Sebastian stared at himself in his bathroom mirror.
He had woken up 2 hours prior, and was now replacing his towel with a black (obviously designer) T-shirt, and a green plaid long sleeved shirt.
He dropped his towel on the floor, shuddering from the now cool air reaching him 'down there.' The warblers body was quite toned, and very model-like.
Shrugging on his shirts, he towel dried his hair; leaving it still a bit damp. Finally putting on some Calvin Klein red boxers, and Levi's. The tall teenager smirked at himself; he looked good and ready to go for the day.
Now the only problem was that his head was pounding -he drank way to much vodka last night- and he had lied to his own mother. Sebastian wasn't feeling guilty, he was worried. The rich boy didn't have a girlfriend, yet his mom happened to believe him when he fibbed and said that he did.
But after all he was a Smythe, and they were known to be manipulative and harsh.
Which was completely true.
Departing the bathroom, Sebastian calmly walked down the staircase, towards the front door. He may have looked awake but right now his head hurt, and he was tired. Hopefully today he would find a girlfriend, or rather a 'fake' girlfriend; since he wouldn't actually like her.
"Need coffee." Sebastian grumbled, leaving his hair messy and down. It was Sunday, no school and Blaine wouldn't be at The -utterly disgusting- Lima Bean.
Sebastian only went there to see him, otherwise he would've just stayed in Westerville. But lately, he'd been craving the crap that they called coffee.
So, as he jogged out the door, the warbler realized that he most likely looked like lower class. Except his clothes were designer, and his absolutely beautiful face made him look like he was from a richer family.
Shaking his hair away from his eyes, the snarky high schooler reached his black Asten Martin, and quietly got in. He put on his seatbelt and checked the clock, 10:23 a.m. It wasn't that late for coffee, so Sebastian decided to drive down to the Lima Bean. He really needed some of their sickly coffee right now, and maybe he'd find a girl?
"Santana, its morning. Get up!"
Vivid brown eyes blinked, memorizing where she was, Santana Lopez awoke.
"I am!" she called back, answering her mother. The queen bitch then rubbed her eyes and stood up, shivering a bit at the cold surface called the floor.
She slid over to her bathroom, studying herself a bit. Santana honestly thought that she was okay looking, better then most atleast. Of course she hated that her hair was naturally wavy, not curly, but wavy. Makeup barely did anything to change her appearance, and she preferred lighter hair color's not black. Unlike Quinn she didn't have perfect looks, well according to her. Of course she would never admit it but she was insecure.
"Santana, your father and I are going to grab some files at the work place. You will be alright?" Mrs. Lopez called.
"I'll be fine." Santana replied, attempting to brush her unruly hair.
"Why can't I have straight hair like Brittany?" Santana cried, annoyed with her stupid hair. She then decided to just take a shower, it would be much easier to straighten it afterwards.
She quickly took off her pajamas, admiring her sexy six pack in the mirror.
"I am so hot." whispered the Latina, stepping into the shower.
The teenager hurriedly turned the knob, relaxing in the warm water that was now hitting her tanned body. She squeezed her shampoo out and threaded it through her hair, enjoying the feel of it.
"Time for conditioner." Santana had a habit of talking to herself when she was alone, just like she shifted her feet inwards and looked down when she lied, or like how she bit her lip when turned on. The girl had many habits that even Brittany had disregarded. 5 minutes later, the shower had concluded and the now clean 17 year old was drying her hair. Obviously with a blow dryer. Finally, after drying, brushing, dressing (skinny jeans, low cut black tank top, and cherry red cardigan), straightening, then adding a clip for a half up half down look, Santana Lopez had finished.
Her hair was now glossy, straight and beautiful, adding her makeup on as the finishing touch. Smiling happily, she checked herself out in the mirror once and winked. She was such a hot bitch.
