Falling apart (destiel)

Welcome to Art

~~~Cas~~~

"Yeah, of course I would tell you Ms.Thornton," I said sweetly, smiling up at her annoyingly perfect face. Today she had a soft shade of pink on her lips to match her frilled blouse and her five inch stilettos which seemed impossible to walk in. Her obviously dyed blonde hair swept over her shoulders and outlined her crystal blue eyes.

I could feel the blood slowly draining from my face as she starred back in silence. Sweat started to bead on my forehead but I kept my sugar plum smile, thumbs smoothing over two cuts and an old third degree burn.

"Crap," I thought to myself," What the hell compelled you to do it on your arm?!?!"

I glanced down at my lap, making sure that no blood could be seen through my skirt. "Cause I ran out of room on my upper thighs," I answered myself silently.

Finally she smiled back, perfectly white teeth flashed, and she asked," Well would you mind telling me how you got those cuts and that burn?"

I chucked softly, pretending to be slightly offended by her comment as to say,"Really? You think I, Castiel Novak, would actually hurt myself?"

I looked up and traced the three inch burn that was about an inch below my wrist. "I was going to a banquet," I lied through my teeth," and I burnt myself while I was curling my hair by accident."

The thing about lying is that it works 100% better when you include a bit of truth, not that i needed it to fool Ms.Thornton, she's more gullible than a three year old who still believes in the tooth fairy.

"And what about those cuts," she asked a bit worried.

"Oh these," I gestured to the long cuts on my arm," Well my guinea pig, Max, died last month and so my stepsister and her girlfriend decided to buy me a new one, Sam, and well he reaaaly doesn't like having his nails trimmed, he's a fighter!"

The worry drained from her face as she smiled widely,"Aw you have guinea pigs! My son has the little piggies too... Well Castiel, I guess you can get back to class then, have a nice weekend!"

I smiled again, even bigger than she did.

"Yes ma'am, you have a nice weekend too," I practically sung out as I pulled my heavy backpack up off of the floor and slung it over my left shoulder. My rainbow and neon buttons clattering together on the strap as I walked out of the confining office.

I quickly signed out at the front desk and hurried down the hall. I turned into the boys bathroom and sighed as the bottom of one of my new floral wedges stepped in a puddle of piss only halfway to the sink.

"GREAT THATS JUST PERFECT," I snarled at myself," God! Why can't they just be mature?!?"

I stomped my way over to the sink and checked my hair. It fell darkly in layered curls down past my shoulders and twisting over my eyes. My neon purple tips highlighting my eyes. I smoothed out my baby blue button up and checked to see that it was still tucked in all the way around to my short flare neon green skirt.

Once I was done making myself presentable I strolled down to my 5th period, art. I loved art, I was never very good at it though. I believe today we're starting our oil paintings today, I couldn't wait!

I swung open the door and saw a few students look up from their work as I walked to put my bag up.

I was almost there before I got my daily harassment.

"GAYYYYYYYYYYYYY," one of the beginner boys shouted at me. I dropped my bag on the cabinet and spun towards him. "Psh," I thought ,"Great another one." He had that stereotypical white boy "my father is a lawyer look". A light blue polo and tan shorts with some dark loafers and icy eyes that burned to match is personality.