☆WRITTEN IN OCTOBER OF 2018☆

So I wrote this dumb thing because I was jamming to this old song (I attached it at the top, there) and I got some lame ass "high school" idea while I was working out and had nothing to do after studying but write something on my phone. Anyway, unsurprisingly, it was about ughhhhhhhhghh Sebastian, who I claim to hate but, as is true with Light Yagami, actually probably like solely because they're fucked Up/evil.

So, here goes. Basically what happens is simple: You guys gotta keep your interest for each other on the DL, because well, you DO hate him. Or, you used to.

{{Lines indicate time skips.}}

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"Hey! Hey! Heyyy {Y/N}!" You groaned, stalking ahead more quickly, clutching your books towards you with a greater sense of security. A hand fell on your shoulder, yanking you back, effectively stopping your quest for flight. "What, are you ignoring me now?"

"No, Lizzie. I'm not."

"She is."

"Shut up, Ciel." You rolled your eyes as your friend, your chipper, hyperactive best friend defended her boyfriend. They were the school's golden couple, Weston's Most Likely to Get Married. He wasn't offended. Not at all.

"Anyway, do you have a date to prom?" You didn't even have to turn around to see Ciel smirk.

"I told you already. I'm not going."

"But you've gotten asked by like three people the week! Edward and Soma and even that quiet nerd with the glasses asked you!" She started to pout. "Not that I really can put it past you for rejecting my brother, it's your choice, but it would be so amazing to have you as a sister in law."

"Will would've been preferable." You sighed, finding some dumb excuse to appease the sister of someone you considered to be an irritating snob. "He's got...black hair. I like that sort of thing."

"Have you thought about asking Sebastian? I don't think he's going to ask anyone on his own." Ciel broke in. "He's got black hair." His nonchalance seemed forced.

"What?!??" You halted, almost dropping your homework, textbooks and numerous pencils all over the floor. It'd be a terrible ordeal to clean them up in the overcrowded hallways, especially now that classes were ending. Soon, your relatively isolated footpath would be flooded with freshmen, leaving your solitude permanently shattered. "Why would I ask him? I think he's-"

"Yeah. We know." Ciel waved his hand. "You hate him." He grinned. "You're in the minority there, though. Everyone likes him."

You scoffed. "Yeah, every girl."

"You forgot to mention-" Lizzie interjected.

"Grelle's basically a girl anyway." Her boyfriend cut her off. "Come on, let's get to Algebra."

You were glad they were in a different period than you. Though, in spite of that being comforting, you still had class with something, or rather someone you claimed to hate more than math itself.

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You knew exactly where he was from the gaggle of young women surrounding him. You couldn't see him, but you didn't care.

You had to act like you still hated him. You were a woman of your word. At least, you tried to be.

"{Y/N}! A boy with shaggy brown hair waved to you from across the room. You smiled. "Come over here! Sit with me today!"

"Hey, Fred!" You agreed, walking over and pulling up a seat next to him. "What's up?"

"I heard you're not going to prom. Why?"

Someone else heard you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sebastian smile softly. One of his nearby groupies thought it was because of her. You liked that particular admirer enough, so you allowed it. What other choice did you really have anyway? "Hey, uh...{Y/N}?" You weren't listening.

"Oh! What?" You blinked.

"What were you thinking about?"

You blushed. "Nothing, Abberline."

"Aw! You only use my last name like that when you're mad at me!" He smiled, in spite of his dejection. He was clearly excited about something. "You don't wanna maybe go with...uh..." He was cute. You'd give him that. "Me?"

You smiled as well. He was nice, too. Sweet guy. Honest. Refreshing. Yet, strong in a protective, paternal sort of way. He'd make a great cop. "Nah, man. I've got plans." You reached out and laid your hand over his before play-punching his arm. He winced. "Why don't you ask Maria?"

One girl (other than you) remained un-clustered around the ever growing group of teenagers forever beset by adoration of Sebastian Michaelis. You wanted to roll your eyes. What was his deal? What made him so cool?

She waved to you. You called her over. Within a few minutes, you'd secured a 'yes' from both of them. With another successful coupling added to your repertoire, you bent over to struggle trough your last essay of the day.

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You yawned, finally shirking your uniform for your normal, preferably comfortable clothing. With a long, soft shirt and cotton shorts on, you slipped underneath a down comforter decorated with Harry Potter {Your House ~ Mine's Slytherin, though I do have a Gryffindor comforter (￣∀￣)} stripes. You were content to finally finish your favourite show, now that practice was over and all your schoolwork was done. With a sip of {Favourite Drink} and a click of a remote, you relaxed into your bed, before you heard a loud, irritating chime.

