Chapter 10

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School was back in session before we knew it. What the kids didn't understand was we didn't want to be back either, possibly more than they did. But on that Monday morning, they didn't even look like they wanted to argue that. The halls were lively with over hyped students and excited students, mostly girls, but you could tell it was spreading to the guys, too. 

It didn't make sense, but I shook it off regardless. I needed to find Charlie. I didn't tell her what went down at Thanksgiving dinner because I didn't want to bother her with my drama, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was really starting to get to me. A lot of my questions were answered, but new ones replaced those. Would he leave Ben? What did he mean when he said he had a feeling about me? What happens to Ben in all of this?

Walking into the art room, Charlie immediately stood up and gave me a hug. "Dean!"

I chuckled, hugging her back "Hey Charlie."

"How was the rest of your break?" she asked, walking back to her desk.

I sighed, leaning against a table. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

I suddenly realized. 

"Yeah?" Charlie said, "What's up?"

My eyes scanned the room to see three kids standing in the back, but then quickly scatter out the door when I looked at them. I sighed, shutting the door behind them. 

Charlie's facial expression changed from confusion to "are you fucking kidding me". She sat down in a chair and pulled out another next to her. "Lay it on me."

I sat down. "It's Cas."

One eyebrow raised. "Uh huh. Go on."

So I told her everything. I told her about the weird feelings we get around each other, about his husband after the car crash, about the dinner I had with them, when he kissed me against my car without his husband knowing, when I kissed him back when we just needed to talk, what he said when we talked...and how confused I still was.

"Sounds like you're a lot less confused than Cassie is, honestly."

"It's too much." I admitted. 

Charlie squeezed on my hand. "Dean," she said, "Has it occurred to you that you've only been here for a few months, you've only known the man for a few months, and that you have more time?"

I didn't say anything.

"You have time to figure that out. Time. You have plenty of it. Don't let your emotions get in the way. Think clearly about what you want."

I nodded my head. Charlie smiled. "Now, we only have about ten minutes until the bell..."

"Right." I sighed, making my way to the door. "And Charlie... Thank you."

"No problem."

Upon opening the door, there was a line of kids out in the hallway outside the classroom, some backing away from looking inside. I could feel their eyes on my as I walked away again. How much did they hear?

I sat down at my desk to start preparing today's work. Since we had just gotten back the lesson would be simple introduction to Romeo and Juliet (because I doubt the majority actually read it).

"Good morning, Mr. Winchester." Amara pranced in.

I gave her a look. "Good...morning? Hey, why is everyone so jumpy this morning?"

She set her bag down on the floor and took a seat on the table, her feet dangling off. "Oh, you know," she said casually, "just drama."

"Drama. Like..." I trailed off.

"General disagreements, really. And rumors. Nothing exciting really happens here, so as soon as something happens..."

"I get it." I said, "It's entertainment."

"Exactly!"

The bell rang as a string of kids flooded through the doorway, most getting to their seats on time.

"Who enjoyed their break?" I ask.

"I enjoyed Romeo and Juliet, Mr. Winchester." A girl said to me. I smiled at her, surprised that she had read it. A couple of kids in the back exchanged looks.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I can see why you picked it out." She said sweetly.

"Ah, shit." A boy groaned.

"Oh really? Why's that?"

The class is watching intently now. "It's a romance." She says. "A forbidden romance."

I lean back in my chair. "Yes... indeed it is. We talked about that before break."

"It's unprofessional to date the people you work with, right?" Amara asks, still sitting on top of the table.

I rolled my eyes. "It is. Why are y'all grilling me?"

She smiles, not answering me and walked back to her seat.

Before I can say anything, the intercom beeps. "Mr. Winchester?" Says Ms. Tran.

"Uh, yes, this is me."

"Can you spare a minute and talk with me in my office?"

It wasn't a request. "Yes ma'am, I'll be right there."

The class was really buzzing now. "Alright," I tell them, "I'll only be gone for a few minutes. If any of these teachers complain about the noise I'm assigning homework."

I leave the classroom as they're complaining about how we just got back, and it's unfair to assign homework so quickly.

Even the kid taking a sip at the water fountain stops to look at me as I pass by, and he's not even in my class!

What the hell is going on?

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