Santana soon departed her bedroom, skipping eating at her house and decided to go to the Lima Bean, alone. She needed to find her most hated person, and that required a somewhat quiet place and being solo. Plus, there was coffee and food there.
The 'queen bitch' was then on her way to the Lima Bean; driving in her family's silver camaro.
Yes, the Lopez's were a rich family who lived in Lima. So what? Her father was a dentist and mother his secretary, they both made quite a lot but didn't want to live in Westerville, with all of the snobs. Santana was thankful, she hated it there.
Soon enough she was singing along to Domino by Jessie J in the car. Hopefully everything would go smoothly and she'd decide on someone.
Sebastian had arrived at the Lima Bean around 10 minutes ago, sipping his utterly horrid coffee and staring at the window.
Blaine and Kurt only showed up on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, occasionally on Saturdays when they felt like it. Yes, Sebastian had memorized their schedule, even though liking Blaine felt like a lost cause.
Which girl should he choose? There were so many in the coffee shop at the moment, and tons outside.
That blonde girl over there looks nice, never mind; that nose belongs to an elephant, the redhead over there-so many freckles. Ew.
The door opened once again, a tinkling sound filling the shop.
Sebastian didn't manage to see the newcomer, but it was a girl. Let's see; nice body, wavy but right now straightened hair, cute style, if only he could see the seemingly perfect girls face. She had a lot of things he wanted in a girl, but he needed some personality and facial looks too.
The girl finally faced him, just as he took another sip. Deep brown eyes met bright green as Santana Lopez and Sebastian Smythe commenced a stare down.
The prideful Latina strut over towards him, taking the seat on his left.
"Gay chipmunk, what are you doing here?" Santana asked, faking kindness.
Sebastian smirked, oh really? "Nothing Lopez, just trying to see how you second class people manage to drink this garbage. Oh wait-sorry for my mistake- you're third class, right?" he asked cheekily, continuing the battle.
"Look twink, I thought after 'Smooth Criminal' we decided to stay on our own sides. You belong in stuck up Westerville with all the preppy gays."
"Oh dear, are you going to beat me to death with a piñata stick for entering your territory? I better watch out for Spanish gangs."
"Do you like life, Smythe? Cause if you want to keep yours, I suggest you keep your horse teeth shut."
"Dios mio, how could you say such a thing? Anyways Lopez I better leave you, your dumb blonde girlfriend might get ideas if she sees us. Oh wait, that would be the first time that she's ever actually thought, right?"
Santana could handle being insulted, but dissing Brittany was a complete other story. So she acted like any mature person would have done, she threw her mocha onto his ugly meercat face.
"There you go Smythe, a little taste of Lima Heights for you. I better leave, Richie white boy is going to go crying to his daddy and I don't want to drown in your tears."
The Latina quickly got up, smirking as Sebastian looked shocked and in pain. He was rubbing his eyes and wiping away the drink that had found his home in his nostrils.
The bitch actually threw mocha in his face; she was the only one who ever dared to cross him. Everyone else was afraid of his dad's power, so an idea struck him.
Santana would be the perfect girl!
She got mad at him that was no lie. But she could take his insults and attitude, plus she was undeniably hot. The question was; how would he ever get her to agree? Many people don't say yes when asked to become their enemies knew girlfriends.
Grabbing a napkin on the table he wiped the rest of the mocha off. He needed to go back home and think. There had to be a way.
Silently, the rich warbler left the Lima Bean, the stares of the customers following him out.
Santana Lopez was humming along to 'International Love' when she realized.
Sebastian was perfect.
He was definitely her most hated person, and Brittany knew that. But, since they hated each other so much she couldn't expect him to agree. There was nothing she could think of at the moment, but everyone had something they wanted.
The question was; what did he want? And could she give it to him?
Sighing, the Latina pulled into her driveway; she'd have to talk to him tonight. Kurt had given her his phone number, which he had stolen from Blaine's phone just so she could 'intimidate' him. The plan completely failed and she had just left his number there.
