String and Cups (Destiel Highschool AU)

Chapter 4 |17 years old|

Chapter 4 |17 years old|

*******************Cas's POV*****************

"Casssssss!" Dean calls to me. He was waiting for me to come down so we could walk to school together like we had for the past nine years.

I looked into my mirror one last time. Shirt buttons straight, hair... well, okay. I grab the brown paperbag on my desk and rush out of the house.

"What took you so long, man?" Dean asks me.

"I was making sure I looked okay. You know what today is." I said, nudging his side. He pushes me away while rolling his eyes.

"Of course I do, you will not stop talking about it." I laugh. Today is Valentine's Day. I am hoping to get a girlfriend, as I am finally over Meg, as Dean says. I was over her a long time ago.

"You hoping to get a girlfriend today?" I ask him. He shrugs and looks across the street, avoiding my question. I roll my eyes as the school comes into our view.

Dean sees the paperbag in my hand, "Really dude? Valentines? Those are so third grade." I pull them closer to my body. I look away from him and walk a little faster. The one thing about being friends with someone so long is that they can get annoying, even if they don't mean to be. "Cas, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that maybe you shouldn't use that approach with girls."

I look back at him, arms slightly off his sides and slumped over some. "Then what is?" I ask him. He smiles and jogs to be next to me.

"You don't want to be chessy. Valentines are cheesy. A hand writen poem, might work. Or, you can just tell her she is pretty. I usually don't go for those tactics."

I nod in understanding and throw away my paperbag in the schools' trashcan. I hadn't noticed we were there. I wave goodbye to Dean as I head to my class.

I see some girls looking at me like I have something on my face. I round the corner and run into the bathroom. Nothing on my face or shirt. I walk out and start walking to class again. Girls - and even some guys - stare again. I get hungry looks from some girls all time, not like this.

I sit in my seat, looking around. A girl, who I don't know the name of, comes up to me and whispers in my ear with a british accent.

"Looking for some fun tonight?" she asks me. I chuckle and push her shoulder away slightly. I feel alot of eyes on me as I do this.

"No, sorry." I smile apologetically, "Comitment is what I want, not sex."

She gasps and storms away. She was attractive, dirty blonde hair, green eyes. That never really had happened before, so I was suprised it was her.

I hear the whispers and voices rise in volume as she leaves. I look down at my phone and send Dean a message.

Cas: 1 already.

Dean: Liar, impossible!

Cas: Not for me.

Every year we, more like he, keeps me up-to-date on how many girls come up to him and ask him out. He rejects all of them.

"Attention class, attention. I know today is a big day for you, but we have business to attend to. I hope you all got your homework done." The teacher says.

The class goes by fast. Turn in homework, get books out, do work the rest of class. So boring. Art class is next, my favourite one.

I set my binder on the desk and run over to the smocks. I throw one on and grab my palette of greens, blues and black.