Dean's POV
The next day in history, Mr. Novak barely even looked at me. The only time he even remotely talked to me was when he called my name during roll. Then he ignored me for the rest of class. I even tried to get his attention by throwing paper balls. I mean, sure, my aim was off, but I mostly hit his back.
He ignored me even more!
What the fuck is even happening?
I mean, yesterday we talked about us and we became a thing, and now he's downright ignoring me like I'm thin air!
Halfway through class, I finally gave up trying to get Mr. Novak's attention and leaned back into my seat, crossing my arms over my chest and pouting angrily.
I felt a sharp poke in my side and looked to my right. Crowley was looking at me in confusion and I mouthed "what" at him.
Crowley shrugged and whispered, "You tell me." He leaned back in his seat and looked at me.
I sighed and looked out the window. Maybe I'm overthinking this entire thing. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe Mr. Novak doesn't want to give any little hints or shit to the class or something like that. Maybe it's-
Maybe it's something huge. Or terrible. What if he wants to break it off? No. He wouldn't do that. We literally just got together yesterday! How could anything change overnight? Did he realize that he doesn't want to have a thing with his student? Maybe he's afraid of somebody finding out. Who's gonna find out though? It's not like we're gonna tell anyone. Only idiots do that.
I sighed again and looked at the clock. Great. Another fifteen minutes until class is over and then detention with Mr. Novak for three hours. I would usually be excited to stay with him, but not if he's ignoring me.
For the next fifteen minutes, I zoned out everything that Mr. Novak said. And he didn't call me out on it once. Not. Even. Once!
Okay, now I'm over-exaggerating this. It's probably nothing. Mr. Novak is all about caution.
The bell rang then and I glanced up as everyone shuffled out of the classroom. Crowley and Alastair shot me confused looks but waved and left with everyone else.
And then I was left alone with Mr. Novak.
I'd so be taking advantage of being alone with him. But...he's just sitting at his desk, not even acknowledging that I'm there.
I stood up and walked to Mr. Novak's desk, suddenly extremely angry. "Mr. Novak," I said angrily. He looked up at me from grading papers. "Why have you been ignoring me the entire class period?" I crossed my arms. "Especially after last night!"
Mr. Novak sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Mr. Winchester," something's wrong, "I assure you that I was not ignoring you."
I leaned my hands against his desk and glared at him. "Yes you were," I insisted. "You were ignoring me and you just called me 'Mr. Winchester' when you usually just call me by my name!"
Mr. Novak sighed again and stood up. "Dean, there is nothing wrong," he said, "if that's what you're thinking."
I stared at him in disbelief. "You're kidding me," I said, deadpan. "There is obviously something wrong! Tell me."
"Dean, you're acting immature," Mr. Novak said, walking over to me. He placed one hand under my chin and lifted so I would look up at him. His blue eyes were kind and beautiful as always and his smile was soft. "There's nothing wrong." He kissed my lips softly and pulled back. "I promise."
For the rest of detention, Mr. Novak and I just made out. And did other things that I'm not going to mention right now. Probably later on.
Right when I was about to leave for detention, Mr. Novak hugged me to his chest and whispered, "Tomorrow is your last day of detention."
I pulled back and looked up at him in confusion. "I thought I had another week," I said.
Mr. Novak nodded, smirking evilly. "Tomorrow is your last day of detention of innocence," he said roughly.
My cheeks flared red and stumbled over my words. "Y-yeah," I stuttered, "to-tomorrow." I quickly left the room, my cheeks burning hotly and my hand clutching my backpack strap. I grinned to myself.
'I can't wait for tomorrow.'