Today there would actually be a use for it.
He had woken up 2 hours prior, and was now replacing his towel with a black (obviously designer) T-shirt, and a green plaid long sleeved shirt.
He dropped his towel on the floor, shuddering from the now cool air reaching him 'down there.' The warblers body was quite toned, and very model-like.
Shrugging on his shirts, he towel dried his hair; leaving it still a bit damp. Finally putting on some Calvin Klein red boxers, and Levi's. The tall teenager smirked at himself; he looked good and ready to go for the day.
Now the only problem was that his head was pounding -he drank way to much vodka last night- and he had lied to his own mother. Sebastian wasn't feeling guilty, he was worried. The rich boy didn't have a girlfriend, yet his mom happened to believe him when he fibbed and said that he did.
But after all he was a Smythe, and they were known to be manipulative and harsh.
Which was completely true.
Departing the bathroom, Sebastian calmly walked down the staircase, towards the front door. He may have looked awake but right now his head hurt, and he was tired. Hopefully today he would find a girlfriend, or rather a 'fake' girlfriend; since he wouldn't actually like her.
"Need coffee." Sebastian grumbled, leaving his hair messy and down. It was Sunday, no school and Blaine wouldn't be at The -utterly disgusting- Lima Bean.
Sebastian only went there to see him, otherwise he would've just stayed in Westerville. But lately, he'd been craving the crap that they called coffee.
So, as he jogged out the door, the warbler realized that he most likely looked like lower class. Except his clothes were designer, and his absolutely beautiful face made him look like he was from a richer family.
Shaking his hair away from his eyes, the snarky high schooler reached his black Asten Martin, and quietly got in. He put on his seatbelt and checked the clock, 10:23 a.m. It wasn't that late for coffee, so Sebastian decided to drive down to the Lima Bean. He really needed some of their sickly coffee right now, and maybe he'd find a girl?
"Santana, its morning. Get up!"
Vivid brown eyes blinked, memorizing where she was, Santana Lopez awoke.
"I am!" she called back, answering her mother. The queen bitch then rubbed her eyes and stood up, shivering a bit at the cold surface called the floor.
She slid over to her bathroom, studying herself a bit. Santana honestly thought that she was okay looking, better then most atleast. Of course she hated that her hair was naturally wavy, not curly, but wavy. Makeup barely did anything to change her appearance, and she preferred lighter hair color's not black. Unlike Quinn she didn't have perfect looks, well according to her. Of course she would never admit it but she was insecure.
"Santana, your father and I are going to grab some files at the work place. You will be alright?" Mrs. Lopez called.
"I'll be fine." Santana replied, attempting to brush her unruly hair.
"Why can't I have straight hair like Brittany?" Santana cried, annoyed with her stupid hair. She then decided to just take a shower, it would be much easier to straighten it afterwards.
She quickly took off her pajamas, admiring her sexy six pack in the mirror.
"I am so hot." whispered the Latina, stepping into the shower.
The teenager hurriedly turned the knob, relaxing in the warm water that was now hitting her tanned body. She squeezed her shampoo out and threaded it through her hair, enjoying the feel of it.
"Time for conditioner." Santana had a habit of talking to herself when she was alone, just like she shifted her feet inwards and looked down when she lied, or like how she bit her lip when turned on. The girl had many habits that even Brittany had disregarded. 5 minutes later, the shower had concluded and the now clean 17 year old was drying her hair. Obviously with a blow dryer. Finally, after drying, brushing, dressing (skinny jeans, low cut black tank top, and cherry red cardigan), straightening, then adding a clip for a half up half down look, Santana Lopez had finished.
Her hair was now glossy, straight and beautiful, adding her makeup on as the finishing touch. Smiling happily, she checked herself out in the mirror once and winked. She was such a hot bitch.
Santana soon departed her bedroom, skipping eating at her house and decided to go to the Lima Bean, alone. She needed to find her most hated person, and that required a somewhat quiet place and being solo. Plus, there was coffee and food there.
