They would do anything to get away from eachother.
It was just his inner personality, dumb, sporty, rude, unkind, and those cold eyes.
The only true word I could say about him was hate.
Sira's PoV
I sat on the stairs of the school. I was waiting for Rosalya's late ass. I was freezing, and that girl wouldn't show up.
"Come on already, it's freaking cold…" I mutter under my breath.
I see a red-head walk out the school. My eyes widen. No. Not him.
Castiel Winters.
I knew about him a lot, even though we tried our best to avoid eachother.
I continued to write in my notebook, very aware that he was staring at me. I looked up at him.
"What do you want?"
He smirked. "Watching you. What are you writing?"
He plopped down next to me and I shifted uncomfortably.
"Waiting for Rosalya's late ass."
He laughed. "Oh, her? She's always late. But she's never late for a date with Leigh."
I shrugged and continued the song lyrics I was writing.
Moving like the speed of sound
Feet can't keep off the ground
Can't stay in one place
Keep moving like a bullet train
Like a bullet train
He lifted my hair and put it on my ear, then smirked again.
"Just because I did that doesn't mean I like you, bitch. Now, what is this? Song lyrics? Or a song that you wrote?"
"Song lyrics."
"Because I like it."
I froze, shocked.
"You like this?"
He shrugged. "Why not? It's a good lyrics. I bet it has a good beat. I know this song anyway. One of my favorites." He snorted.
"Do you sing?" I whispered. He froze.
"…No. Lysander sings. I play the guitar. And not the wooden ones. The electric ones."
"I play the Electric Guitar. One of my favorite bands are called Papa Roach."
He smirked. "Nice band."
I sighed, got up, and stretched. "I'm done waiting for her slow ass. I'm gonna text her and go home."
"Sounds like a good plan." He grinned. "It's freezing out here."
I pulled out my phone and texted her, my fingers burning with cold.
"I'm leaving, you're too slow. Plus it's cold. See you at school tomorrow."
I tossed my phone into my bag and looked at Castiel. "Need a ride home?"
"You don't know where I live."
"Sure about that?"
He got into my beautiful red Ferrari and we drove off.
"This car is beautiful." He commented.
"I know." I hummed.
We arrived in front of a big mansion made of black wood and white marble.
"Holy… crap." He stared at my house in awe.
"What? It's just a three billion dollar house." I shrug.
"Can… I stay at your house?" He asked. I laughed.
"No, you can't. But when I think you're mature enough…"
"I'm only three!" He whined sarcastically.