It was a crisp, lovely fall day. Leaves were falling gracefully to the ground, and the wind is gently blowing, sending a breeze through the dying grass outside the window. But Meg didn't give two shits about the weather. She was too busy glaring at the new kid sitting in front of her.
How dare he march in here, into her classroom, answer all the questions-correctly, no less- and act like it wasn't a big deal. The nerve. She had half a mind to snap his pretty little neck. Didn't everyone in this school know this was her department? She was the smart one, the future president. Not some smarmy little bastard with bright blue eyes and bedhead.
Not that she had noticed his eyes. Or his hair. Okay, fine, she had, and he was very, very pretty, with bright blue eyes, a hopeful smile, and ridiculous sex hair. But he wasn't her type. No, her exes were assholes like Luci, or Crowley. Inner city schools didn't offer much in the way of power and prestige, but she'd take what she could get. And then this utter dick just shows up? It's senior year. No one transfers senior year.
Never mind that. Meg was gonna take this guy down,
"Miss Masters? Are you listening to me Margaret?"
"Um, what?" Meg snapped into the present and looked up into the eyes of her teacher, Mr. Michaels. He was the History teacher, and had a reputation for not taking crap from any students. Now she looked lazy to him. And it was all because of the new kid- Castiel Novak.
"Miss Masters, I was asking if you could tell us about the economic impact that socialism has had on capitalist countries." There was no question in his voice, so Meg launched into her spiel. Thankfully, this was relatively easy stuff to her.
"So," she concluded, "From that incident, we can clearly tell that Capitalism is a highly superior form of economy to any other. You can't just trust the government to run things properly. That's how a country goes to shit."
Mr. Michaels sighed. "Very nice Meg. Anyone else want to contend that?"
Meg sat back in her seat. No one ever contested her. She was the queen. Even the new kids could tell. Her father was Azazel Masters, the fucking king of the banks. The only reason she was even in a public school was because he wanted her to stay tough. Meg's eyelids fluttered shut, and she put her hands behind her head.
"You there Mr. Novak? You have something against Miss Masters' statement?"
Meg's eyes shot open and immediately darted over to where the smiley little shit was sitting, with his hand eagerly raised in the air.
"Yes, sir. You see, there are actually quite a few problems with the basic format of capitalism. I feel like Miss Masters mostly ignored them in her monologue. Would you mind if I shared them with the class?" Meg groaned, but the rest of the class, those traitors, made no objections.
"Well, first of all..." Castiel began. Meg rested her head on her hand. This was going to be a long class.
"Hey! New kid!" Meg yelled out at Castiel's back as he walked down the hallways at the end of the day. He turned around with a look of utter suprise.
"My apologies, were you talking to me?" Meg rolled her eyes violently.
"Of course I fucking was, who else is here?" Cas looked around and noticed, probably for the first time, that there was no one else in the hallway. Meg had planned it that way, of course.
He looked at her and frowned a little. "I don't believe you should use that sort of language. It's generally regarded as rude, at least where I'm from."
Meg snorted and sidled up towards him, making him back up a little towards the wall.
"And where are you from, Clarence?" He blinked at the name. She didn't know where that came from, it just seemed fitting, given his whole 'Holier-Than-Thou' aura.
"P-Pontiac. Pontiac Illinois." She leaned in a little closer and he licked his lips nervously.
"And do you know where we are now, sugarpants?" Meg nearly whispered in a sickly sweet tone.
"Chicago, if I'm not mistaken." Castiel's eyes darted around.
"Bingo! And around these parts, ya know who's Queen?" He gulped.
"I wasn't aware there was a designated ruler of this school."
"I'm the fucking Queen." She hissed, sticking her face up next to his.
"Um." Cas mumbled. Their extremely close proximity wasn't very comfortable for him, apparently.
"And because I'm the fucking queen, everyone does as I say, and they don't get in my fucking way. That goes for you too, sweetie. I don't appreciate that little show you put on in History class. It better not happen again." She poked a finger into his chest and turned to walk away.
"I don't believe that I will be at all deterred in my scholastic behaviors, but thank you anyway." Castiel said to her retreating back.
Meg growled to herself. She was going to gut the smarmy dick.
But first she had homework.