The torturous Devil of a Gorgeous girl

Chapter 8: Operation Titanic

As if Fate herself had known who I was looking for, by my locker was the one and only mischief-making boy: Merlin. I walk over and he moves while I get my stuff in and out of my locker, preparing for the lunch battle. I grab my lunch and close my locker. I can tell Merlin is watching me as the hairs on my neck are risen. 'You going to watch me or talk to me, Merlin?'  I say with an underlying tone of sass. He goes bright red and turns away.

'Leave me alone. And anyway, we need to talk. I need your help, everyone respects you and, well, not me.' He states. I look at him with questioning and he notices and takes the hint. He grabs my arm and pulls me out the door to the playground and round the back. 'Ok, if you agree to help, I need you to agree to tell no-one of this. Ok?' 

'Fine. Now why the hell do you need me?' I question. He looks at me with disbelief. I don't quite understand why either. I gesture him to continue, although he doesn't quite get the hint. 'Well, go on.'

'Oh right, sorry. So you know when two people are just made for each other, but they don't notice it. Yeah? Well, we have a bad case of that. I mean really bad. Virtually no-one knows what's good for them. I need your help making the perfect ships happen. You can do that darling, right?' What the hell is a 'ship'. He obviously doesn't mean the boat, like the titanic? I think. 

'One thing, what's a "ship"?' I ask using quotation marks. I'm hoping he doesn't actually mean shipping my friends. No, of course not. Dean isn't your friend though.. not any more.

'Ah, you don't understand that concept. Ship is short for relationship. It's basically when you look at people and decided they're perfect for each other and want them to get together. Like, um... Phan. The youtubers. An OTP is your one true pairing. They are the people you ship the hardest. Understand?' Merlin said with utter confidence, looking smug and proud. 

'Yeah, I think I do anyway. What can I do to help your cause?' I enquire, unsure of my power to do anything like this.

'Well, one of my ships is Destiel. Before you ask, Destiel is the ship of Dean and Castiel. Their ship name is a combination of their names. Like for us, and I don't ship it, the ship name would be would be Carlin.' He explains. 

'Whoa, Castiel hates Dean. It's impossible. I don't see how they're perfect. I mean Cas is so quiet and shy whereas Dean is out there, he's a jock.' I reply. 

'That's your job, with ease, you should be able to get them to find their feelings for each other. Let's call it Mission... No, Operation Titanic. Hmm, I like that.' He says delighted. Well, I have a fun job. Operation Titanic, let's hope it doesn't sink.