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Bully. (Part Two) || Modern Highschool AU

-Still entirely Cas' Pov-
Part Two

When my eyes finally opened, I instantly regretted it. The sun softly warming my face, but burning my eyes.
I shook my head, snuggling my head farther into the pillows.
God, it was so warm.
My eyes began to bat shut once more, until I heard it, "Castiel? Hurry, sweetie! We woke up late."
I sat up in a few quick seconds, eyeing the small clock beside my bed, 8:15.
I jumped up, frantically grabbing a few different scattered things, school started at 8:40.
I stood up, looking at my creation. A white button up, a deep blue tie messily put on, and a bedhead.
And, you know, pants.
My gaze was interrupted, a loud rumble echoing into the outer world.
Shit.
"Castiel? We've got to go!"
I rolled my eyes, grabbing a beige jacket off a pile of old clothes, and sliding on some shoes.
I had almost tripped down the stairs a couple times, before finally pulling myself into the car. My mother, Teresa, sat in the front. Her hair pulled back, and baby blues shinning.
Why didn't I get her confidence?
I breathed in, a soft sigh escaping my lips. Her voice rose above the soft radio, "Put on your jacket, honey. It's getting cold," I nodded, pulling out and fully looking at the jacket on my arm.
This was a trenchcoat.
Well, great.
I slid on the jacket, wrapping my body in the warmth. Her soft voice raised again, "You look snazzy," I raised my eyebrows, "Really?"
She grinned, "Yes, you do."

I pushed my backpack into my locker, a small slip in my hand.
I was late.
Quickly shutting the door, I took off to my first class: Anatomy. I knocked softly, my anxiety biting at my body once more. The door opened, revealing, a face I couldn't put a name to at that moment. As soon as I stepped into the classroom, they stared.
I wanted to yell, but I couldn't breathe.
Whispers filled the classroom, as I handed my teacher the note, explaining my tardy. She smiled lightly, "Good, thought you had skipped." A loud voice screamed, "Again!" The teacher frowned, sending the jock a glare, as I slid into a seat. Way in the back.

This was going to be a long day.

I flew down the hallway, feeling every eye on me. I hate this.
I breathed in, my heart pounding in my chest.
Why? Why me?
Oh, I apparently slept with the Dean Winchester.
That's why.
And possibly this outfit.
I sighed, running my hand through my hair, "Well, at least I haven't..."
I ran into another body, falling to the floor, and scattering my binders all over the hallway. I looked up, the jock who rammed me, laughing amongst his friends.
He snickered, "Look, guys! He actually got back up this time," I breathed in, controlling the bubbling anger under my skin.
He spoke again, "Aww, is he gonna cry?" I turned around, my breath escaping my nose thickly, as I approached the taller boy. He snickered, "Look, he's going to hit me guys." I growled, my fist raising and socking his nose.

Crack.

I blinked, watching, as he fell to the ground, holding his nose. I stepped forward, each jock backing away slightly. I growled, "Any more fucking words to me, and I won't only break your nose. Got it?!"
They all nodded, in shock. I spun around, making my way down the hallway. Everyone's eyes were still locked onto me.
This will only be getting better.
I hid my face, what I had done setting into my skin.
A familiar voice drifted into my ear, Meg, "You should've done worse, you know." I rolled my eyes, "I know." She smiled, "So, next time two to one?" I sighed, "Sure, whatever you want to think." She paused, before remembering, "Oh, Dean wanted to see you. I cleared up the rumors though," my eyes widened, "Did he say why?" She rolled her eyes, "Why the hell would he tell me?" I nodded, "Good point." She went serious, "You gonna try to see him?" I shrugged, opening my locker, "Depends." She shook her head laughing, "He's not gonna beat you up, you know that, right?" She smirked, "If anything, he probably just has the hots for you." I sighed, my cheeks warming, "S-Shut up." She grinned, "No, I won't," suddenly a group of girls approached. Their bodies slim, with perfect hair, and crop-tops to flatter their stomachs.
Great.
The tallest one spoke, winking, "Hey, Castiel." I rolled my eyes, "Look, I'm not interested." She made a pouty lip, "Not even for me?" I sighed, as Meg cut to the chase, "Especially not you, bitch." She snickered, "What? Is he your precious boyfriend?" Meg opened her mouth, but I cut in, "I'm actually gay." The girl fell silent, as a soft guilt glazed over them, "O-Oh, sorry. I didn't want to force anything on y-" she paused, re-centering her thoughts, "I just thought you were one of those jock dickbags. Sorry Meg." She smiled, "Thank you, and-" she paused, "Trust me, we get it." I raised an eyebrow, "Why exactly are you acting that way?" The girl sighed, "One of them has been sexually harassing us, grabbing our butts," she swallowed, "So, we are trying to film it. One of our friends, Charlie-" a bright red head from a few feet away waved, "-is in charge of the footage." I nodded, in thought, "Well, I would just go tell them." She nodded, "We did-" Meg interrupted, "They might change their minds now," before she could speak again, Meg motioned to the bent over jock, who was holding his nose. "You?" she asked, pointing to me, I fell silent, as Meg spoke up, "Hell yeah it was." She scampered off, in the way of the office.