The Perfect Crime [ABANDONED]

Romeo and Juliet

Michael checked his watch, looking up at the teacher who he was sure was saying words, but nothing seemed to be processing in his brain. He checked his phone slyly under the table. 

"No word from L?" Balthazar whispered beside him. Michael sighed and shook his head. 

"He's barely speaking to me. He hasn't talked to Castiel or Gabriel. Or Alfie. And we all know he loves that kid," Michael whispered back. 

"I'm having a small get together tonight. Not like a party, just a, you know, hang out," Balthazar said. 

"You're trying to get me to go to a party when my boyfriend is dealing with this?" Michael whisper yelled back. Balthazar rolled his eyes. 

"No, I'm saying get L to come. It'd be good for him," Balthazar explained. 

"Oh. Yeah," Michael said, rubbing his face. 

"How much sleep are you getting?" Balthazar asked. 

"How's it going in here?" a woman said as she walked into the classroom. The entire class looked up at her in confusion, including Crowley. 

"Oh, Mrs. Hess," Crowley said. He then looked over at the class. "Oh, I don't think I ever....I'm not your teacher." 

"What?" Balthazar said loudly. Michael hit him under the table. 

"I'm a student-teacher. I'm in college. You know, studying or whatever. This is your actual teacher who just...." Crowley shot a glare at Mrs. Hess. "Just decides to never show for class. Are you here to take over?" 

"Well, considering I'm legally supposed to be here or whatever, yes. You can continue teaching, I'll just be here. Grading," she said. Crowley rolled his eyes. 

"I do all your grading too," Crowley pointed out. 

"Well, then I'll be here surfing Twitter," she huffed before sitting down at the teacher's desk. 

"Wait, so he's in college?" Balthazar whispered to Michael. Michael recognized that tone of voice. 

"Oh, no. You aren't about to start hitting on our teacher," Michael chided. 

"He's technically not our teacher," Balthazar said. "Actually, he's not in any way our teacher. And I'm a legal adult. And he's in college...I've sort of got a thing for older guys. College guys." 

"Since when are you into guys?" Michael asked. 

"Balthazar, Michael, do you care to share with the rest of the class what you're so busy talking about?" Crowley said from the front of the room. 

"Nope," Michael said quickly. 

"Sure," Balthazar said. Michael hit his forehead against the desk and stayed like that to hide his blush. He was nearly positive his friend was about to embarrass both of them. 

"No," Michael said, the sound surely muffled since he was talking to the desk. 

"How about you just focus on the lecture, hmm?" Crowley asked. "Either of you care to comment on the actual class content? We're talking about Romeo and Juliet." 

"No, I hate this play," Michael said, finally lifting his head from its parallel position with the desk. 

"Why?" Crowley asked, crossing the room to lean against the desk in front of Michael. Michael could practically hear Balthazar swoon. 

"Because I couldn't imagine killing myself over someone I loved. I mean...that sounded wrong," Michael huffed. "If I was in love with someone who...." Michael sighed. "I know what it's like to be in love with someone who the world doesn't think you should be with. But that doesn't mean that you're doomed to be tragic lovers. That doesn't mean that you just run from your issues. That doesn't help. And dying for it doesn't make it a worthy cause, it just makes you idiots."