It's an ordinary day in class. The school bell rang, and you made your way towards the door, just like you did on usual occasion. Somewhat sunken in your thoughts, you walked out of the classroom. "Mph.. Peasants," you mumble as you walk down the hallway, that's currently flooded with running 9th graders. You walked faster, trying to make your way to the girl's room. You have a five minute break before your next class starts, and then it hit you: your next class is Religious Education. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, and take a liquid eyeliner out of your bag. Placing your bag in the sink, you lean a bit forward to get a good look on what you're doing. With the liquid eyeliner in your right hand, you bring it up to your face, when you notice you're shaking. You take another deep breath, put the palm of your hand on the side of your face and draw a line on your eyelid. Quite satisfied with the result, you start with the other eye.
"Who are you trying to look good for, huh?" Eleanor, who has been your high school friend for more than four years now, entered the bathroom. "Oh wait… You have class from Crowley today, don't you?!" She teased. You put the eyeliner back in your bag and turned around to stick out your tongue. "Hurry, we're late," you said as she was still checking herself out in the bathroom mirror. "I'm having class at the third floor, we can walk together?" Eleanor said. "Sure, though I will have to leave you at the second floor," you said dramatically, forcing a normal face as you tried to hide your joy. You both walked up the stairs, and when you reach the second floor you ask a bit disoriented: "Eh.. See ya in.. an hour, right?" Eleanor knew exactly what was going on. She smiled and answered: "See ya in an hour!"
She walked on to the third floor, as you make your way down the hall. Your heart starts beating heavily and you take a deep breath before you enter the classroom. You seat yourself at the second row at the window, to stop yourself from arousing suspicion among your fellow students. You noticed Crowley sitting behind his desk when you walked over to your seat. Putting the books you need in front of you, you placed your bag on the ground. You did your best not to look awkward, so you decided to look out the window. The classroom was filled with noisy students, talking about their fantastic weekends. Nobody came sitting next to you, since everybody thinks you're quite a freak with all the Doctor Who merchandise you possess. The table beside you remained empty.
Crowley stood up and walked over to the other side of the classroom to shut the door.
You were still looking out of the window when the Brit opened his mouth to speak. "Alright, alright.. Break's over," he began his lecture. "Oh god.. here we go," you thought. You followed his body while he walked around in the classroom, not paying attention to anything whatsoever he was saying. He has a habit, you found out a while ago. He has a habit of putting his one hand in his pocket while he's gesturing with the other, while walking around, lecturing. Your thoughts wandered off again. You tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but you couldn't. His voice sounds a bit husky, in a way you're falling for, without doubt. Your thoughts were interfered by the sweet scent of aftershave and whiskey, that was now rushing around you. It made you sit up straight, because that means he's close. You hear him behind you babbling on about the concept of Lucifer being cast out of Heaven. He made his way to your table, and decided to sit down on the empty table beside you. It left you but no choice to look up, and act like you are paying attention. He was lecturing, facing the other side of the classroom, but slightly tilled his head towards you. His eyes locked with yours. You didn't know what to do, so you looked away frowning, as if you were rehearsing in your head what he just said.
"The thing with Lucifer is, he loved God too much. So he got kicked out. There is a similarity between Rory Williams and Lucifer.. Rory loved Amy too much. Or, very much." You couldn't believe your ears. Did he just make a Doctor Who reference? Your eyes widened and shot them back at his. A smirk appeared on his face when he noticed, and he continued his lecture.
"But, Amy died for Rory. Amy loved Rory until death.." You interrupted. He stopped midsentence and placed a finger vertically on his lips. Quietly he whispered: "Spoilers…" A seductive grin appeared on his lips when you giggled at the second Doctor Who reference. Slightly blushing, you looked away, and he stood up. He slowly walked in the front of the classroom. "Jesus Christ," you thought. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket and opened up iMessage to text Eleanor about what just happened. You held your phone behind your leg, under the table, to make sure Crowley didn't see it.
[Text: OMG]
[Text: What just happened]
[Text: He made Doctor Who references IM BLUSHING HELP]
[Text: …]
You were typing your final message, was about to click the 'send' button when you suddenly realize Crowley wasn't lecturing anymore. Faces were looking at you and your eyes met Crowley's. You swallowed as you put away your phone pretty quickly, not losing eye contact.
"Wanna share it with us, or?" Crowley spoke up, rather angrily. His tone scared you. "N-no.. No, sir. I'm sorry."
"Can I have your phone? You'll get it back when the class is over." Oh god. You handed over your phone as you felt it vibrating while handing it over. You started sweating nervously, since it's probably a reply from Eleanor. "What if it says something embarrassing and he sees it?.. Or worse… What if it says something about him…" You tried to stop thinking about it. You didn't want to make a fool out of yourself in front of him. Your heart was beating heavily in your chest when you saw there's five more minutes left of this class. You couldn't concentrate at all, so you just pretended you are paying attention. Crowley sat behind his desk and gave up some homework. You heard everybody packing their bags, so you decided to do the same. Crowley was staring at his computer screen and wrote something on a notepad. You looked at the clock again, waiting for the sound of the school bell. Crowley finally stood up, walked over to you and put down your phone next to you. Immediately, he turned around, without saying anything. As he walked to the front he said to everybody in the classroom: "Have a nice day, and don't forget the homework!" as a sign of the end of this class. With a friendly smile he greeted his students as he waited for you to stand up. When you did, he turned to you and asked "Can I talk to you for a spare second?" He waited until everybody left the classroom and asked: "What does 'someone wants Crowley' mean?"
Your heart dropped as you recognize the message Eleanor just sent you.