Strangers [Destiel AU]

Chapter 3 - 2017

(Dean)

I never knew what happened between Casandra and I.  All of the sudden she stopped talking to me in 7th grade. We were good friends. BEST friends, actually. After she started avoiding me, I tried talking to her brother but he said he couldn't help. Sammy was friends with her too. She tried to avoid him too but didn't succeed since they were in the same grade, therefore they had some classes together. I had one class with her. Math. She was smart so they put her in the junior math class instead of with the sophomores.

(Casandra)

I always wanted to tell Dean why I had to stop talking to him but I couldn't. I started avoiding him in 7th grade. He didn't know why and I could tell he was hurt. He tried talking to Gabriel so he could find out why I was avoiding him but I asked Gabriel not to. I was friends with Sam too. I tried avoiding him but we had three classes together so I couldn't. The one class i didn't have with Sam, I had with Dean.

(Dean)

In the middle of class she talked to me. "Hi Dean" she said. "Hi" I said, annoyed because I started to hate her after what happened in 7th grade. "Mr. Smith said that you needed help with math, if you need a tutor, just let me know" she said with a little bit of anger, although she tried to hide it. "Yea. Thanks sweetpea, but I don't need any help" I said leaning back in my chair with a grin on my face, while looking at her bright blue eyes. She didn't hide her anger this time, "Well according to your 20 in this class, I think you do 'sweetpea' " , she said then stormed out.

(Casandra)

I get that he hates me because I stopped speaking to him but I tried making things right between us again almost two years ago. He blew me off when I did try. I hate him because of it even though I shouldn't. "Hi Dean" I said, looking into his beautiful green eyes. "Hi" he replied, annoyed. "Mr. Smith said that you needed help with math, if you need a tutor, just let me know" I said with a little bit of anger, although I tried to hide it. "Yea. Thanks sweetpea, but I don't need any help" he said leaning back in his chair with a grin on his face. I didn't hide my anger this time, "Well according to your 20 in this class, I think you do 'sweetpea' ", I said and then I left

(Third person)

Dean's grin disappeared when Casandra said that. She saw it and couldn't help but laugh once out of the classroom. Mr. Smith told dean that if he didn't get help with his work he would have to repeat junior year. Dean ended up passing his classes but without Casandra's help.