelling my name.
"SEBASTIAN! SEBASTIAN!"
I turn around to see my mother running towards me. She is much smaller than me, standing 5'2" next to my 6'6" frame. A huge smile forms on my face as I start running towards the woman who gave birth to me. When she finally is in front of me she pulls me in for a bone crushing hug. Damn this woman has gotten stronger.
"I've missed you so much, mijo. You look like a man. I hope that school did you good. No more getting into trouble, okay?"
"I promise, no more trouble." I lied. I'm just not gonna get caught, I thought to myself.
"What am I? Chopped liver?" I hear a voice say from behind my mother. I look up to see my two brothers, Emilio and Jose. I go up to them and hug Jose first. He's a year younger than me, but just looking at us, you wouldn't think that. We have the same facial structure and hair. The only difference between us is our eyes, height, and personality. His eyes are a warm brown like our mother's, something I envy. I have cold blue eyes like our father's. That's the only thing I wish I could change. But you can't. I'm a cold person,. I don't let anyone see emotion. Everyone fears me. Jose is a very friendly person. Everyone loves him.
I get out of my thoughts and walk over to Emilio. We are fraternal twins, but we don't look like it. The only thing we share is our eyes, something we both hate, and our personalities.
"I missed you, pendejo. The others have been waiting for your return as well," he said grimly. "But before you go to them, there is a party welcoming you home tonight," he said with a smirk. "I know you don't like parties, but at least make make an appearance. Pleaseeeee," he begged.
"Fine," I said while rolling my eyes. "But Peyton better not be there. She never got the hint that I don't like her. Is she still like that?" i asked hoping she was over her little obsession.
"She's the same, but bitchier. She started to beat girls up if they get in her way. It's sad because they don't do anything to ask for it, but if they fight back, it gets ten times worse, so they stop trying."
This caught my interest and made me angry. I'm a ruthless bastard, but I don't beat up innocent people. I protect them. With an increased level of determination I looked him in the eyes and said,
"Let's go."
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Teen FictionShe was bullied. He was feared. She was stared at. He stared. She saw him. He adored her. She cried. He cared. She was a pacifist. He was a gang leader.
