I've decided to edit and combine some chapters of this fic to breathe new life into it. Don't mind me!

It wasn't like she hated him. She just didn't know him. She was never one to believe in rumors, but when it comes down to it some of those rumors seemed possible. One hand tightly gripping the student body president's shirt and the other pulled back into a fist ready to slam into his face. The rumors seemed to be true. Yes, it didn't seem like an understatement that he was hot-tempered and hostile most of the time. It just who Castiel was. Even the fact they had never interacted seemed impossible. She had been going to Sweet Amoris for two years! They were both loners and tended to find the most secluded spots in the high school to do put distance between them and people. Funny thing was, while the high school was puny it still seemed big enough to keep two outcasts from ever officially meeting. She knew who he was of course. It is not like there were many teens walking around with bright red hair, a leather jacket, and drove motorcycle to school everyday. The small chance he even knew her name or face was not even plausible. With them being neighbors you would have suspected he had some recollection of little Kira's face. He didn't. He probably would have never even known a Kira went to his high school if he didn't get a snowball in the face on a gray snowy November.

Kira's PoV

Fingers flying across the keyboard. Petite black jacket wrapped around my even smaller frame. Warm mocha sitting just within my grasp. It was a beautiful freezing morning. No one was bothering me. No one was watching me. Sighing as I yet again hit a writer's block I shut my laptop and set it beside me. Homework would have to wait. Resting my back against the wall I wrapped my fingers around my coffee cup trying to let some warmth back into them. One positive thing about being small was that it was easy for me to find tight spaces that nobody ever disturbed. I had been sitting on the steps that led into the gym. The door was always locked and it was in a spot that people rarely if ever passed by. Unnoticed and unchanging, in other words, perfect. Bringing the cup back to my chapped lips and I chugged down the coffee hoping to finish it before I headed out for first period. Cold cement penetrated my back as tucked myself into the side of the stairs while I cleaned up my mess of a backpack. Grasping my cup, I was about to head back when I heard voices just above me.

"You actually showed up today?" Nathaniel's voice rang in the silence.

I froze. Was he talking to me? I was about to stand up and answer when a voice, icy and cold like the newly fallen snow answered.

"Leave me alone prez. The only reason I never show up to school is because of how boring it is and I have to see your face here everyday." It was Castiel. Not knowing what to do I stayed silent and prayed that they wouldn't get into a fight. The chances of that seemed to dry up with each insult they chucked at each other.

"It seems like you don't understand the rules here. Maybe a detention will remind you on how to behave," Nathaniel who was always warm and welcoming seemed to have an angry edge to his voice.

I have to get out of here! Looking around me I realized there was no way they would not see a girl dressed in all black darting away with these frosty white surroundings. Even as I gathered my courage to try to sprint away their arguing was becoming more heated and intense. With one last retort I heard the crunch of snow as Castiel began to walk away. He was heading towards my direction!

"Hey, Castiel," Nathaniel called. I heard the footsteps stop and I could imagine Castiel turning around to face the student body president with fire in his eyes.

Wapow! I glanced up at where the unusual sound had come from only to see a red headed boy falling backwards directly where I was! I could only let out a terrified squeak before I was flattened into the ground. Hot coffee was soaked into my shirt and burning my stomach. I would have let out a yelp of pain if my face wasn't smashed into the snow making it impossible to breathe let alone whimper. My arms, pressed firmly to the ground so the only thing I could do was wave my short legs around hoping he would notice and move.

"What the hell, Nathan! You didn't have throw a snowball at me!" Over Castiel's booming voice I could hear Nathan's snickering in glee.

Finally, I was able to wrestle my head from underneath his back and breathe a little. "Umm… excuse me but can you please get off of me?"

Only then did Castiel pause and realize that instead of landing on the hard pavement he had landed on a small person. "What in the world were you doing over there?" Nathaniel asked as he pulled Castiel off of me and helped me up.

"Sorry," I whispered freezing cold, yet with my stomach hurting from the coffee. I just wanted to disappear. My t-shirt did nothing to hide the fact that a brownish liquid spilled on me when I was hit with the falling boy.

"Were you eavesdropping?" I looked up at the towering and incredibly intimidating red head. I didn't even reach his chest. I shook my head no. It wasn't like I was trying to listen to them fighting. They were just that loud. "What is a middle schooler doing over here anyways?" his blunt statement stung a little. If I wasn't in such a miserable mood I might have kicked him in the shins. Rude.

"Castiel! Don't you know this is Kira? She is in our history class," I fidgeted slightly with the knowledge that Nathaniel remembered me. I tended to stay out of sight as much as possible. Not only was Nathaniel is that class but also his sister, Amber.

"It's not like I show up to that class often enough to know everyone's name. Especially the name of a shrimp like her," his mocking tone finally irritated me enough that I just wanted him to shut up.

