There he was. His broad shoulders perfect, that a maroon button up long sleeve shirt covers up. He wore a black and white checkered vest with a gold tie that was neatly tightened and tucked into his vest. His shirt tucked into his black slacks that had darker gray lines going down vertically. With a gold Rolex watch to match his tie. His shoes sparkled it's black color and his pure white smile light up the room, while his black thin metal glasses rested open his nose. His physique was impressive, I will give him that. But why did he have to dress so... Weird?

My head fell to my desk as I continued to think about it. Compared to me, he was a star in Hollywood and I was the next druggie in New York. I swear to God, it's the black that kills me. It's not my fault I dress so dark. I like the style. My hair was always black and messy, and it had streaks of blue in it. I wore a Black Veil Brides tank top with a leather jacket on top, just so it can look large of my black jeans and shoes. I had viper piercings on my bottom lip, but that was about it. I had eyeliner on, a friend of mine put it on me, saying I would look "intimidating". Rubber bands and braclets filled my arms, a ring on almost every one of my fingers.

Sometimes I hated myself for the way I looked. But sometimes I was too lazy to do anything to change it. Ugh. I turned my head to look at him across the classroom. He sat with his legs crossed, sitting up straight as he read his book of A Walk To Remember. I hated him too. How he was taller than me. How prepy and stuck up he must've been. How dorky he dresses. That stupid tie with that stupid face. With his stupid hair parted to the left, combed and styled neatly.

Just to my luck, the school bell rang. He got his satchel and hung it over his shoulder, gracefully walking out of the classroom. I rolled my eyes and got out of my chair, taking the only binder I had and exited without a care. I followed him down to his locker, 818. I stood behind the locker door. When he finally closed it, the looked at me and jumped.

" Dear Lord, you startled me!" He said, he voice mellow. He fixed his glasses and straightened his tie.

"Sorry princess, didn't mean to scare you." I cracked a smirk, leaning against the lockers. He held onto his book across his chest.

"What would you like Mr. Novak? I have a class to attend to." He asked, keeping a professional profile. I looked at him surprised. How the hell did he know my name?

"How do you know me?" I asked, lifting my chin in wonder. He sighed and removed his glasses with one arm.

"Simple Mr. Novak, I learn about almost everyone in the entire school. Knowledge is power. The more information, the more strength. They're stratiges." He said and looked up to me. My stopped and my eyes linked with his. They were a vibrant green. Brighter than the meadows of Oklahoma.

"Interesting tactics." I replied softly. He forced a smile and put on his glasses again, breaking my trance. I blinked, licking my lip slightly.

"Yes, so please, tell me, how can I help you?" He replied. His face expression already turning into frustration. But he his it with a smile.

"I wanted to know your name." I replied, sticking a hand into my jacket pocket. He sighed softly and looked to me again.

"My name is Dean Winchester." He responded.

"Dean? That's a nice name."

"I believe so. I was named after my grandmother."

"That's nice," I smiled small. "She must be proud of you. You look successful."

"Thank you." Dean smiled. That bright smile. "I hope she is. I work a lot." He started up a laugh. It was so adorable. It caused me to smile. He rested a shoulder against the lockers, looking up to me, those green eyes bidding behind those glasses. "You know Mr. Novak—"

"Please, call me Castiel." I interupped.

"You know Cas," He corrected, but not what I told him. "I never really saw you as a sociable type. Nerverless an encouraging one."

"Well I never expected someone like you to judge someone by the way they look." I replied.

"Someone like me? What does that mean?"

"The way you dress. So proper and and dorky." I chuckled. "You're so gay."

"Says the one wearing eyeliner." He sassed back, giving me a look. I gazed back at him, thinking to myself how extraordinary he was. Excellent complexion, the brightest eyes and a fabulous fashion. Well to me. "I really must be going Cas." He inturrputed my thoughts.

"Oh... Uh, can I see you later? After school perhaps?" I asked, a loss for words.

"Maybe." He turned and began walking away.

"Please! I want to know more about you." I called out to him. He stopped and turned to me again, his satchel swingly slightly to the side.

"Meet me by the Performing Arts Center at 4:15. We can talk more there then." He gave a small smile and left. I sighed softly, as if I have been holding my breath the entire conversation.

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After school, I walked over to the place where he said I would find him. He wasn't there. I felt a hole my insides. Was I ditched? It wouldn't be the first time. A lot of people did that to me. Including my family. I just gave up with life.

"Hey!" I heard. I turned around searching for the voice. Then I caught him over the wall, waving. My heart fluttered. "Over here where they can't see us!" I smiled and walked over. He hid behind the wall.

"Can't see us do what?" I said walking past the wall. Then I felt my arm being jerked and my back hit the wall. I looked up to him, his glasses were off and I got lost into those bright green eyes. "W-What are you doing...?"

"I see the way you look at me Cas. Not just because of my clothes. Something more than that." He replied, in a soft deep voice. I swallowed hard as I felt my fingers tensed up against the wall.

"What do you mean?" I replied softly. He smirked.

"You know exactly what I mean." He taunted, barely even above a whisper. He grinned and forced lips upon mine. My eyes widened as he did so. His lips were soft and warm, I eventually melted into him, wrapping my arms on his shoulders pulling him closer. What the hell am I doing? I asked myself. But I never answered. I only cared that it was me, and that it was him. And that he kissed me.

After a few minutes, he pulled back, panting softly. I looked up at him, moving some hair from my face. His hair was messy now, I ran my fingers through it. He smiled at me.

"Wow." He said.

"What?" I replied.

"You're so gay." He chuckled, causing me to laugh for the first time in months.