Him.

He noticed me...

I have three hours with him, history, art and science. I go to my locker between each class and try not to get caught glancing at dean every ten seconds. I go to my locker after Trig and I glance at dean like always, but this time he's looking back at me. I panic and drop my trig book and hurry down to pick it up. When I go to grab it, without looking, I feel something... I look down and it's a manly and muscular man hand. I follow the hand to the wrist, up the forearm until I see a smiling face. It's Dean. Dean is helping me. Dean is helping me get my book... off the floor. I feel myself blush. Our hands still touching, I pull it off. He picks it up and we stand in sync. He hands it to me, "I think you dropped this,"
"Yeah, thanks,"
I quickly grab the trig book and spun around to my locker, got all of my stuff and slammed it shut, to see him still standing there.
"O, hi."
My brain starts racing Why is he still here?, What's he doing
, "Well since we are both going to history I thought we could walk together.... if you want."
"Of course... I mean yeah, sure."
We walked to history in silence. We sat down, side by side. I don't know how but teachers always put us near each other. It's horrible. The hour went past fast and I basically ran out the door. Next was art where he was on the other side of the table. I was pretty artistic. But he wasn't. At. All. But it's cute when he gets frustrated with his drawings. Then I went to science. Everyone was crowding the teacher as he called off names. I didn't know what was happening. Until I heard the word "partners". I panicked. Partners? FUCK. I quickly sat down and just waited to hear my name. Dean had just walked in as the teacher said
"Castiel and Dean, you guys are partners."
I almost died right there. Dean smiled at me and sat down next to me.
"Sup partner,"
"Um, hi,"
"How are you,"
"Good what about you?"
"Perfect..."
"Care to explain?"
"Im partners with you,"
His face turned red like a cherry with an expression on his face that said it all, he knew he shouldn't have said that. The teacher lectures us saying that the project is due when we get back from winter break. Which means me and Dean will have to communicate and get together over winter break. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. The bell rang. I ran. Like literally ran. I got to my locker and shoved everything into my book bag, I glances at Deans locker. He wasn't there. I turn around, he's behind me.
"Hey I was wonder since we were doing the project and stuff..."
" Do you want me just to do it, I bet you have a lot of things to do and I don't wanna impose."
"No of course not, I was gonna ask for your number.."
"O.. I'm okay."
I scribble my number on a piece of paper and hand it to him and he smiles. "Um bye, see you soon."
Im shocked. See me? Soon?
"Um yeah soon."
We go our separate ways.