Dean's POV
"Score!" I exclaimed as my paper football hit the back of my friend's head.
Crowley, my best friend, turned around and glared at me. "Dean!" He snarled, his Scottish accent showing slightly. He picked up the paper football and threw it back at me. But me, being awesome, ducked. Unfortunately, the paper football hit my "girlfriend", Lisa, in the back of the head.
Lisa, mimicking Crowley, turned from her "friends" to glare at me. "Dean!" She yelled. "Why would you throw this stupid piece of paper at me?! I am your girlfriend! You are supposed to treat me with respect!"
I rolled my eyes, but leaned over and kissed her cheek anyway, mumbling a "sorry" in a sarcastic tone. Of course, she didn't catch the undertone and smiled from ear-to-ear and kissed me full on the lips, sticking her tongue down my throat. Don't get me wrong, Lisa knows what she's doing when we have sex and she's good at it, but she's clingy, forceful, and I'm one hundred percent sure that I'm breaking up with her tomorrow morning.
I pulled away quickly, wiping at the red lipstick stain that was probably on my lips. Crowley and Alastair, my "friends", were smirking at me and making kissy faces. Rolling my eyes, I turned away from Lisa, who went back to talking with those bitches who she calls friends.
After a few seconds of silence, which I couldn't stand, I picked up the paper football and threw it at Crowley again. Then it became an all-out paper football game between Crowley, Alastair, and I. The game went on for a few minutes, before I just started throwing paper balls at everybody in the room. I got some glares, snickers, and high-fives from my friends. Right when I threw a paper ball to Kevin Tran, the most nerdiest nerd ever, the door opened and Mr. Novak, our history teacher, walked in and the paper ball hit him.
The room went dead silence as the paper ball hit Mr. Novak's chest and then fell to the ground. Mr. Novak's cold expression hardened and he reached down to pick up the ball. When it was in his hand, he looked at the class and said coldly, "Who threw that?"
Everyone held their breath as Mr. Novak's cold, beautiful, blue eyes scanned the room, looking at each of us individually.
Of course, I was grinning when Mr. Novak looked at me and I could tell he instantly knew it was I who threw the paper ball.
"Mr. Winchester," Mr. Novak snarled, "did you throw this paper ball?" His voice was cold and hard, like usual, and he glared at me with his ocean blue eyes.
Still grinning, I shook my head. "Nope!" I said happily, popping the "p."
Mr. Novak was still glaring at me as he threw the paper ball in the trash can. After that, he walked to his desk, rearranged some papers, then turned to the white board and erased the World War II notes from yesterday. I looked at his ravishing ass as he did so.
Now let's get something straight: I'm not. I'm bisexual, liking both guys and girls. And everyone in the schools knows it. I've slept with the most guys and girls than anyone before. I know, I know, best record ever. And I'm fucking proud of it.
I'm also very lucky to have Mr. Novak as my history teacher. Don't get me wrong, he's strict and terrible, but he's extremely handsome and has a nice ass. I would so not mind getting any of that.
To my dismay, Mr. Novak turned around and asked us what caused World War II. After that, I tuned him out until I got bored.
When I get bored, I tend to do crazy things. In Mr. Novak's class, I do even crazier things.
So, being bored, I started ripping out pieces of paper and making paper airplanes and throwing them around the room. Then, I started throwing erasers at Mr. Novak and everyone else. After that, I mass-texted everyone a picture of my shoes. (Why? I don't know, seemed fun.)
Mr. Novak got fed up quickly.
He glared at me and said, "Mr. Winchester, detention for one week, after school, my classroom, three hours."
I smirked and leaned back in my chair.
I was totally looking forward to detention.
