Don't Worry I'm Used To It

Chapter Three ~ Castiel

Well you already know a little about me. But what's a normal day at the Novak House? Well let's see I guess this is where my story starts...

You ain't nothin' like a hound dog

Cryin all the time

You ain't nothin' like a hound dog

Cryin all the time

Well you ain't never caught a rabbit so you ain't no friend of mine.

I rolled over and slapped my alarm clock. Yes my ring town is Elvis. He's the best ever. Don't judge.

As I got up and did my normal routine (Which was wearing a pair of slacks, white shirt and my trenhcoat, left my hair alone, and brush teeth)
I do what I do everyday go down stairs and see if my dad is home.

Luckily he's not so I got in my car and left. Somehow even though my dad is a abusive drunk, he gets money. We're not rich but not poor. We have a two story house, a pool, and my car is a mustang. But trust me this mustang is old and I'm pretty sure there's rust on the bottoms of the passenger side door.

The High School is only about ten minutes away so I got there quickly. Once I parked my car I could see every group.

Over by the flag pole three friends of mine Charlie, Garth and Dorthoy. Meg and No were most likely late, again.

Over by the bleachers was the Football team doing morning warm ups.

By a nice maroon pickup truck was Crowley. He used to be on the Football team but got kicked off. He's still popular though. He was with his friends Lucifer, (Not my brother. Apparently there's another guy named Lucifer and he actually acts like the devil him self. My brother had blonde hair, talk and skinny. Nothing like an actual devil) Uriel, Zach and poor Alfie. He shouldnt even be caught up in that group.

Then lastly over by all the nice convertibles were the Softball players and Cheerleaders. Probably gossiping about guys, again.

As I get out of my car Crowley comes over. Oh, did I not tell you? Yeah he's my bully. Fun.

"Hey Novak!"

"What do you want Crowley?"

"Where's my project?"

"It's at my house. Couldn't work on it. I guess I'll bring it tomorrow so you can actually do something for once."

"What you say Novak?"

He came over and pinned me against the car. The only people really noticing was half the cheerleaders and the Football team

"Don't back talk me! You do my work understand? You know something Novak. Your like my slave. You do my work. You get beat around."

Once he said that he threw a punch right in in my face.

"Your a Fag! And no one needs a fag in this world. Your just a poor old slave to me."

He slammed me into the ground. And kicked me right in the lungs.

"Stupid Fag."

He said while he walked off with his friends.

I slowly stood up while I looked over at the cheerleaders who quickly looked away.

The football players though ---- oh god. They were all staring. It wasn't me who they were staring at it was Dean. Dean Winchester was walking toward me.

"Hey you okay? I know Crowley can be a punk."

"You shouldn't talk to me. And I'm fine."

I tried to walk off but Dean stopped me. Almost everyone was staring because the most popular guy was talking to the most popular nerd.

"Are you sure your okay? You kinda have a large cut on your cheek."

"Dean. I'm okay. Please just leave. You'll make this worse."

Yep. After nine years of knowing this guy that was are first conversation. I want to talk to him I do but..... High School. It's just different.