Turning around to face him, I kicked him in the shins. Gathering my belongings, I sprinted towards the gym door that wasn't locked. Terrified that Castiel was right behind me and ready to give me a beating I dove into the girl's locker room and put my p.e. clothes on. Now all I had to do was survive the rest of the day. Pulling on my black jacket over my tank top, it hit me. I had just made an enemy of Castiel. The school bad boy. It had been a struggle to avoid all contact with him. He almost seemed out to get me. Becoming obsolete, I had tried to blend in with the crowd as best as I could. Working at first, I had avoided all contact, but now I faced my biggest obstacle of the day… history. A class that was dreadful by itself, its awfulness only increased when I peered behind the door frame and spotted blood red hair. Shivering, I pulled back. He was there alright. Waiting. Looking. Preparing to pummel me until not even my aunt could recognize the pile of mush I would become. Castiel usually skipped history. With a clingy Amber all over him and his arch nemesis sitting behind him it was easy to see why he preferred to stay away. Today of all the days in the school year he had shown up. Today was just not my day. Contemplating if I should make a run for it, a snickering Nathaniel ruined my train of thought.

"You sure showed him!" he exclaimed, laughing behind his hand. "You should have been there when he realized what you had done! That confused look on that stupid mug of his. I should have taken a picture!"

Glaring at him I hissed, "well I am glad someone found that situation hilarious. Next time you see me will be at my funeral."

Nathaniel himself looked into the classroom before turning back to me. "Well look at that he has actually shown up to class… and on time!" Nathan patted my head and smiled gently. "Don't worry. I doubt he will do anything to get another detention. At least while you're in the classroom." We both knew it was a different story outside of safety of the teacher's vision.

Castiel wasn't lenient on those who had made him look like a fool. Making Nathaniel snark at his expense hadn't helped the situation either. Nodding even though I wasn't reassured at all I headed towards my desk. It was in the back corner near the teacher's desk. Trying to pass Amber without making any eye contact with the Medusa I didn't see the foot that shot out. It was too late when I realized that Castiel had chosen to sit next to her today. Bang! My wrist smacked a metal bar when I had put my hands out in an attempt to catch myself. Throbbing pain radiated throughout my arm. Biting back tears and any profanity that wanted to spew out of my mouth, I eased my way back up. Don't react. Don't react. Don't react. Muttering these words repeatedly I tried to make a run for the back when a hand stopped me.

"Are you okay Kira? You should be careful where you are going. Don't want any little kids getting hurt," his words dripped with mocking tenderness. Anger and mischief were dancing around in those grey eyes of his. Disgust rose like bile in my throat. Castiel was just lucky that the teacher wasn't in here yet. No one was going to speak on my behalf about this incident either. Too terrified of Castiel's anger. Ripping my injured wrist from his iron grip I couldn't help but at least part with one last word.

"Bastard," I growled before grinning like he was a decent human being and walking back towards my seat.

History passed by uneventfully after the teacher came in. Only a few glares directed my way during the time we read in the textbook. I could feel Amber and her posse looking between Castiel and I. Great. Just great. Not only did I have the biggest jerk in the school out for blood but now also the biggest bitch. I was now on Amber's radar. It didn't matter what relationship I had with Castiel. All that mattered was that I had a connection to him. If we were on good terms I would be hated because I would be seen as a rival. Since we were on bad terms all she had to do was treat me like trash and she might get a pat on the head from him. It sucked either way for me.

Just before the bell rang I was pulled to the side by Nathaniel. "The principal wants to talk to you," he urgently shoved me out the door and pointed towards the office. "The bell is going to ring soon so you better hurry before the flood of people began stampeding through."

Remembering every experience of having elbows and books smacked into my face, he didn't need to remind me twice. Nodding my head in thanks I fast walked towards the office. What in the world could she want? Nothing bad had happened. Besides the fact that Castiel was gunning for me, but the principal wouldn't be aware of that. The bell rang as soon as I reached her door.

"Excuse me, madam," my voice was soft and wobbly, "Nathaniel told me you wanted to see me?"

Patting one of the chairs across from her she smiled. "Sit down. Sit down. Don't worry you aren't in any trouble." Folding her hands she looked at me warmly. "One of our students isn't doing so well with their studies and I was hoping that you would be able to help them. All you would have to do is meet up with them at four after school on every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. You would just have to be there for a few hours."

I began to shake my head no. Refusing her offer seemed impossible though when she continued. "The tutoring would count as your club activity, so if you take this offer you won't have to join the gardening or basketball club." My shoulders drooped. I had forgotten about that requirement. Putting it off for a day, then weeks, and then months didn't seem possible anymore. Getting filthy or being sweaty. Neither were my thing. At least with tutoring I wouldn't have to do much physical activity and it could be fun… maybe. I tried to look enthusiastic.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea!"

"Great so it is all settled then," she looked around the room. "He should be here by now."

"Who?" I questioned.

"The person you are tutoring. He does have a tendency to be tardy though," she grumbled. Just then the door slammed open revealing a frazzled and pissed off Castiel Hayes.