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His aunt was evil. Not only did she lock her own nephew out of the house, but she was also forcing him to make more new friends, specifically with Toby Knight, in order to get his house keys back. Yes. Somehow, Police Detective Lucia Torres managed to pickpocket Sebastian’s house keys. Evil. Well, at least she brought his sleeping bag inside the house and gave him his skateboard before locking him out.
After getting Toby’s phone number from his aunt, who got it from Toby’s mom, Sebastian begrudgingly sent a text that said he had a day off from his part-time job, and asked to bring a basketball for the game they would finally do. So, Seb waited, skated on one half of the outdoor basketball court to occupy his time, until Toby was free from his girlfriend or whatever— and the hangout actually turned out to be pleasant, even though Toby was irritatingly nice. Although, he was a bit more tolerable than his little brother Zander.
And somehow during the hangout, the young skateboarder was convinced to really consider joining the basketball team this time. It was after Seb explained why he was stubborn in the first place; Toby asked why and would probably annoy him with the question again later if Seb didn’t answer. The Knight guy didn’t seem like someone who’d judge harshly. He actually listened, and Seb listened back to whatever Toby wanted to get out of his chest while they played.
Seb never actually told the Misfits about it—well, he had hinted it to Ash on Twitter DMs but left out the details. How he caused a disruption in his previous school’s tryouts, was banned from joining other sports teams and school clubs there and was almost expelled. Westbrook High wasn’t his old school, Seb understood. Thinking he would screw up again in his new home had him feeling quietly anxious. And he was tired of feeling that way, especially from something he knew he wanted to do. He enjoyed making coffee drinks and hanging out with his friends at the cafe, but just being a skateboarding barista wasn’t fulfilling to him anymore.
Sebastian didn’t do much for Spirit Week. He definitely didn’t dress up for the “Wild West” theme. Today, he walked to his locker wearing a plain zipped up hoodie with just the inside being yellow. Just a small effort for him to try getting into the school spirit, without looking as ridiculous as the face-painted guy that pranced past him down the hall a moment ago.
Students in the school’s sports teams were supposed to wear their jerseys. Seb didn’t have the Westbrook basketball jersey or a letterman jacket. He wasn’t sure if he made it or not after signing up for tryouts at the last minute, and the entire week had been hell since Monday. He’d gone to work at Sleeping Hedgehog Cafe exhausted, enduring three hours in a sore body. He couldn’t even ride his skateboard to school; he just carried it around like now.
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