"Cas. Talk to me." Dean pleaded. I smiled on the inside. He really wanted me to talk to him. It's weird honestly. No one really ties to get me to talk to them or pleads to get me to talk. Don't get me wrong, my friends are great people and I love them to death.. It's just... They move on after a while to someone else who will engage into the conversation.
I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and breath next to my ear ripping me from my pity session.
"Come on Cassie. Talk to me. I know you want too." I shivered at Dean's words. That was hot. That was so hot and now... my face is probably red as a tomato (i AlMoSt PuT PoTaTo ).
"Ohkay! Ohkay! You win." I grumbled "I'll talk." Turning around I saw the happiness and excitement in his beautiful green eyes.
"Uhm... Cas?" My friend, Charlie, questioned and looked up at Dean. "You got him to ... Actually give up and talk? Damn, I've been trying for years to do that!" Charlie yelled. Not in anger but in complete surprise.
"Oh worship thy master!" She said laughing.
"Cas that reminds me! I gotta tell you something." Dean took my hand and pushed me into the janitors closet.
"Yes?" I tilted my head to the side.
"Did you see that girl? With the long brown hair?" Dean smiled.
"Lisa?" I asked, still not knowing what this is all about.
"Lisa? Yeah! Her! I think... I think... I kinda like her." My eyes widened at the comment. Oh.... Oh... How stupid I was. He wasn't gay. He likes girls... Ouch.
"O-oh? W-well she's really pretty." I felt tears brim up. Don't cry, don't cry. I just met this guy and I want to cry? Well it makes sense.. I'm nothing important. I'm stupid for even thinking I had a chance with him. Him! Of all people! He was a model and I was a hobo. I looked like one. Probably even smelled like one.
"Well then go after her. I'm sure you'll get her. " And with that I ran into the bathroom and cried. And cried. And what? Cried...