The 'queen bitch' was then on her way to the Lima Bean; driving in her family's silver camaro.
Yes, the Lopez's were a rich family who lived in Lima. So what? Her father was a dentist and mother his secretary, they both made quite a lot but didn't want to live in Westerville, with all of the snobs. Santana was thankful, she hated it there.
Soon enough she was singing along to Domino by Jessie J in the car. Hopefully everything would go smoothly and she'd decide on someone.
Sebastian had arrived at the Lima Bean around 10 minutes ago, sipping his utterly horrid coffee and staring at the window.
Blaine and Kurt only showed up on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, occasionally on Saturdays when they felt like it. Yes, Sebastian had memorized their schedule, even though liking Blaine felt like a lost cause.
Which girl should he choose? There were so many in the coffee shop at the moment, and tons outside.
That blonde girl over there looks nice, never mind; that nose belongs to an elephant, the redhead over there-so many freckles. Ew.
The door opened once again, a tinkling sound filling the shop.
Sebastian didn't manage to see the newcomer, but it was a girl. Let's see; nice body, wavy but right now straightened hair, cute style, if only he could see the seemingly perfect girls face. She had a lot of things he wanted in a girl, but he needed some personality and facial looks too.
The girl finally faced him, just as he took another sip. Deep brown eyes met bright green as Santana Lopez and Sebastian Smythe commenced a stare down.
The prideful Latina strut over towards him, taking the seat on his left.
"Gay chipmunk, what are you doing here?" Santana asked, faking kindness.
Sebastian smirked, oh really? "Nothing Lopez, just trying to see how you second class people manage to drink this garbage. Oh wait-sorry for my mistake- you're third class, right?" he asked cheekily, continuing the battle.
"Look twink, I thought after 'Smooth Criminal' we decided to stay on our own sides. You belong in stuck up Westerville with all the preppy gays."
"Oh dear, are you going to beat me to death with a piñata stick for entering your territory? I better watch out for Spanish gangs."
"Do you like life, Smythe? Cause if you want to keep yours, I suggest you keep your horse teeth shut."
"Dios mio, how could you say such a thing? Anyways Lopez I better leave you, your dumb blonde girlfriend might get ideas if she sees us. Oh wait, that would be the first time that she's ever actually thought, right?"
Santana could handle being insulted, but dissing Brittany was a complete other story. So she acted like any mature person would have done, she threw her mocha onto his ugly meercat face.
"There you go Smythe, a little taste of Lima Heights for you. I better leave, Richie white boy is going to go crying to his daddy and I don't want to drown in your tears."
The Latina quickly got up, smirking as Sebastian looked shocked and in pain. He was rubbing his eyes and wiping away the drink that had found his home in his nostrils.
The bitch actually threw mocha in his face; she was the only one who ever dared to cross him. Everyone else was afraid of his dad's power, so an idea struck him.
Santana would be the perfect girl!
She got mad at him that was no lie. But she could take his insults and attitude, plus she was undeniably hot. The question was; how would he ever get her to agree? Many people don't say yes when asked to become their enemies knew girlfriends.
Grabbing a napkin on the table he wiped the rest of the mocha off. He needed to go back home and think. There had to be a way.
Silently, the rich warbler left the Lima Bean, the stares of the customers following him out.
Santana Lopez was humming along to 'International Love' when she realized.
Sebastian was perfect.
He was definitely her most hated person, and Brittany knew that. But, since they hated each other so much she couldn't expect him to agree. There was nothing she could think of at the moment, but everyone had something they wanted.
The question was; what did he want? And could she give it to him?
Sighing, the Latina pulled into her driveway; she'd have to talk to him tonight. Kurt had given her his phone number, which he had stolen from Blaine's phone just so she could 'intimidate' him. The plan completely failed and she had just left his number there.
Today there would actually be a use for it.