Chapter one
The green post-it
"Wait a moment, gotta fetch a book." Sam said, holding up a hand to tell his friend to stop and starting to fidget with his locker's lock. Gabriel obliged and took his time opening his own locker and pulling out a huge candy bag. Sam chuckled, half amused, half irritated. "That's not what lockers are thought for, Gabe."
The other pulled the bag open and threw a handful of candies in his mouth. "But they're much more useful the way I use 'em. Would ya like a lollipop?"
"Do you actually have something in there that's not swe… eh?" Sam stopped halfway through the sentence, staring at his locker's door with a confuse furrow. Gabriel leaned over his shoulder to look: among the photos Sam had sticked on the iron with some scotch, an acid-green post-it stood out like a hippie at a punk concert. There was written in clear letters you're hot. "Is this a joke or something?"
"Look at our Sammy boy!" Gabriel laughed, patting his friend on the shoulder. "You're breakin a whole lot of hearts, bro."
Sam reached out to the post-it and crumpled it up. "How the fuck did she open my locker?!" after a moment he added: "And don't call me Sammy."
"Fine, Samantha."
Sam sent him a murderous look and slammed the locker closed, before marching to the secretary room.
"Where ya going?" Gabriel asked, hurrying to go past him.
"I go change my combination!"
Next morning, when he'd opened the locker to take his lit notebook, Sam had felt quite confident; of course the stalker couldn't have found out his new combination in such a short time.
And then of course, when he'd found a new green post-it, he'd had to drop his need to punch the locker's door.
Sam, Sam… did you really thought getting rid of me would be so easy? Read the note. Sam stared at it wide-eyed. Who did this girl think she was, some odd kind of 007? He really hoped it was only some aroused little girl and not something to worry about.
He crumpled up this post-it too and headed to his classroom, firmly resolute to ignore those weird attempts to get his attention.
"You shouldn't try to get to him like this, you know." Gabriel stated, back against the lockers' row, hands in his pockets and a lollipop stuck in his mouth.
The hallway was clear; everybody was already in the classrooms.
"Don't say such nonsense, it's perfect." replied a blond guy who was fidgeting with the lock of Sam's locker.
"Seriously, he's not that kind of guy. You'd have more chances if you actually grew some balls and go speak to him." Gabriel stated, seraphic.
The other snorted, then banged the locker's door, and it opened meekly. "Anyway, how did you get that it was me?"
"Oh, dunno, Luke, maybe 'cause I know your writing, or maybe 'cause there's a block of green post-its in the upper drawer of your bedside table?"
"Next time you stuck your little nose in my drawers I'll cut it off, dear brother." Luke replied absent-mindedly, focused in sticking new post-its to the locker.
"Help me, Lucifer's threatening me! I'm fucked!" Gabriel squeaked, pretending to be frightened.
"Cut it, Gabe." Luke answered, looking satisfied as he admired his handiwork and locking the locker again. "And go to class, or you'll have to repeat the year."
"Hear who's talking."
"I don't need to go to classes."
Gabriel snorted. "I'm quite sure that if you were in the same class as Sam you'd run there faster than Flash."
"That's another story. Come on now, flee."
So, this is my first story here, and I'm scared as hell, so I just beg you to be gentle - at least show mercy? No? Oh well, nevermind.
What was I saying- oh right, so I wanted to write a college!AU because well, they are always funny and they most likely have happy endings, and the guys here really need some happiness; plus, this fandom needs more samifer - hell, the WORLD needs more samifer - and I'll stop here before starting a fifty pages long essay about
how beautiful they are. But there will be also destiel and midam later, so don't worry! ^^
Okay, I said everything here, so... hope you enjoyed it, and... see you in the next chapter!