AN: Hi there! Before we begin I'd like to give a little background on this little project. My friend and I have been working together to create this little story. Basically she sends me the rough draft and I edit and post it. Basically this is the story of her Destiel High School AU Universe. I'll link her tumblr at the bottom of the chapter if you are interested.
Castiel walked down the corridor to his locker, completely oblivious to the world around him as usual. So, it will come of little surprise to you to know that he jumped a little when he noticed the tall, sandy haired footballer leaning against his locker.
Castiel just stood and stared at him for a moment, before finally building up the courage to go and speak to him.
"Excuse me. That is my locker," he mumbled in his usual gravelly voice.
The gruff voice startled Dean. He turned around to face the other boy, and found himself unable to not notice how blue the boy's eyes were. They were like nothing he had ever encountered before. Dean blinked and shook his head slightly, it was not normal to stare at somebody's eyes for as long as he had.
"Oh! Uh...Castiel Novak?" Dean asked, quickly recovering himself and wearing a slightly nervous expression on his face.
Castiel was amazed that the boy knew his name. No one knew his name. Especially not this person. He was popular, and popular people cared less for the likes of Castiel then anyone else in this school.
"Yes, I believe that is my name. You are Dean Winchester right?"
Of course Castiel knew that it was Dean Winchester. Everybody knew Dean Winchester; he was the most popular kid in the school. Although it was a bit strange to see him not surrounded by girls, whether they were flirting with him or yelling at him they were almost always there. So, despite knowing that this was Dean Winchester, Castiel felt it would be only polite to return the gesture.
"Yeah. Look, my algebra teacher sent me here to find you. I am failing and if I don't pass I won't graduate and he said that you were really good and that maybe you could tutor me?" Dean looked down at his feet. He hated admitting that he had a weakness and hated even more having to ask for help.
"Yeah. Sure," Castiel responded hesitantly, still trying to process the last couple of minutes. Castiel still couldn't believe that Dean Winchester was actually speaking to him, but he was willing to help.
"Really? Great! Um...when are you free?"
"Whenever."
Castiel doesn't get out much.
"How about Wednesday?"
"Wednesday sounds good."
"Awesome. I'll see you then. It's a date."
And with that Dean walked away leaving Castiel to ponder the meaning of his use of the term 'date'. Also he had no idea where Dean lived...
AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter! My friends tumblr as promised:
the-unquiet-fangirl