I'm Holding On (Destiel Fanfic)

Chapter Two: Punk

(Dean's POV)

   The bell rang but I wasn't feeling like going to school. Maybe I would show up halfway through the lesson. I only had some math class that I never really paid much attention to anyways. I'm not good at anything in school besides football, hence why I'm team captain. My buddy Ethan wishes he was, but he's a scrawny kid not even set to be a captain. I honestly don't know why he's still on the team. Maybe it's because he's the only one who can actually catch a damn ball. Well, besides me of course. Again, why I'm team captain. I decide to skip class with some of my buddies, Alastair (Yes, I've added him for drama), Trevor, and Seth. We went to the bathroom. Trevor sat on one of the sinks carefully while Seth and I sunk to sit on the ground. I never trusted those sinks. They didn't hold well onto the wall. If you sat down fully on them, you'd have a broken sink at your feet.

   Seth pulls out a cigarette, handing one to me, Trevor, and Alastair too, and lights his. Yeah, we smoked. Occasionally. If we did it regularly, our lungs would turn to shit and we would have to drop out of football. That was one of the main reasons why I never really do drugs. I do drink, however, but only at parties. After taking a few drags, I checked my watch for the time and then rubbed it out on the tile floor. I stand up and stretch.

   "Let's get to class." I start to walk towards the door, flicking what remained of my cigarette to the trash can.

   Seth, Trevor, and Alastair follow like lost puppies, one perk of being captain. We all walk up three flights of stairs to where all the science and math classes are. Seth has a different class than me, Alastair and Trevor, so I wave him off before walking into the classroom with Trevor. The teacher, Mr. Albet, clears his throat.

   "Late again, Winchester. If you're going to skip my class, skip it completely. Don't walk in and disrupt my teaching in the middle of class. Sit down." He doesn't even bother acknowledging Alastair or Trevor.

   I smile and walk over to Mr. Albet's desk. I take the assignment that everyone and wink at him, "I wouldn't miss your full lesson. You are, after all, my favorite teacher." I turn around and walk to my seat.

   Only my seat is taken. By a punk of all people. He must be new. Everyone knew my rules. If you sat in my seat, you got beat up. That was one of them. A very simple one. I clear my throat, causing the punk to glance up at me, and begin talking, "That's my seat. I suggest you get up."

   The punk looks up at me completely, making full eye contact with me. He simply smirks, placing his pencil that he had been using to write down the notes Mr. Albet was writing on the board. "Well, if you would have gotten here sooner, I would've been able to tell that you like to sit here. But you were late and, seeing as Mr. Albet doesn't have a seating arrangement, you can take your happy ass to the back and sit down there. Maybe you could even catch up on the notes you've missed." He tilts his head in a challenge that was hard to miss.

   I stood there frozen. No one ever stood up to me. Or even talked to me in that way. I would've probably let the punk go if he wouldn't have cursed at me since he seemed new, but he just added fuel to the fire burning under my skin. After a few seconds of feeling all eyes on me, I take the punk's notes calmly and slowly tear them in half. I then place them back on his desk and walk to the back of the classroom to sit down. I kick my feet up onto my desk and lean back in my chair, looking at the punk. He was looking right at me, glaring at me. I smirk again and pull a notebook from my bag. I take a pen too and write down something in my notebook, pretending to take notes. When I felt the punk's eyes leave me, I rip the page from my notebook and crumple it up. I chuck it at the punk and hit him on the head with it. Thank you football. I pretend to take notes again when he looks back at me. I smirk to myself when he picks up the wad of paper.

(Castiel's POV)

   Mr. Albet, my trigonometry teacher, was about halfway through his lesson when someone walks into the classroom. No, make that two someones. Two jocks. God, I despised jocks. One of the jocks, Mr. Albet called him by his, assumably, last name Wincester, walked up to me and started to talk to me. I didn't really want to look up at him, mostly because his green eyes looked like a forest, but I made full eye contact with him when I spoke.

   After glaring at him after he ripped up my notes, I took out another sheet of paper and started to write down what I missed. Suddenly something hits my head. It didn't feel hard, kinda like a piece of paper. I look around to see who threw whatever if was at me. Jock Winchester was "writing notes down". I guess he assumed I wouldn't think it was him. I looked around the ground for the paper that had hit me and found it wadded up beside my chair. I bend down to pick it up. Unwrapping it revealed a note written in pen by, I'm guessing, Jock Winchester. I read it.

   "Me ripping up your paper wasn't anything. Meet me after school behind the outside bleachers or else. -Dean"

   So Jock Winchester was named Dean. The name seemed to match him for some reason. Maybe it was his eyes. Well, whatever. I write down, in pencil, beneath his little note then wad it back up. My note was a simple, "We gonna fight over you not getting a seat, Deanie?" I didn't bother signing it. He knew it was was me. I turn in my seat and chuck the note back at him, hitting him in the face with it. When he looks up, I simply wave innocently then turn back around to resume my note taking. A few seconds later, I hear a low growl. That might be because of what I called him on that note. Another few seconds and I feel the wad of paper hit my head again. I sigh then bend to pick it up. Unwrapping it again showed a note beneath mine, once again, written in pen.

   "Don't call me that, punk. And you'll have to find out."

   I pocket the note, deciding not to write back. The note passing would definitely get noticed by Mr. Albet and I really didn't want to deal with a detention on my first day. Mom and dad would be absolutely furious. Finishing up my notes, I work on the assignment next.

   Soon class ends and I pack up. Suddenly I'm smacked on the back of the head by someone. Glaring up at the nearest person, I notice it's Dean. I sigh and stand, slipping my bag onto my back.

   "What?" My voice is unamused. It's obvious that I'm not interested talking to him.

  Dean just simply smiles. "See you after school, punk." He elbows me in the side painfully then walks out of the classroom.

   I place a hand over where he elbowed me and bite my lip. Damn, that hurt a lot. I wasn't going to take that from him or anyone. I dealt with bullying in my last school and it was bad. No way in Hell am I going to let this guy get to me and bully me. Walking out of the classroom, I get shoved by one of the jocks Dean walked in with.

   "Watch out, faggot." He chuckles and shoves me again before following Dean out of the room.

   I stumble when he pushes me and feel the sudden urge to punch him, hurt him. But I don't. Instead, I take the insult and calm myself down after he shoves me again. People calling me a faggot was nothing new. I wasn't even that bothered by it. I was one after all. A faggot. Well, a gay man. Faggot was basically just another way of calling someone gay. I walk out of the classroom, keeping my head up. Two bullies weren't going to ruin my day. Even if they were jocks.