Oh My God (SebaCiel)

Nut.

Miss Juanita!

      My savior. I always knew she was as religious as a first communion but who would have thought she was actually an angel under all those layers of janitor clothing.

      I swear I saw a halo.

      She was coming our way dragging that nasty ass school trash can behind her, like a sack of dicks.

      If looks could kill Sebastian might be dead right now. Might be because maybe his looks would cancel out the look she's giving him or-

"Ciel. I asked you a question, mijo."

      Oh shit. What did she ask me again? Something about young and men and being bothered... oh yeah!

"Miss Juanita, for the last time, I'm sorry, but I'm just not interested in Pablo. I'm sure he's a sweet boy and with that tan he could probably get anyone. I mean if I wasn't so straight I'd probably let him ba-"

"Ciel! Do not play your little American games. Is this feo bothering you or qué??"

      Wow. So I guess Pablo's taken. Damn.

      Well, anyway, I glanced at Sebastian and gave him my most sinister grin. If I were looking at a mirror right now, I'm sure it would crack.

"Why yes ma'am, this ugly bastard right here was trying to feel me up! Even after I begged him to stop he just kept going...I-I didn't know w-what to do *sniff* *sniff*"

      I swung my hands up to cover my beautiful face as my tears started pouring out like two waterfalls.

     Miss Juanita gasped and I peeked through my fingers to see Sebastian looking anything but impressed as he rolled his eyes so far back into his head I swear they touched his skull. All I could see were the whites of his eyeballs, he might as well have been a demon.

"Dios mío! Leave feo, get out here, you rapist, maldito! Don't you worry mijo, I'll let you inside early this time Ciel..."

"But you. You can stay out here, ojalá que tus bolas se frisen!"

      Holy shitttttt, that was amazing. I don't have the slightest clue as to what she said but who gives a damn? She just put that manwhore in his place and I get to go inside? Nah, this has to be a dream. I hope I never wake up.

      I glanced at the biggest, widest, loosest asshole I've ever had to displeasure to look at and saw that his jaw was practically touching the ground. Disgusting.

"Hey, maybe you should close that dirty mouth of yours, wouldn't want somebody's dick flying in there... On second thought, you just might."

      I smirked at the dark look he gave me as we walked passed him and into hell.

     But when we were inside, I was trembling. Just the thought of those dark, piercing red eyes had my face my on fire.

     I wish he would look at me like that every night before we go to bed. Maybe after we have a nice warm bath and some Pretty Little Liars or fuck, we could watch anime together.

      Or maybe... we could sit and read manga while he wraps those strong arms of his around me and whispers sweet little nothings in my ear.

      Well, I'm not positive but those long fingers look like they could flip manga pages for a living. I don't know, but oh my god I'd do just about anything to find out.

      Wait.

      No, God, please no.

      Did I just mentally nut at the thought of us being together   ?

     

      Oh, my fuck.

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