Castiel Novak walked through the school corridors with his head bent down. As usual. He could feel peoples eyes laying on him and he could hear whispers about him. He pulled the books he was holding across his chest tighter to him as if they would save him from the judging.
But in a way he was happy that people took notice in him. He used to be the guy that nobody looked twice at if they could avoid it. Unless someone was picking at him, then everybody looked at him. Castiel hadn't cared as that much. He accepted that he was the guy nobody wanted to hang with, the guy nobody cared about. He was the quiet boy that took nothing but shit from others. He simply was everybody's punching bag.
But over the summer, he had felt a need for change. He didn't want to be that guy anymore. He wanted people to know him as Castiel and not that guy. He started to dress differently and he got himself a new haircut. He trained on his social skills, that used to be dreadful. He had a lack of understanding irony and humor, which often him look like a fool. It wasn't as that much better, but at least he didn't sound like a complete idiot anymore.
Castiel thought that the first day would be easy, that nobody would notice. But oh, how wrong he was. Everybody noticed. He didn't get much further than through the huge doors in the front of the school before people started talking.
That Guy looks different.
I think That Guy is trying to stand out.
That Guy think he's so special.
Castiel started to regret his decision of changing. He missed the capability of hiding behind his bangs when he felt like he was being stared at. He also missed his old clothes. He used to wear dark, discrete clothes. Maybe a pair of dark jeans, a shirt and a black hoodie. He looked down at himself. He was wearing a pair of chinos, black sneakers and a blood red shirt.
His heart started beating like its gone crazy. What had he done? Why did he change?
Castiel didn't get much time to think of his poorly decision, because he was late for class. He rushed to the room he was supposed to be in, and almost turned around when he saw that almost the whole classroom was full. But he gathered the tiny amount of guts he had and walked in the room with a normal pace. To his luck – he almost got down on his knees and thanked the lord – there was a free table. It even was in one of the corners in the back.
Castiel had just gotten settled when the teacher walked through the door.
"Good morning! My name is Clay Evans and I will be your professor in business class." Castiel took a quick look at the teacher. His hair was blonde, but it had a reddish tone. The eyes were light green. Castiel looked down at his bench and drifted off from reality.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but is this room A204?" said a loud voice, interrupting Mr. Evans.
"Yes it is. And you are?"
Castiel looked up. Mr. Evans was looking at the door, but Castiel didn't see the person he was talking to. Too many interested heads were in the way.
"Awesome. I'm sorry I'm late, but I got lost. I'm new here, so..." At the word new, people immediately started talking. Castiel on the other hand just tried to get a glimpse of the person.
"Oh, you must be Dean Winchester. I'm Clay Evans. Please, take a seat."
The talking faded out as the boy slowly walked further in the room. When he cast a quick look around the room, Castiel finally saw him. It almost took his breath away. It was the eyes. Those green, soft, beautiful eyes that almost made him lay down on the floor and cry. Castiel forced himself to look away, not to stare anymore than necessary. But he failed. He took a quick look at the rest of the boy. He was wearing a pair of denim jeans, a brown leather jacket, a green and unbuttoned shirt, and a black shirt underneath. His muscles were still visible underneath all of those layers of clothing, and it made a pretty good statement of how much muscles he actually had. His hair was brown and a bit short. He wore a necklace in the form of a weird head. Castiel had no idea what it was representing. When Dean looked his way, Castiel looked down at his books and almost started shaking with angst. He could feel Dean's eyes resting on him and a heat started to bubble on his cheeks. Dean sat down at the table next to him and Castiel could feel his heart in his throat, beating harsh.
Bo-boom.
Bo-boom.
Castiel didn't look at Dean during the whole class and he couldn't help himself from running out of the room when the bell rang.