His Secret

Chapter 3

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I pulled my car into the closest open space to the entrance, but sadly it was still a small walk to the main doors. My eyes quickly scanned the car park for my little band of merry men. A soon as my eyes landed on them I hoped out and pulled my bag over my shoulder. I made my way through the maze of people and waved to my friends, just as I was about to cross the last bit of parking lot to them someone pulled up dangerously close to me. 

As soon as I saw the car I knew exactly who the idiot was. I glared at him through the passenger window. His brother who sat in shotgun smiled down into his lap. Dean Winchester turned to face me and like the first two times I had met him he had the casual smirk plastered on his face. Before I could even start my rant at how idiotic and annoying he was he revved his engine, "Watch were you're going sweetheart don't want me to run over those pretty little toes." He pulled into a parking space that I had not noticed at the back of the lot. I glared at the tail lights and paced quickly to my group of friends that were all either laughing or had their eye brows quirked in curiosity at the encounter. 

"Don't ask" I muttered angrily as I stalked past them. Without a word they followed me but I knew they were going to ask about it later and to be honest I was not looking forward to it. I pushed my way through the crowds of people not caring and I stormed to my locker. I angrily turned the dial and ripped open the small metal cabinet. 

I shoved my books into my bag and turned straight down the hallway heading towards home room. I threw open the door and the rest of the group dispersed murmuring lowly to each other as me and Taylor took our seats at the back.

"So..." Taylor wagged her eyebrows at me with a huge grin on her face. I groaned and hit my head softly against the desk. I really couldn't be dealing with this it was a Monday morning and I had missed my coffee so I was sluggish and tired. "Oh come on!" She whisper shouted as Mr Brown entered the room. "He's so cute, hot and totally bad ass with his leather jacket and sweetie you need to get out more!" She whined into my ear I blocked out her voice and focused on Mr Brown. 

As soon as my eyes were fixed on the front of the class room he walked in, what do they say, 'speak of the devil and he shall appear,' that seems to be happening alot lately. Why me I groaned inwardly as we made eye contact, I watched as the corners of his eyes grew crinkles and I knew he had that totally sexy smirk on his face. 

Wait, what!? Sexy? What the hell, Taylor is actually starting to get into my head! This is so not good I do not need this. School, school, school. I chanted in my head, I wasn't suppose to care about boys I need to do well in my exams and then get a full ride to my collage boys would just get in the way. Taylor says I'm a total looser and a bit of a prude but I prefer the term determined. 

I lay my head back down on the desk top and let the world around me melt away, I watched as happy scenes danced across my mind, I could feel it. I was slowly slipping away, I tried to hold on but I couldn't and now I was floating, like I was nothing in the distance I could see trees towering all the way to the sky, it was dark but I could just make out a tall man standing at the outskirts of the forest. I knew this dream it was a re-occurring nightmare of mine, the day my dad died right in front of me.

 He smiled as I ran up to him, he picked me up in his arms and swung me round in the air. He had just come back from hunting, he still had his gun strapped to his back. As he went to put me down I wrapped my legs round his waist tightly, he chuckled and trudged up to the old log cabin we were living in. I could smell the food cooking, and boy did it smell delicious but I'm just not quite sure what I was smelling. Mum turned round and grinned at the two of us. I clung tightly to my dad as he bent down to deliver a kiss to my mothers cheek.