How deep is your love? (destiel)

Highschool Drama and Hot girls?

Deans POV:

Finally! School was almost done and graduation was just around the corner. Which, I wouldn't be attending, then there's senior ditch day where we all go to a house party at Benny's place, and -

"Dean!"

I looked over my shoulder to see my girlfriend, Lisa, come bouncing towards me. I rolled my eyes and huffed. Sure she was smoking hot but a little too preppy for my liking.

"Heyyy Lisa." I said as I hugged her and gave her a little peck on the cheek.

"Oh Dean! I cannot wait for prom! Aren't you excited? The gowns, the crowning, the speech, the tears, the -"

Prom. I forgot about prom.
"Lisa."

"Hmm?" She asked looking up at me.

"Ahh, I'm not so sure I'm going to prom."

"Wha - ? What? But Dean, it's a once in a lifetime thing!"

"I know baby but, I've got Sammy to take care of and a whole lotta things to do."

"Dean..."

I rolled my eyes, she always begged until I cracked. It was beginning to get annoying now.

"Fine! I'll look into it, but I'm not making any promises Lisa!"

She jumped up clapping her hands together then hugged me.

"Yay! Don't worry Dean you won't regret it! Oh, I might be late to class, gotta dash!"

She stood on her tip toes and pecked my cheek. After that she ran down the hallway to her next class waving bye as she opened the door. Just after that, the second bell rang, which meant I was late, again.

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"Why hello Mr. Winchester. Care to explain to me why you're late, again?"

I rolled my eyes as I turned around to face him.

"I don't know, I was with my girlfriend? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Yes Mr.Winchester."

"Well then there ya have it."

"See me after class, Mr.Winchester."

I sat down in my chair as the teacher stood quietly then went over to his desk to get a piece of chalk and wrote equations on the board.
I heard a few whispers here and there but nothing new.
As soon as I knew it class was over as soon as it began.
Everyone quickly packed up their things and left to their next class. While I, Dean Winchester was held back by Mr. Ferguson (otherwise known as the king of hell for being a bitch).
I slowly got up from my seat as Mr. Ferguson looked through some tests at his desk.

"Ah, Mr.Winchester, let's have a little chat shall we?"

"Sure." I said with a little sarcasm and bitch face to hint him something.

"Listen, it seems that you might be having problems..at home?"

"Wha-? What the hell do you know?!"

"Mr.Winchester, I can read everyone like a book."

"Whatever." I mumble under my breath, "What's going on in my life shouldn't concern yours."

"That's my reason Mr. Winchester, it doesn't concern me, it should concern you."

"Oh for cryin' out loud! It's Dean! Not 'Mr.Winchester'! Dean! D-E-A-N. Got it? And why the hell should I be concerned about this?"

"Well, Dean, it seems you might not graduate if you don't pass these final exams."

I was in shock, I thought this was an easy ride. It is right? I mean highschool is for gettin chicks and hanging out. Im here by my father's will anyways, so this bullshit doesn't matter.

"And since I want a good reputation, you're getting a tutor."

"Excuse me, a what?"

He sighed and took off his puny glasses and rubbed his temples.

"Dean, don't play stupid, you're not that much of an idiot."

His accent annoyed me, I just wanted to beat it out of him.

"Anyways, his name is Ca-"

"HELL NO CROWLEY! I DON'T WANNA LOOK LIKE A COMPLETE DUMBASS IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE STUDENT BODY, ESPECIALLY MY GIRL."

"Fine, have him stop by your house."

"No, what am I? Five?"

"Dean, do you wanna graduate or not?"

I sighed, looks like this Winchester has a study buddy for the next 6 months.