He'd been sent to a new school. What's worse was that it was a a ridiculously snobby boarding school. What was even worse. It was boys only.
Being led down a corridor by the head of his year, a smart boy with blue eyes a blondish hair. He'd caught on that the other boys name Adam, being shown to his room. Which he would have to share. Brilliant.
Not one for sharing, when he was little he was repeatedly kick out of the sand box because he didn't share his toys. He was slightly possessive.
They reached room number 17 and Adam knocked twice. They stood awkwardly waiting for it to be answered, you could hear the scramble to answer from the other side. Obviously his room mate wasn't as clean or preppy as everyone was made out to be.
The door open and a dishevelled man with brown curly hair and dark brown eyes. He opened it just enough to poke his head out, his eyes shifted nervously. The dude behind the door stared at Adam for a while, until Adam cleared his throat.
"Hi, Chuck this is your new room mate. His name is Castiel. You erh, wanna let him in?"
The guy called Chuck blinked several times before closing the door, Adam looked at Castiel and shrugged. A couple of minutes later Chuck was back at the door and opened it properly.
"Hi man, I wasn't expecting a room mate. I'm Chuck." The brown haired man smiled and stuck out his hand in a polite manner, the brown haired boy took it out of habit and shook once. Adam looked uncomfortable, before deciding to leave us so he could 'settle in'.
Castiel walked into the room dragging his suitcase behind him, it was an alright size with two single beds on either side of the room. Chuck had already claimed one as he had been here first. Not one to be awkward Castiel walked over to the empty bed and threw his suit case onto it, it wasn't heavy. he don't own much stuff.
He started unpacking, sorting through things he would most likely need to hide and stuff he could shove in draws. Castiel was craving a cigarette. Not wanting to be rude (old habit die hard) he turned to Chuck.
"Mind if I smoke?" The other boy looked slightly surprised but nodded pulling out a lighter as if to say they were in the same boat. Maybe they were.
Castiel pulled out my pack and placed one between his lips opening the window before lighting up. The rush of smoke down to my lungs was comfortable and relaxing. Plopping down onto the bed he decided he could get to like Chuck, at least they could sit in a comfortable silence. Castiel smoking, him tapping away at his laptop like it was going out of fashion.
Chuck looked up and noticed Castiel staring at him, intrigued he gave a weak smile before going back to what ever he was doing. Checking his phone Castiel saw a text from Gabriel. His older brother, he was the one he was close to and he was also the most upset that Castiel been shipped off to this shit hole.
Cas I miss you already.
Michael is a drag, no one is any fun!
COME BACK!
): Gabe x
Smirking Castiel put his phone back into his jacket pocket. Castiel went back to unpacking; holding his cigarette between my lips, keeping my hands free. Castiel moved through to the bathroom which was a decent size. White tiles everywhere. A shower with separate bath. Very high class. Dumping his toiletries next to the vanity mirror. He looked rough as he stared at his reflection. He rubbed his hand over his blue eyes and took a drag from his cigarette.
There was a knock at the door, hearing Chuck get up to get it Castiel shuffled back into the main room; interested that his room mate had what? Friends' maybe? Chuck didn't seem to be the type that had many friends.
Turns out Castiel was right, Chuck had been making a deal with on of the seniors. As in drugs. It was quite impressive. Chuck was defiantly in his good books now. It ment he had a source to feed his addiction, which was quite handy as he didn't need to go looking now.
"What do you deal?" Chuck had just closed the door and Castiels deep, rough voice made him jump.
"Erh what do you mean?"
"Chuck I'm not idiot. What drugs do you sell imbecile."
"Oh, mostly weed, some of the older guys want something harder so my boss lets me sell cocaine here sometimes as well."
Castiel thought for a moment then nodded to himself, he would need a fix and his stash would only last him for so long. A week at the most.
"Well Chuck you have just found a new client." His face was still deadpan, but what he said made Chuck relax and return to his laptop.
It was a Sunday so everyone was really relaxed around campus, Castiel wouldn't have class till the next day and it wasn't an exciting prospect. He stubbed out his cigarette on the window sill and flicked it out of the window.
The room was beginning to feel really claustrophobic, needed some air. To get away from Chuck infernal tapping. Sighing, Castiel grabbed his phone which was still on the message page and shoved it into his jeans.
