Mine (Destiel)

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The anticipated first day of senior year had finally arrived. The day had hardly even started and yet, I was ready for it all to end, all the glares, shoves, and hatred.

I began to open my locker in an attempt to put some books in, when suddenly I was pushed. "Move over Novak!"

Richard Roman loomed over me as I picked up my books. He smirked, amused at the inconvenience. He had no authority, roaming and acting however he pleased.

And apparently he was using the locker right next to me. It was though the universe had decided to punish me.

The schoolwork wasn't too complicated, class going monotone as usual. I've never been bad at school, just bad at socializing.

I know nothing's changed, as I sit by myself.

The location of my solitude is the love tree. The love tree is the nickname for the only tree on school property and was coined my freshman year.

Names were carved in the bark. Most couples kissed under the tree after school ended. They see true love. I see empty promises.

I pulled out my sandwich along with a book I'm supposed to be reading. "Is God Anti-Gay."

The thing is, my over bearing parents weren't forcing me to read this one. I picked it up all on my own. I wanted to know my parents take on the situation without ever asking.

This book, didn't use the turn or burn tactic that most of my parent's books usually used. It was more of a, "God loves Gays, he just doesn't love gayness."

"My parents however, would be filled with hatred if they realized my sexual preference. They'd kick me out, or worse, send me to another gospel retreat.

I dart my eyes up just for a moment, to look at the growing group of people. I recognized a few, didn't want to recognize a few others.

Then, I saw him.

His skin was beautifully tanned. His mouth curved just the right way. His dirty blond hair seemed flawless.

I didn't even realize I was staring, until his eyes met mine. His beautiful olive eyes seemed to stare into my soul.

We held the gaze for a second more, then I dropped it. I came to my senses. Dean wasn't into guys and he definitely isn't into losers like me.

All that look did strengthened my resolve. Love is nothing more than a nice idea, one that would never be my reality.