A Good Kind Of Different

Chapter 8

The next day went by slowly. Classes. Classes. Classes... Then it was lunch. Thank God. I was getting bored. I walked outside and saw Cas sitting alone under a pine tree.

"Hey." I said plainly.

"Hel-... Hey." He muttered back, trying to be less awkward.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"No." He said it rather stiffly, maybe he didn't want me to sit with him. "But, don't you sit with your friends? Over there...?" He motioned to the jocks.

I guess he didn't want me to sit with him. My shoulders dropped.

"So you're not my friend?"

"No- no! We are. Most definitely."

That was a relief.

"But usually, yeah. I do. But I wouldn't say they are my friends. I works 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 then 'cos my dad made me try out for the team. And apparently I was good, so..."

He looked at me with a face said 'I knew it.'

"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-"

Well, at least he was catching on.

"Stats are easy. I learned from baseball. Plus I always had a knack for the player stats so I guess that came naturally."

"About yesterday,"

Again, I put my hand up to shut him up.

"Just hear me out, please, Cas."