He didn't bother telling Chuck where he was going, it wasn't any of his business anyway. Castiel stopped out side his door thinking of where to go, he pulled out his packet of cigs and placed one between his lips without lighting it.
He walked the way he had arrived, following his way to the outside world. Adam had told him the school had a decent library that was open till about 5. He had time.
Not many people were around, Castiel thought it must have been that people were lounging in their dorms or doing last minute homework for the next day. He saw a couple of guys playing football on the field next to the path, he stopped to watch for a moment. He lit his cig and breathed in it's beauty. Before releasing the bluish smoke into the darkening sky.
The guys that were playing football looked close, one was obviously older than the other. Probably by a couple of years. That's all Castiel took in before getting bored and moving on.
As he saw the library he flicked his cigarette butt away, breathing out his last puff of bluish smoke. He pushed the door and was relieved that at least he wouldn't be freezing as he scanned the hundreds of isles for a good book.
There were a few lads milling about, a few at desks pouring over books. Cas made his way to the back of the library, out of the way of curious glances. No one recognized him obviously, and at a boarding school it was rare to not at least recognize someone. He found the theology section and walked down, the books looked ridiculously old and lots of them had plastic wallets over the covers to protect them.
Castiel pulled out a battered old, red book which had a plastic cover and looked at the front. It was about angels. He gave it a quizzical look, his mum before she died had said that he was named after an angel.
He gave a smirk finding it ironic, he was named after an angel yet he did drugs and wasn't exactly part of the God squad. His brothers were all named after angels as well. This reminded him about the text he never replied to from Gabriel, holding the book in one hand and his phone in the other he walked over to a comfy arm chair and plopped down.
Gabe I've been gone a day
Stop being pathetic
Go get a wife you lonely sod
Goodbye.
Castiel
Putting his phone on silent then putting it back into his pockets he opened the battered old book. As Castiel flicked through the pages a bookmark fell out, it wasn't really a bookmark; just a piece of old paper which was now dead straight from being sat inside the book.
Castiel tilted his head as he looked at the mysterious piece of paper. He turn it over and found a name and number scrawled on it, he smirked again. It was a hook up or a very funny prank, they probably got bored and put 50 of these in different books.
It read
Dean Winchester – Call this number
Followed by the guys' number. Castiel wondered if it was a hook up how big a percentage of this school was gay? Or bi? Castiel had to say that he was in fact part of the percentage, though he wasn't gay or bi he didn't like labels. If someone asked to have sex with him though there would be no objections.
Castiel sat thinking for a while, book open on his lap, book mark face up on the page. It as time for the library to be closing, most of the lads idled slightly as they lazily made their way to the door. He decided he would ask Chuck out this guy, he was intrigued to find out who exactly the guy was (if he was still around) and if it was indeed a prank.
Cas made his way back to theology and replaced the book, he may come and borrow it when he got all his school shit sorted. Then made his way back to his dorm, ne noted the guys who had been playing football earlier were now sprawled out on the floor looking up at the sky, it was a clear and warm night. Stargazing maybe?
Castiel looked up and noted that it was a beautiful night, he would sit on the window ledge and smoke a few cigs before bed. This is mind he carried on his journey to his dorm, not sparing another thought for the guys on the field.
He didn't bother knocking on the door he doubted Chuck had moved from his earlier position, he simply pushed the door open. He was correct in the fact that Chuck was still sat on his head, back against the wall feet hanging over the edge, laptop on his legs.
"You know if you sit with your laptop on your legs for a long period of time your sperm will become less effective." Castiel said with a deadpan expression, Chuck looked up at his new dorm mate, shock evident in his expression. Castiel smirked.
"Seriously?" Castiel nodded then made his way over to the window sill, sitting on the wide ledge, back against one wall feet pressed against the other, knees almost touching his chest. He looked back at the brown hair man and laughed slightly, he was tapping even more aggressively than earlier obviously researching whether what the dark haired man had said was in fact true.
Castiel turned and pushed the window open; he looked up at the starry sky whilst he grabbed a cigarette. He could of done with a joint but as he had to make a half way decent impression tomorrow he decided against it, he could become nasty when coming down from a high.
In stead he sat there as the hours ticked by staring at the sky, still pondering the mysterious bookmark which now resided in his pocket.
The air was warm and comforting. Though Castiel dreaded his next day. He looked forward to his time here. He may be able to pull some fun out of this hell hole after all.
