Out of The Darkness

Who's That Girl?

Dean

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I gazed up and down the hallway. She was there again. Hiding at her locker, her beautiful dark curls shaping around her face. Sky blue eyes shown deep beyond that boundary along with a soft small frown. She never talked, her form almost like a ghost. Every boy flocked her for her beauty and intelligence. She was clearly annoyed and hurt but no one cared about her feelings, they just tried to impress her.

I caught a glimpse through the crowd of people but when the next wave, the group of band geeks, went past and disappeared, she wasn't there...

I strained my eyes to see where she went and I caught sight of her turning a corner, her pace quick, as a group of the stupid jocks followed her, trying the 'sweet talk' method of flirting.

I shook my head. "They'll never learn will they..?" I turned back to Garth, one of my only friends who I actually trust. I am a jock though. Major on the football team, many friends, well-liked by teachers.

"No I suppose not. She's pretty but not their type. Everyone's a buzz around her, Dean. And you of all people do not stand a chance. You'd just flirt her to death." Garth laughed, tossing his head to move his brown hair from his face.

"Hey! I am pretty capable of feelings!" I retorted, smirking.

"Yeah but when you flirt you get laid! That's all you do! I'm surprised half the girls in the school aren't pregnant."

"OKAY that's not funny. I've only gotten laid twice...in this town but whatever Garth!" I said and turned, staring to walk to my class. School was almost over and science was my last class before the final bell rang.

Garth was on my heels as we walked swiftly down the hallways, my backpack fitting snug over my shoulders. We got to class with
Mrs. Barlies and slid into a random seat near the back. I smiled, seeing the familiar black curls in the very front row. There were now three boys sitting near her, running their mouths about how many yards they ran or how strong they are.

A wad of crumpled paper hit the side of my head and I instinctively glared at Garth. I chuckled then rolled my eyes as the teacher started instructing.

The lights flicker off and a slid show was projected onto a screen. "Genetics are an important part of science. They help us determine many things such as what offspring will look like and the heredity they will carry..."

I payed attention and took notes basically the whole time but I couldn't seem to grasp what Heterozygous and Homozygous and all that shit meant.

After class I started to pack up and I heard a voice from the front of the room. "Dean Winchester." Mrs. Barlies beckoned with her hand.

I strutted up to the front of the class and everyone had left except Garth who looked at me with a concerned glance then departed.

"I saw you looking very confused today. Is there anything I can assist you with?" The old teacher asked kindly.

"Uh no I-I think I got it."

"Tutors are available also, Dean, if you are interested. That might help and who knows, you could find a friend."

"I have friends thank you very much. Like I said I'm alright." Was she trying to piss me off? I have Garth and others. And a brother whom I need to get home to.

"Alright. If you need anything I'll be here with a tutor I could assign you to." Mrs. Barlies gave me a final nod before I grabbed bag and left, trudging out the door.

I looked through the glass doors and scrunched his eye brows. It was freakin raining as hard as a waterfall. Groaning, I swung out my backpack and unzipped it. I pulled out a navy blue umbrella and went into the foyer.

As soon at I push the door open, I click the button and it went up. I locked it into place and started to walk. I rounded a corner and stopped dead.

The girl with the blue eyes was waking ahead with a tan trench coat wrapped tightly around her. She was already soaked. My urge to talk to her quickened. I walked faster to catch up.

I put the umbrella over her head first and I walked outside of it, getting hella wet. She wildly looked up, afraid that something was happening. I held the umbrella to her hand and she grasped it, looking up at me with soft blue eyes with the words 'thanks' written all over them.

What did I do then? I simply nodded and walked away. I exchanged no words with her even though I was highly tempted. Wrapping my jacket closer to my body I started to jog towards my car.

The black '67 Chevy Impala laid in its parking spot, speckled with rain drops. I slid into the drivers seat and ignited the engine.

Once I rose above the noise and confusion...

The radio clicked on with Kansas playing through the speakers. I rolled my eyes and pulled out, driving along the wet, flooding road.

Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done! Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more!

I sang along loudly, using the steering wheel as a drum set and my hands as the drumsticks.

I pulled into the drive way and up the steps.

"Sammy! I'm hooooome!" I called into the house, shutting the door behind me.