About A Boy (Destiel) (boyxboy)

chapter one: cute "girl"

Dean

Last year was a fucking mess. Girl drama, shitty grades, doing things I wasn't comfortable with. And that was only Freshman year! I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't be a dumbass this year, or the rest of high school in general. I'm actually gonna try. I'm gonna do my homework, avoid relationships, and get involved so I have something to do.

So I joined Football (Gordon's idea). I actually haven't done sports before, unless playing soccer with my little brother counts. Mom always wanted me to do sports, but I always liked music better. You can imagine how happy she was when I got the news I'd been accepted.

"You'll do fine. You're build like a goddamn linebacker." Gordon snickered.

"Oh really? That why coach assigned me as running back?"

We both laugh, but then my attention shifted to the brand new cheerleaders gathered across the hall. Their auditions were the same day as ours, so I already talked to a few of them. They were all giggling together in their group, probably excited that they had been picked. One girl slipped her folded uniform out of her backpack and the rest looked in awe.

"That chick on the right's hot." he noticed.

"Who? Bella?" I chuckled.

"What? She not your type?"

"Not really." I shrugged. "I get a weird vibe from her."

Gordon almost made a snide remark until Charlie practically ran into me. Charlie's an old friend. We both have always gone to the same schools and lived in the same neighborhood- we weren't super close, but there was a kind of unspoken bond that we shared.

"Hey Dean! I need your help."

Gordon gave me a look, but walked off so we could be alone. "Sure, what's up?"

"Are you usually busy Thursdays?"

"...What do you need?"

"A favor." she smirked. "Don't worry, just a little project I'm working on. It's important to me. Please."

"Yeah sure. Can you tell me what I need-"

She interrupted, "No, no need to bring anything. Just come to the computer lab this Thursday. I'll talk to you all then."

All of us? I almost asked, but she said she had to get back to her friend. I looked behind her, and a girl stood uncomfortably a few feet away from us, waiting for Charlie. She was...cute. 

I smiled at her when they left, but she avoided my eyes and only looked directly at Charlie.

"What the hell was that?" Gordon asked, walking back to me.

"I have no idea."

-Thursday, after school

Sammy can nonstop complain if he wanted to.

"Jesus Christ, you could just have a friend drive you home-"

"None are gonna give me a ride. Most of them take the bus, anyways. Maybe if you had just told me-"

"I don't care, Sam!" I snapped. "Just wait an hour for fucks sake."

After that, he didn't respond, and I just left to the computer lab. I felt bad yelling at him, but we've been fighting a lot lately. Everything he does just gets on my nerves. Something must have happened at his school. Or someone.

The lab is packed with a miscellaneous group of people, mostly unpopular. I don't know any of them, just people I've passed in the hall or seen sit in the back of the class. Nerds, druggies...and that cute girl.

Charlie knows everybody. She kind of makes a point of it.

I see her whisper something into the girls ear, then shout above the noise, "Welcome to our school's first official theater club!"

Even the girl looks surprised. "Theater club?" says a boy, "What the hell I am here for?"