Chapter One
"Castiel," The English teacher was staring the dark haired, blue-eyed boy that stood in the entrance, holding his notebook and binder against his chest, "You're late again."
He looked down to his black Converse, "I know, Ms. Evans. It won't happen again." His eyes moved to the teacher, "I promise."
Ms. Evans chuckled, "Son, don't make promises you can't keep." Ms. Evans pointed to the empty chair next to the window, "Go to your seat."
Slowly, the seventeen year old moved from the entrance, to his assigned chair where the new reading list was waiting for him. That was the only thing he liked about his English class, the books for the months of November and December.
"The first book is On the Road by Jack Kerouac." Ms. Evans grabbed a box full with brand new copies of the novel and started to pass them out.
After Ms. Evans gave Castiel his copy, he opened his light blue binder so that he could continue his drawing. It was quite obvious that he had a talent for art. It was often recognized by his art teacher, but that was as far as it went. The most he drew were angels. He loved to draw them, especially the wings.
His newest piece of work was a man, sitting on the edge of a cliff, looking at the starry sky with his long shadowed wings popped out.
"Is that your boyfriend, Castiel?" A feminine voice said behind him. He quickly shut his binder to prevent her from seeing it any longer. It was Anna Milton, one of the most popular girls in school, and one of the smartest too.
"N-no…" His voice was low and nervous.
She moved her dark red hair back, "Then who is it?"
Castiel didn't answer. He didn't want to. There was nothing special about the man in the drawing because he didn't exist.
Anna still waited for a response. He blushed, "It's nobody."
She noticed the way he reacted and smiled, "It doesn't seem like nobody."
He never understood why she liked to bother him or why she disliked him so much. Because of that hate, other students teased him as well.
Castiel never talked about him like she did of him so he always assumed it was because he was going to be his class's valedictorian instead of her.
Ms. Evans handed the last book to the girl at the end of the row against the wall. "Alright class, for today's assignment, you'll have to partner up with someone." Everyone looked at one another, already planning who they'd be with.
Nobody looked at Castiel. At that point, he found it pointless to even look up in the hope that someone would want to be with him. Pointless.
"Well?" The teacher waited for everyone to start moving, "Get going!" That was all it took for the entire class to go running for their partner.
In about two minutes, everyone was with someone, except Castiel. He didn't move at all. All the desks had moved, but his stayed in the same place.
"Castiel," The teacher called on him, "Don't you want to pair up with Ms. Morgan over there?"
Castiel looked over where Nan Morgan was sitting at. Her friend had been absent that day so she was by herself. After Ms. Evans had said for Castiel to be with her, she looked at him with disgust. She really didn't want to be with him.
"That's okay, Ms. Evans." Castiel looked down to his blue pencil, "I work better by myself." He slightly smiled but that still didn't satisfy the English teacher.
"Cas," Castiel didn't like it when they called him that, "You need to socialize. Make friends."
He shook his head, "Maybe not today, Ms. Evans."
Eventually, she gave up with making him move with the girl, even if the girl didn't want to be with him.
"The assignment is for one of you to write a summary on how the main character will develop. The other one will write on how the story will process." Ms. Evans eyes fixed on Castiel then on the girl that was by herself too, "For those who are alone, you only have to do one." He only smiled at Castiel.
It was an easy assignment. Castiel could've finished it in half an hour, just ten minutes before the final bell rang. He was always quick with his duties. He didn't like to waste time.
And he didn't. In about twenty minutes, he was done with his assignment and he turned it in. He had read the book a few grades back out of entertainment, that's why it had been easy. He did both jobs for extra credit, which only made him look like a major teacher's pet in the eyes of the other students who struggled with finishing with one task.
He continued with the drawing of the Angel man. He made him seem like a twenty-something year old built man. Attractive, of course. The only thing he bothered to color in, were his eyes. A beautiful sky blue.
Not many people knew, but he based the image off himself. Castiel had always dreamed of being an angel. He didn't want to die, but he always wanted to see the world like they did, full with hope, looking forward to the human evolution. Not in the piece of garbage Castiel was living through.
Then the bell rang, but Castiel didn't hear it. He was so into his drawing that he didn't pay attention to the students walking out of class, some of them making fun of him for staying behind.
"Castiel." The teacher said his name loudly, so that she could get his attention.
"Yes?" He looked around. The classroom was completely empty, "Oh…" He gathered his stuff, "I'm sorry." He chuckled, "I got a little distracted."
"That's fine." She got close to Castiel and patted his back, "You need to learn how to make friends, Castiel."
"I've already got some, Ms. Evans, I don't need any more." He smiled at her and walked out of the class.
Although people didn't believe him, Castiel had some friends; one was named Balthazar, a boy his age that lived next door to him, and Steven, a junior boy he met in the school's book club who might've, just might've, had a crush on him.
Outside school, people waited for the bus or chatted with their friends. Castiel didn't like to take the bus. He used to get bullied the most there, so he figured that in order to stop it, he'd have to start walking home. It wasn't much of problem since his apartment was near.
He lived on his own in a small apartment. He moved out of his parents' house at sixteen for future experiences of living on his own. His parents thought that it might've helped him to know what living by himself and paying his bills was.
In the beginning, sure, it was tough, but after the first three months moths, he eventually put everything in order and the difficulties became less.
Castiel stopped at the corner of the sidewalk and checked both sides for any signal of coming cars. The road was empty and he started to walk again.
But just as he was about to turn the corner to the road where all the apartment building were, he heard a car honk behind him.
Slowly, he turned. He thought it might've been some jerk from school that saw an opportunity to make fun of him. But it wasn't.
The impressive black car—from his little car knowledge, thanks to his father, he recognized it as a Chevy Impala— parked next to him and a short young boy got out. He had long, straight brown hair with green colored eyes. He wore a beige jacket that seemed too big for his small frame.
"Um," He started uneasily. It was obvious that the two other people in the car had forced him to talk to the complete stranger of Castiel. "Do you know where Truman High School is at?"
Castiel pointed to the direction where the school was at, "You take this street and go straight until you see an apple tree on the corner and you turn left and there it is." He smiled.
"Thank you." The boy grinned and went over to the driver's window to tell the man the instructions.
He noticed the two men in the car. One was old and tired, like if he had never slept in his life due to work. Then there was the younger, very handsome one. He resembled the young boy in so many ways, except he had a lighter shade and shorter style of hair, so Castiel assumed they were brothers. He was looking out the window, thinking about something.
The guy licked his lips and turned to mumble something to the older man. When he was done, his eyes spotted Castiel. Castiel could tell he was wondering why the complete stranger was still standing there.
"I'm glad I could help, kid." He told the young boy and walked away.
Something about that encounter made him weird. Castiel didn't know what, but he decided to ignore it and just keep heading home.