Glee Imagines and Preferences

Sebastian*Somebody Else PT2

I had finally figured out all the short cuts and exits. Slipping out the door in tech, I was able to walk out the side of the school, avoiding the car park completely. Standing on the pavement, I looked at the school. Mr. Shue would wonder where I was but everyone else would be wondering about Sebastian.

Just when everything was settling down! Shoving my hands in my pockets, I began walking home.

I lived a decent bit away from school, so I started going to my nearest bus stop. Both my parents would be at work until well after school. the only time's id ever skipped class was with Sebastian.

The bus stop, normally crowded with school kids desperate to get home, only had one old lady sitting there. For once I was able to get a seat. The old woman didn't seem so happy about this, so I shoved my earphones in.

Her bus came and she left. as she was getting on the bus I looked up and saw a nice, black car drive past. I wasn't a car person but whenever I went to Sebastian's I saw his families set of fancy cars.

I looked up the street, relief washing over me as I saw my bus pull into the street. Pulling out my earphones, I stood up, grabbing some money. "(Y/N)," My stomach dropped, "Where are you going?"

"Home, Sebastian," I didn't even glance at him. Nothing had changed. He was driving his expensive car and I was getting the bus. "Go away,"

Putting my hand out to wave down the bus, I noticed his car had stopped. The bus began to pull in, "Just let me talk to you,"

"I don't want to hear it- "

"That's what got us here in the first place!" He yelled. Cringing, I looked over to him, "You never let me talk. Just let me talk for once. Please!"

The bus opened its doors. I looked between him and the bus. I sighed, stepping onto the bus. I heard Sebastian swear and start up the car, "Sorry, I'm not getting on," I quickly stepped off. The driver rolled his eyes and closed the door, driving off. Sebastian glanced over, hands on the wheel. "Well, talk," I crossed my arms.

"Get in the car," Sebastian said. I rolled my eyes which made him sigh, "Just get in the car. I'm not doing this with you on the side of the road,"

I did not want to get in that car, but I found my feet moving. Climbing into the car, I sat in the backseat to make my point. Sebastian sighed and rolled his eyes but started the car up, "Where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere we can talk,"

I watched out the window, basking in the silence. I recognised every turn he took, every road we went down. After about 10 minutes he pulled into a diner's carpark. He unbuckled and began to get out the car, "I'm not going in,"

He let out a deep breath and sat back down, "And why not?"

"I don't want to make a scene,"

"We don't have to make a scene!" Sebastian threw his head back in frustration, "why did you even get in?"

"Because you wanted to talk!" I almost yelled, "I don't even know why I agreed to though after what you did to me,"

"I'm sorry about the slushie,"

"This isn't just about the slushie," I sunk into the seat, never having felt so small, "You left me, and it hurt. You threw away everything we had to be with someone else,"

"You said you were okay with it,"

"Well, I lied," I swallowed hard, "and it hurt,"

"You should've said,"