At school the next day I went to my first two classes. I wasn't paying much attention. It was a video, nonetheless. I was scribbling on the desk with a pencil and replaying yesterday in my mind until the bell caught me off guard and I scrambled out for lunch hour.
I sat down under the pine tree in the grass. I sat here everyday. I ate my sandwich alone.
So I whipped out my book thinking I could distract myself.
I read and read. Only breaking to take a bite of my half-heartedly thrown together peanut butter sandwich. I noticed my light was gone by a looming shadow cast over me. I looked behind me only to find Dean Winchester.
"Hey." He said as if everything was normal.
Far from it.
"Hel-...hey." I reciprocated his casual speak.
"Mind if I sit with you?" He said it as more of a statement than a question as he sat down anyway.
"No." I said stiff and awkwardly. "But don't you sit with your friends? Over there...?" I referred back to the area where he normally ate lunch.
His shoulders dropped.
"So you're not my friend, then?"
...rats. I screwed that up.
"No-no! We are." Friends... "Most definitely." By now I have slammed my book shut and he was almost laughing at my awkwardness.
"But usually, yeah, I do. But I wouldn't say they are my friends," He sighed. "I would rather stay home with my brother and work on my car. I never really liked those guys." They are all just so big and stupid. Not doing anyone much good. I'm really only acquainted with them 'cause my dad made me try out for the team. And apparently I was good, so..."
"Is that why you act so... unintelligent? I mean... you knew all of that. And halfway through it wasn't even trigonometry. I started putting calculus and statis-"
"Stats are easy." He huffed. "I learned them in baseball. Plus, I've always had the knack for the player stats so I guess that came naturally."
"About yesterday,"
He put his hand up to stop me and I noticed his posse staring. I twiddled my feel nervously and looked away sheepishly.
"Just hear me out, please, Cas."