You all but growled as you begrudgingly returned to the real, less blissful world around you.

You stomped down the front staircase, turned a corner and yanked open your front door.

"Hey, Sebastian." Your face was definitely a certain shade of red then. "Come in."

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"Are we going to talk about it?"

"Nope." You shot back.

"But we're not exactly enemies anymore are we?"

Your current position indicated that he was correct. You snatched your hand away. "You never considered me an enemy. I just hated you."

"You don't hate me."

You laughed, but it wasn't really the high, cold villainous one you were hoping for. "I DO hate you."

He pulled you closer towards him. You shut off the end of the show, preserving the sanctity of that episode's denouement, before he replied. It was the last thing he said. You couldn't talk much after that.

"No you don't."

He was right. You couldn't hate him, not anymore. You almost told him that, then, that you might actually love him, but you were too stubborn, too proud, and too nervous. He was far more revered than you were, but it was only because you didn't pander to fools like he always had.

At least, not yet. That would change. It would begin, funnily enough, on a rather cliché evening, the token right of passage for all high schoolers, or so they say. Still, it would be one that you definitely wouldn't forget.

You didn't plan on going to prom, but you'd be more than glad you did the next day.

Suddenly, something happened you weren't expecting. you didn't know why or even how you thought what you did in that moment. It was as though someone else had thought it for you. It felt like divine providence, like an unseen force had whispered something prophetic in your ear. You thought you were crazy for a second, but hey, you were swept up in something else for a change.

By this time next year, your whole world will have changed.

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"So, this one?" You exhaled. "Or...this one? OR-"

"They all look beautiful. Come on {Y/N}!" You glared at him, leaning back against the wall behind your bed as you tried on dress after dress, some of them your mom's old ones. You really wanted to look good for...you weren't sure you were set on impressing most. You sighed, tossing a dark blue one beside him, to which he responded by poking it apathetically with his foot. "Are you nervous?"

"What?! Of corse not, Sebastian! I'm never-"

He stood up. You stopped talking. "You are." He crossed his arms. "What for?" He actually looked scary, like if you didn't do what he said, you'd be in for it. You raised an eyebrow. That wasn't new, but you'd never been afraid of him before. You weren't scared of anything or anyone. That was exactly what you were going to tell him before he cut you off. Rude.

"Don't be." He softened, striding forward, pointing to a dark, almost black dress, one you thought was a little too revealing. You hated showing off what was actually a pretty rockin' body, but hey, to each their own, right? "Wear that one."

"It's way too tight! It's not my style."

"Modesty suits you, but it is your junior prom. Don't you want to make it special?"

"I'm not trying to show anyone up." Your remark felt like a lie, but you got over it quickly as you placed your hand in Sebastian's, interlocking your fingers with his. "Oh. You took off your stupid emo nail polish! Finally." You grinned. 

"It's not stupid." He didn't.

You kissed him, briefly, before breaking away to make fun of him again. "It was" another break in conversation. "And it is." You pulled away and smiled. "It always will be. I hate it and I hate yo-"

He stopped you. You didn't fight back. Instead, you wrapped your hands in his hair, as he pulled you closer to him. You were afraid, but you weren't scared of him. You were terrified of what would happen, what people would say when he waltzed into the ballroom of the Phantomhive's hotel with you on his arm. Ciel's father organised dance to be held there, and everyone was really stoked. Still, even though Ceil was your friend, and you'd been to Phantomhive Manor a thousand times, that didn't make you feel any better.

In fact, what worried you the most was scorn. Everyone liked him, liked Sebastian, and you didn't. Or, you used to feel that way. You weren't sure why you hated him to begin with, but you eventually rationalised that it was because you'd always been a terrible contrarian. You lived for being the only exception to any social standard. You couldn't like the same person everyone else did. Furthermore, your chances of actually having any type of relationship with someone so cool were low, and that was probably the real reason why you had to hate him. You were protecting yourself.

Too bad it didn't work. You hid from everyone, hid from your feelings, and you'd done so for as long as you could remember. Now, that wasn't possible any longer.

"I love you, {Y/N}."

He'd said it before, the last time you were in that giant, ostentatious lodge together. He was helping Lizzie and Ciel with something, and once they left, it started up again.

You'd been secretly (you'd die before calling it 'dating'...so whatever one would call it) for months. Almost a year had gone by, and you never replied earnestly to what he'd told you more than once, and showed you in more than one way.

"Fine!" You surrendered, yanking him down towards you using the stupid tie he never took off, even when it wasn't required of him to wear a uniform. "I love you, too, Sebastian."

