Grace POV

I'm lost in thought as I obliviously toss food on my plastic tray. First a hamburger, some cold fries, a stale chocolate chip cookie, a cup of water. There were several people in line before I could pay, so I surveyed the cafeteria until I spotted two familiar bright red heads. I'd known Fred and George Weasley since day one of freshman year, we quickly banded together and became despised by most of the current teachers. They helped me through some rocky times, family wise. For me, they were the light in the darkness. They cheered me up when I was feeling down, and I solemnly swear they can bring a smile to anyone's face.

            "Hello, I'm Dean Winchester." A rough voice declares, his hot breath fanning my hair. Startled I whip around, consequently sending my cup of water soaring into the air. It collides with his jaw, the part with just enough of a stubble to be antagonizing, and drenches his shirt. Stunned, I lift a few strand of my now damp hair and look up into his eyes. His bright eyes that remind me of spring. 

            "Oh my god." Falls from my lips, his dumbfounded expression turns to devilry.

            "Sweetheart, don't you think it's a little early in our relationship to be getting all wet on me?" I've never wanted to punch someone so much in my life.

            "Go to hell, asshat." I spat furiously.

            "I'll probably end up there eventually." He calmly replies, fuming I turn and walk towards where I know Fred and George are sitting.

            "Hey Grace-." His persistently annoying, albeit overwhelmingly sexy, voice again reaches my ear like a vexing gnat, and I turn towards him, my voice ringing out like a whip.

            "Leave me alone! You made me spill my water, made inappropriate remarks, all I want to do I sit down and eat my lunch! What more could you want to say Dean?!" I was only a few octaves short of shrill screaming, and the students eating closest to us began to take notice of the little scene.

            "You just seem like the kinda girl who pays for her lunch. I mean, if you prefer stealing your food I don't judge, but the esteemed lunch ladies of the school may become offended." An innocent grin is on his face, and I can feel a blood red blush decorating mine.

            "I- of course I was going to pay. I was just-" Deans' eyebrow raised in question at my futile attempts at an excuse, "I was just about to pay! You distracted me!"

            I hastily shoved several dollars into a cantankerous old lunch lady's hand as she gazed at Dean adoringly. Disgusted, I shoot him an abhorred look. The asshat is going to get special treatment for the rest of the damn year. I briskly walk past him, with my lunch now paid, and rush to sit next to Fred. I scan over my inner circle, Fred and George, identical down to the freckle, Rory as he gazes at laughing Amy, her bright red hair a perfect mess. They are my best friends. Rory and I always joke that we're the only ones not ginger, and Amy is convinced I will end up with either Fred or George. I was dragged out of my heartfelt thoughts by that damn gnat.

            "Hey Amy, mind if I take a seat?" Dean asks like a civilized

human being. I cannot believe the audacity of this man. He couldn't possibly believe he will be welcomed with-

            "Sure, have a seat. Guys, this is Dean. Dean this is Fred and George, my boyfriend Rory, and Grace." I shoot daggers at Amy as she gestures to each of us in turn. She will pay for this.

            "Yeah, I've already had the pleasure of meeting Grace." Dean shoots me a smile that could melt the ice caps, but that would cause mass destruction, like submerging the world in water and killing everyone destruction. I can imagine getting involved with Dean means just as drastic consequences. I settle on keeping my lips shut, and shoot him a smile made of plastic.

            "Wow, Grace was able to have a pleasurable meeting with someone?" Fred jests, bumping me with his shoulder.

            "Well, it might depend on your definition of pleasurable." Dean admits, his vibrant eyes still on me. Waiting for a reaction he wasn't going to get.

            "It takes some time to get used to Grace, but once you get past that icy exterior, and the layer of knifes and other sharp objects, then overlook her vulgar language, she really is a decent person." George explains, getting relatable laughs from the group.

            "Oh shut up and eat your damn food." I snap at George playfully shoving his head, they all laugh because I only proved his point.

            I wonder to myself is how much Moriarty would charge for a serial murder.

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