He forces his heavy eyelids open and takes in the familiar surroundings of the dorm. Light is gleaming in from behind the curtains; he squints and turns away.
He pulls the comforter closer to his body, a cold chill is trying to seize him; he doesn't have the strength to fight it off. He allows it to grapple him.
Even after more than 12 hours of heavy sleep, tiredness still has its hold on him. His body feels weak, but his mind refuses to follow that. He sits up, closing his eyes for a moment as he lets his head hang from his shoulders; it feels heavy in its place.
It's after 8, breakfast is in half an hour. He doesn't feel like it, his body doesn’t feel like ingesting any food today; he blames it on a fever.
He reaches for his phone and scrolls through the contacts. He stops at a familiar name, and rubs his thumb over it. Soon its title would be his.
He continues scrolling through the list and stops a second time. He opens up a message and adds the recipient. He begins to type.
It has taken him longer than usual to type a 3421 character message, he blames it on the earliness. 3421 characters outlining his plan; the plan that would pull him a step closer to his wish.
He hits send and watches as the message leaves his phone.
Message Sent
To: Chandler
He smirks, if all works out well, he would win.
It was evil, but Sebastian had to admit, he himself was evil. If it caused the pain he knew it would, then so be it; the outcome would be worth it.
He was in charge, he would take responsibility. He would take responsibility for the blonde glasses-wearing boy's actions; it would make the game more fun.
The plan was brief, but he knew his boy wouldn't let him down. His boy, could he call him that? An acquaintance, that seemed more fitting. They had only met the once; Scandal's seemed to be his place, the boy was perfect for the job.
He thinks back to their first meeting, the boy was pushy; he took a liking towards him, not as a friend but more a commander. They flirted, even though it wasn't real on his half; he let the meaningless flirty comments pour out. The boy had fallen into his trap, he had let his handsome features woo the boy; in his stupidity, the boy had developed a crush. He took advantage and lead the boy on. It was fun, he felt in control; Chandler Kiehl was eating out of the palm of his hand.
He rethinks the plan and makes sure every detail he sent was correct. No mistakes could be made here; he places all of his trust on this geeky boy.
Step 1: Approach the boyfriend and flirt
This would be easy, the boy was experienced in that field.
Step 2: Ask for his number and proceed to text flirt
That gay-faced Betty White is too polite to say no, another check for the box.
Step 3: Invite him and Blaine Warbler to Scandals
How could they resist? It was his treat. It may take a bit of persuading but he would get there, he hoped he would.
Step 4: Spike his drink
Easy, he would be none the wiser.
Step 5: Take him back to his flat and strip him of his clothes
A delicate step, he had to warn Chandler not to sleep with the boy.
Step 6: Take the tell-tale photographs
The boy would be innocent until proven guilty; but he had the evidence to prove just that.
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Time is Slipping Away
FanfictionIn his time left, he wanted them to feel what he felt. He wanted them to feel the pain. That is why he insulted them, that is why he threw the slushie; it was simple, he just wanted people to see. The life of Sebastian Smythe. Deathfic. Seblaine.