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"It's not too late to turn around." You sat with your legs tucked under you, perched anxiously in the backseat of a limo. It was a nice place for disquietude. Fancy upholstery covered the seats around you, and little lights that looked like stars dotted the underside of the roof. All around you, the music of the night you'd never forget blasted, and the rancour of happy students in the most upscale locality in town rang out.

"Never." Sebastian took your hand. "There's no going back now." You held your breath as you nodded. "You know, I really love that dress on you." You'd finally relented, agreed to wear the sleek, raven evening gown he'd been so keen on. You looked down. You still thought it was too showy. You tried to cover your chest, which was far more visible than not.

"I bet you do." He rolled his eyes. "I still hate it, and I hate..." you smiled. "Okay. Fine. I don't hate you." The door swung open. "Though, I'm sure most of the female population of this school will hate me come tomorrow."

He shook his head, laughing as his hair fell in his face. You cursed yourself. He was attractive. You could see why everyone was so crazy about him just by that alone. Whatever happened to fierce restitution? He stood up, and pulled you beside him; his arm encircled your waist.

"Let them." You felt better before he even said it. "I love you, {Y/N}." He turned to look at you, and you wondered how you ever believed you could feel anything other than the same exact thing. "I don't care what anyone else thinks."

You stopped, facing him directly. You knew, soon enough, your secret would come out.

"Do you want to know what I think, Sebastian?" He nodded.

"I think..." you held his hand like you did that night, in your room. Something about this didn't make sense. All at once, you felt sad. "You're stupid."

"Why?" Your emotions betrayed you. You actually began to tear up. He reached out to stroke your face, at a loss for what had made you feel that way. "Why are you crying?" He didn't care that you insulted him.

"How could someone like you ever love someone like me?"

He looked hurt, almost shocked.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard anyone say." He stepped forward, pulling you along. "If I have to spend the rest of my days convincing you to see yourself the way I do, then so be it." He stopped. Before you, your two best friends stood, one far less surprised than the other. Your despondency evaporated.

"{Y/N}! Sebastian!" Lizzie raced forward. "I thought...I thought...."

"So this is why neither of you wanted to come?" Ciel seemed almost bored. "You made other plans together?" He only just then noticed your outfit "Oh." He coughed. "How scandalous." He wasn't talking about your little secret affair with the person beside you, though he played it off like he was, very sarcastically.

"I thought you hated him." Lizzie didn't notice.

"Yes, {Y/N}" You felt a hand on the small of your back. "I thought you hated me."

You swirled around and corrected him. "I used to." You turned back around, facing your friends hand in hand. "I don't anymore."

The four of you smiled before heading on together. Not one person didn't stop and stare. You were glad you came after all, and you were more than glad you'd changed your mind about following the crowd, but you didn't just like Sebastian. You didn't simply admire him obsessively like they did.

You loved him.

And he loved you, too. Soon enough, you'd find out exactly how much. It would be more than you could ever have hoped for, and you'd be more than skeptical when he did just what he said, when he did everything he could to make you see yourself through his eyes. He was a man of his word as well.

You'd come to love yourself in a whole new way, and you'd carry that new confidence with you for the rest of your days, the grand majority of which you'd spend together.

Weston High would have a new golden couple by the end of the following year; Ciel and Lizzie's subsequent victory for the superlative of Most Likely to get Married would be a misnomer.

You'd beat them to it, and that was something nobody, not even you, ever expected. Well, at least not at first. You couldn't be happier if you tried. Everything was perfect.

Even so, there was still one thing you couldn't ever really explain. You kept thinking back to that night you spent alone together, casually watching television in your room, when you heard a nearly provincial statement knell from almost nowhere.  Perhaps -and you felt more than stupid for even thinking this- it was the contents of your heart, voicing for themselves what your mind couldn't. Or maybe, just maybe, there was a whole different side to Sebastian Michaelis you knew nothing about, one you wanted to understand more than anything else.

By this time next year, your whole world will have changed.

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Yayyyy! I hope that was interesting enough. I had a difficult time figuring out were to end it, but I think it worked! I wanted to make him as non-demonic as possible, so like, Ciel's Dad's aight, he owns a hotel, no contract/weird bond/servants dynamic with Sebastian, etc. Still, the little maxim that you heard was meant to be a little *wink wink nod nod elbow elbow* that he's still got something goin' on in the mystery department. He is an enigma.

Lemme know what you think. If you think this was sorta sappy, then yes, you are correct. Even so, though it's rather embarrassing, I actually like that sometimes. I'm not that heartless. Mostly.

Okay! Well, that wraps up this additional commentary. Let me know if anyone has any requests or anything!

Thanks dudes,
~ Britt