Mr. Novak’s POV
"When will you ever learn, Mr. Winchester?" I asked while wiping down the board from today's class.
"I don't know, Mr. Novak," Dean said, putting emphasis on my last name, "Why don't you make me learn?"
As I turned around, he slowly put his leg up on his desk.
"Leg down, Dean." My voice, quieter than usual. I saw him smirk.
He sighed heavily, "If you insist."
He pulled out his phone. "Dean." I slowly walked toward him. "You know you can't use your phone during detention."
"I was telling my little bro that I have detention." He stuffed his phone back into his pocket. "And you know I take care of him, so I have to tell him things like that," he said, looking me straight in the eye.
"I understand. Except I'm on the opposite side of the spectrum in that situation. I'm the little brother." I leaned on the desk in front of him.
He sat up and rested his head on his arm. "Oh. That's cool I guess. I see you as more of the big brother type though."
I shook my head and walked back to my desk. "Nope. That'd be my brother, Lucifer."
"Woah. Your big brother is Satan?" He asked with a fake concern in his voice.
I chuckled. "No, Dean. He was named that because of the meaning. 'The Bringer of Light'." I sat down and got comfortable in my chair.
"That's actually pretty interesting."
"Yeah. I guess." I shrugged and started looking through some papers on my desk.
There was silence for a long time, until I cleared my throat and asked, "Dean... so why do you really act up in my class so much?"
He shrugged and looked at his desk. "I act up in all my classes, just most in your's."
"Why though? I want to understand you." I walked over to him and sat in the desk next to his.
"I honestly don't know, Mr. Novak. I have a lot going on outside of school, then I just wanna come here and have a chill time just messing around."
I sighed. "You have so much potential to do better though, Dean. I truly believe you do. I just wish you could see yourself the way I do."
"How do you see me?" He looked at me the eye.
I collected my thoughts for a moment. "I see you as an important, kind, genuine person, that could have so much going for them... but I don't think this person believes in themselves the way I do."
He looked at the floor and I swore I could've saw his face turn a bit red. "No one has ever really told me that, sir. All people see me for is my looks, like my 'girlfriend.' All she wants is to make out and have sex. She uses me as a visual aspect for herself. But, yeah. I don't really believe in myself. I've never really been important to anyone, and no one has told me that I'm of significance to them, other than to get me to do them."
I stared for a second. "You are important though, Dean. I'm not lying. And you should probably give relationships a break for awhile if it's really going that bad for you."
He seemed taken aback. "Why did I just open up to you? I never do that... I don't like showing emotion. It'd change the way people think of me."
I raised an eyebrow. "Why do you care what people think about you?"
If I really had to describe him, I'd list so many things including; cute, cocky, a really big tease, and so on, and so forth.
"I don't know. I just do." There was silence for a couple seconds. "What was your high school years like, Mr. Novak?"
"Well. I focused on academics more than relationships. Of course I had friends, the occasional special someone, and normal high school drama, but nothing really special."
He laughed. "I'm surprised the girls and guys didn't flock to you."
I shrugged. "Some did. I didn't have as many guys as I did girls, but still."
"Wait... you had boyfriends, Mr. Novak?"
"Yeah. I thought everyone knew that." I stood up. "Now you know." I smiled and clapped his shoulder. "It's time for you to go home."
He looked at the clock that read 6:45PM. "Oh." He stood up and headed to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Novak."
"Goodbye, Mr. Winchester."
