"Class." Mr. Thompson said. It took a few moments for the class to completely quiet down.
I looked attentively to the front. Standing next to Mr. Thompson was a boy I had never seen before. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and torn up jeans. He had green eyes and sandy brown hair.
"I would like to introduce you to Dean Winchester, he's new this year and I know you will all welcome him happily."
Dean immediately sits in front of me, which happens to be right behind of Ashley. I sighed. Of course he was sitting here for Ashley she's the prettiest girl in school.
What happened next though, I couldn't have in my wildest dreams thought would happen. He turned and faced me.
"Hey." He said smiling.
"H-hey." I said trying to get a smile on my face.
"My names Dean." He said extending a hand in my direction.
I flinched slightly then gave him a quizzical look.
"This is the part where you take my hand and tell me your name." He said smiling still.
I tentatively grabbed his hand, "M-my name is Castiel." I said quickly snatching my hand back.
"Nice to meet you Castiel." Dean said.
"Nice to meet you too." I said.
"Alright class lets get to work." Mr. Thompson said.
Through out the class I saw people casually slipping Dean a few notes. I didn't think anything of it as it's normal class room behavior. At least around me it is.
Then much to my total surprise I myself received a note. I read:
Keep your murderous hands off the new boy. We don't need another of your kind roaming the halls.
Xoxo Ashely.
I folded up the note and stuffed it in my coat pocket. Ashley cast me a glance and I simply nodded.
I sighed when she turned back around. It's not like he was going to like me for more than today anyway.
I sat in class blanking off and day dreaming. Of course I saw the snickers and sideways glances, I'm not stupid.
Finally the bell rang and I grabbed my stuff and drug my feet out of the class room.
"Hey Castiel!" I heard a cheery voice say.
I turned to my right to see Dean waiting by the door.
"What do you want?" I asked rather harshly I realized as he suddenly flinched back.
"I was wondering if you could show me to Geography?" He asked more timidly this time.
"Why me?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"I don't know you seemed like you need someone to talk to and I decided that I would be that someone." He finished with a great big smile.
"Well I don't." I said turning away. Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder. My mind went fuzzy with fear and I tensed immediately. I turned quickly to see Dean with hope in his eyes.
"Please just show me to Geography."
I sighed, "what do I have to lose anyway ?"
He smiled one of the biggest smiles ever and gestured for me to lead the way.
As we arrived at the Geography class room i gestured toward the door and muffled out a quiet "that one." And I made my way to my math class, which I will no doubt be late to now. It's not like it's my first time, and at least know I have a valid excuse.
I walked into the class room four minutes late. Ms. Brue looked "You're four minutes late." She said "Do you have an excuse this time?"
"I-I was helping Dean fine his class." I said shuffling to my seat.
"Okay." She said writing it down on her annoying little note pad.
I sat through her overly monotonous class with one ear bud in. When the Bell finally rang I grabbed my stuff and headed to my next class.
As the two classes I had after math had dragged by, it was now lunch. I pulled the shitty peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had made that morning out of my locker and headed to my usual spot. I sat against the tree and began to eat. It tasted of shitty peanut butter and out of date jelly but it was all I could've made.
"Nice sandwich bitch." I heard someone snicker.
"Go away Mark." I said taking one more bite before my sandwich was wacked out of my hand an hit the ground.
I sighed. Well at least I got one more bite than last time.
"Awww did you want your shitty sandwich?" He asked with fake pitty. "Then here." He said snuffing it into the ground with his shoe. "Lick it off."
"I'd rather not." I said turning my face.
" I said LICK IT."
"Why don't you fuck off." Some one said coming around the tree.
"Who are you?" Mark said.
"My names Dean." He said. "Now leave Castiel alone."
"Pff." Marc said putting his foot down. "I'll meet with you later than fag." He said walking off.
"Dick." Dean said sliding down the tree next to me.
"T-thanks." I said.
"No need," he said. "Here." He said giving me half of his turkey and mayo sandwich.
"Thank you." I said taking a bite. It was gone before I knew it and I was suddenly missing it.
"When was the last time you have eaten something other than stale peanut butter and jelly?" Dean asked looking at me with concern.
"Last night." I lied.
"Hm, you sure didn't eat like you have." He said.
"Its the truth." I said trying to sound convincing.
"Here." He said handing me a pie tin. "Have some of it."
