Mistakes We Made (Glee FF/Sebastian Smythe) | ✓

35~ Ghost

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"PBOO CHIC-CHIC-CHIC! PBOO CHIC-CHIC-CHIC! PBOO CHIC-CHIC-CHIC!" we all turned to Sam, who was beatboxing. It wasn't really helping out the predicament.

"Are you for real?" Santana asked him.

"Sorry." he muttered.

"Is he even going to show up?" Rachel asked.

"I texted him saying if he didn't then he was a coward. He'll show up if his manhood is challenged." Blaine replied.

"Yeah, that's why he's obsessed with me." I said.

Suddenly, the clacking of shoes echoed into the auditorium, and in walked Hunter Plastic Surgery Clarington.

"Lavek, others." he greeted us.

"I got to say retard, you've been on a real friggin' roll for this passed year, haven't you? And let me tell you, me and my buds were more than ecstatic to come down here and watch you crumble away like a stale cracker." I said.

"Look, you wanted me here, here I am. What's all this about?" he asked.

"I'm giving you one more chance to apologize, then maybe we can never see each other again on good terms." I replied.

"Why should I apologize to you? you got nothing on me." he said.

"Right back at ya Plastic Surgery. Listen up, I get it. Okay? You are a miserable little bitchlet with no intent on ever redeeming yourself. But I just want to thank you." I said.

"For what? I thought you'd be eager to whack me with a steel bat?" he asked me.

"Well, what the hell would that do? It's not like it'll fix anything. I just want to thank you for teaching me what it means to be faithful, something you've never heard of obviously." I stood up from my stool and strided over to him. "You know if you think about it, you and I are alike in a lot of ways." I said.

"How so?" he asked, crossing his arms and putting on that dumb and irritating smirk.

"Well, putting aside my stunning physical features, we're both stubborn as the day is long. But I got something you will never ever have." I replied.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"I got good will. And I'm going to use that good will to be the best person I can, while you sit here and wonder why everybody hates you." I said.

"Really? Who else here hates me? Besides you and your juvenile school buddies? Who else wants to ring my neck?" he asked. I looked at my friends, and we snapped out fingers simoutaneously.

Sebastian came in, with a small limp in his step. He had stitches on his forehead, a cast on his wrist, and a bruised eye. Behind him, were the rest of the Warblers.

"Two broken ribs, one factured arm, a sprained knee cap and one hell of a bad head ache. I was out for one week, then on bedridden for 72 hours. And during all that, you never came to visit. Some partner, huh?" he asked him. Hunter rolled his eyes at him.

"Sebastian, you know what she's trying to do-"

"Shut up!" he snapped at him. "I can't believe I ever decided to work with you, you stupid, idiotic piece of crap. And I can't wait to graduate and get on the road to New York, where I'll never have to see you again. So I'm going to leave you here, miserable and loathing, while I make a name for myself with my girlfriend." he said.

"Why should I care about what you plan to do in your future?" Hunter asked.

"Just a reminder that you're not as awesome as you think you are. So, in official Warbler tradition, Trent! Would you like to do the honors?" he asked the shorter Warbler.