The New Kids' Name Is Dean.
Dean Winchester. I Like It, It's Mysterious. And I Like Him.
I'm Sure Every Other Girl In This Room Does Too. His Features Are Chiseled And Masculine, Not Something You See On Every Seventeen Year Old Boy, His Body Follows Suit. He Has Closed Cropped Brown Hair And Brilliant Green Eyes. He Has Model Looks, That Was For Sure, But He Also Has This Edge To Him, It's Dark And Some What Scary. His Tight T-shirt, Jeans And Beat Up Jacket Add To It.
The Teacher Directs Him To A Seat, I Don't Really Pay Attention To Which One.
Maybe I Should, Because It Seems That His Seat Is Meant To Be Right Next To Mine.
He Shoots Me A Smile, No, More Of A Grin.
A Cocky One To Be Exact.
"I'm Dean."
I Can Feel My Lips Curve Into A Sweet Little Smile, The Same One I Always Give. I Tuck A Stray Piece Of My Golden Blonde Hair Behind My Ear Before Reaching My Hand Out To Him As An Invitation For A Handshake.
"Nice To Meet You. I'm Serena, Serena Van Der Woodsen."