•Dean's POV•
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September 20, 2014
Monday, 8:41 a.m.
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I've been at school for exactly one minute and I'm already losing my mind.
Am I even ready for grade twelve? Senior goddamn prom? I mean, grade twelve. I'm finally the oldest in the school!
Mind you, if I'm what the freshmen have to look up to, they're going to have an interesting year.
"Welcome, seniors," my homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhang, addressed the class, "Before we start with your schedules, we have a new student in our school - Castiel."
I glanced around the class. Some faces I vaguely recognized, some I knew, and one of them belonged to my best friend ever, Charlie. But then there was one face I didn't recognize at all:
The new girl.
"Hi," she waved politely; the sweetest, most inviting smile on her pretty face, "I'm Castiel, so...yeah."
She's said five words and I'm already in love!
"Do you want to come up and tell us about yourself? We've got time to waste," Ms. Zhang asked. She nodded eagerly and jumped up from her desk, skipping to the front of the class. As I watched her go up, I could think one thing and one thing only:
Nice ass!
"So, as I've said 14,000 times, I'm Castiel," she giggled, "I just moved here from Miami, and--"
"Miami?! Guess that's why you're so hot!" one of the jock boys - Ian - yelled from the back of class, earning him a high-five from his friend.
I wanted to smack that disgusting little smirk right off his dirty mouth. My girl! Mine! You don't talk to her like that!
"I'm flattered," Castiel smiled, clearly not bothered in the slightest, "Anyway, that's me!"
Many of Ian's friends wolf-whistled or cat-called as she got back to her seat, but she didn't seem bothered by it at all. "Okay, boys, calm down," Ms. Zhang ordered. I wasn't sure if she was talking to us or our dicks!
"Let me give you your schedules..."
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Thank the merciful great Gods above, I got three of four periods with Castiel. I get to sit through Science, French, and Math doing nothing but stare at that fallen angel.
She gave another introduction at the beginning of French class: "Bonjour, je m'appelle Castiel, et...oui! Salut!"
Yet again I was hit right in the heart by her French accent. I thought I'd hate a fourth year in French Immersion, but if she's here...I think I'll be okay.
She sat down in front of me, leaning back in her chair like she owns the place. And in my eyes, she does. All bow to queen sexy!
I need to stop...I haven't been this in love with anyone ever, especially not someone I just saw today! I haven't even spoken to her!
Time to change that.
"Hey," I tapped her on the shoulder, "Hey, new girl!"
She turned and faced me, "Hey, mister. What can I do you for?"
You can do me for anything, I thought with an internal laugh. She's even prettier up close - pixie cut, blue eyes, expertly done makeup... "Just wanted to say welcome to Truman High!"
Castiel smiled sweetly, "Why, thank you! I'll be honest, at first I thought you were gonna be the 17th person to hit on me."
"Sixteen people have hit on you? We're a quarter way through first period!" I exclaimed, "That's insane!"
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