A/N: Alright so, this is my first SPN fanfiction, the first time I publish here and the first time I write in English. Well. I am truly sorry for any kind of mistakes and if this sucks, I am currently looking for someone to beta me but it seems that nobody's up to. So yeah, if any of you are interested in beta-ing me, just send a PM! I had this idea when I was in class and I really don't know how this came to me. But I hope you'd enjoy it anyway, cause I do!
EDIT: I finally have a beta! Thanks at XthesilverliningX for correcting my mistakes! I'll see you soon enough with the 2nd chapter
Chapter 1
Late. It was the first day of school and I was already late. New school, new classes, new people, and they're going to refer to me as "the guy who was late". I received a letter few days ago, saying I was admitted into the school and that I had to go to the gymnasium on Monday at 8, where the headmaster would greet the new students and give us our timetable for the year. But I awoke too late this morning and even though I ran from my home to school, I still was 10 minutes late. When I could eventually see the gymnasium only a few feet away from me, a feeling of relief rushed through my veins. I stood by the door for a short time, trying to catch my breath, then decided not to be late any longer and opened the door. At first, I thought that the greeting was already over because there was no sound in the room, but I quickly noticed that every student, every teacher and the headmaster above all were staring at me. Soon, whispers started to take place everywhere in the room but before I could catch a single word, principal Singer made everyone silent.
"Boys, please" he said to the other students before turning his attention to me. "Well, you must be Castiel Novak, you're the only one missing. We thought you weren't going to show up." Whispers started again but this time, Mr. Singer wasn't that calm and shouted in the microphone, "Oh boys please could you just shut the fuck up for a second! Anyway, Mr. Novak, please take a seat so we can carry on". Everyone's attention was focused on me once again and I couldn't stand it, so I glanced up and quickly noticed a chair not far from where I stood. I reached it within a second, before the principal continued his speech.
"Alright boys, as I was saying, this school is not like any other school and you know that, otherwise you wouldn't be here. All of you have heard what kind of classes are taught here, and agreed not to reveal anything about it, unless you ask me first." A sigh passed over my lips as I remember what was waiting me this year. This school was the best for every boy who wanted to work in the gay porn industry, either as an actor, a producer or a writer.
"I'm also aware that this situation is not acceptable in the big bad world, that's why for the ones who aren't adults yet, we'll send your parents fake results every month so they'll think their child is doing great and won't ask or reveal anything about our 'specialties'." That was why it was the best school, for me at least, who wanted to write about gay romance. Being the child of a very religious man wouldn't allow me that, if Father knew what I really liked he'd surely send me to a Christian Gay-to-Straight conversion camp on the spot.
"Before I give you your timetable, I'll let your teachers introduce themselves to you." As the elder man left the microphone, a rather good-looking, blonde-haired guy took the microphone off the stand and started to talk with what seemed to be an English accent. "Hello boys! First, I'm glad I'm going to work with you for the next few months," he said, winking at one guy at the second row who blushed slightly. "The name is Roche, but call me Balthazar, you know, like the angel. I'll be your practice teacher but if you need help with anything, I can also be your psychologist." He winked one last time to another boy in the first row this time before giving the microphone to another man.
"Well hum… hi… hum I'm Mr. Chuck hum… wait, no, I mean Mr. Shurley, but you can call me Chuck, and I'll be your hum… literature teacher" The man didn't say anything else and looked at his foot. There was an awkward silence until a rather short guy sighed heavily and took the microphone from Chuck's hands. "Heyaaaaa boyyys! I'm Gabriel, angel name as Balthazar because we both have some angelic mojo," he waved and winked at the other teacher who chuckled and winked back. "I'll be the one who's gonna teach you everything you need to know about how to make the perfect gay porn movie! Also, we'll mostly work with angel-boy. While he's gonna teach his class how to act in front of a camera, well, you'll be the one behind the camera!" He smiled, gave the microphone to a fourth man with glasses and took a lollipop from his pocket.
"Thank you Gabriel, can you now go suck your lollipop away from me?" The midget didn't say anything but made his way toward the practice teacher. "Well, the name is Mark but everybody call me Lucifer here, 'cause I am one hell of an angel. Anyway, I'll be your Art history teacher so nice to meet you." That Lucifer guy smirked and gave the microphone to the last teacher present, a rather fat guy with an accent I didn't recognise.
"Hello boys, the name is Crowley and I'll be your anatomy teacher. If I can give you some advice, just be ready to talk dirty in my class." A chill ran down my spine as the man gave us a not so innocent smirk. Finally, the headmaster took the microphone again. "Alright, now your head teachers are going to call you by classes, then you'll go into their classroom where they'll give you your timetables. For those who want to go in boarding, there will be an information meeting next week…"
The man continued his speech for a while and then the teachers started to call for their students. Gabriel was the first to call about fifteen guys and led the way to his classroom. Then it was Balthazar and Chuck's turn. When the literature teacher left, that meant there were only two teachers left: Lucifer and Crowley. I didn't really want to go with either of them. I wanted to become a writer not an actor or anything else. I think it would have been better if they had assigned me to the literature teacher, but oh well.
Eventually, Lucifer called my name. I held a sigh and quickly joined my classmates. There were only four of us at the moment, and I didn't really know what to think of them. There was a really skinny blonde-haired guy, another one who wasn't that much bigger, and a really muscular dark-haired boy. The teacher called three other guys then, one of them was some Asian boy called Kevin. The second one, called Ash, had long hair at the back of his head, and finally the third one, a dark-haired man too was called Inias. Except that Kevin boy, it seemed we all had weird names. I couldn't remember the name of the first three guys but well. Lucifer called a Sam then, who proved to be a giant guy, surely the tallest in the school.
Finally, my head teacher called one last person, Dean. At least these two last guys didn't have some kind of weird name, I thought to myself. But my thoughts were quickly cut off as Dean stood up and made his way toward us. He was tall, not as much as Sam the giant though, had short blonde hair, some freckles over his face and the greenest eyes I've ever seen. As he passed right before me, I quickly lowered my head, not wanting to catch any unwanted attention again, and held my breath. But it seemed that the boy didn't even notice me and made his way toward Sam without paying attention to anybody. He ruffled the boy's hair, or at least tried his best as he had to be on his tiptoe to reach the giant's head. A feeling of loneliness rushed through my veins at that sight.
These two boys seemed pretty attached to each other, they must be boyfriends or something. I sighed again, remembering that it was something I had never experienced before and probably never will. That's where you wonder why I want to write about gay romance I guess. How I am supposed to write something I've never experienced before? Well, that's why I came into this school, to experience things I'd never do on my own. That didn't mean it'd be easy though.
"Ok boys, time to go," our head teacher said as we followed him through the yard and different corridors, finally reaching his class. "Come in and take a seat, whichever you want but at the three front rows please." Everyone hurried to have the best seat, which resulted in me and two other guys at the front row. It seemed that that kind of behaviour was the same in every high school.
"So, as I said earlier, the name is Mark but you can call me Lucifer. I am the only Art History teacher here and I'll be your head teacher for the following year. If you have any questions about anything, you can ask me and I'll do my best to help you." He paused for a second, looked at some papers on his desk and continued. "Anyway, before I show you around, I'm going to give you your timetables. When I call your name, come here to get it and introduce yourself in a few words."
Ah. This was going to be awkward, I'm not really the kind of person who's comfortable with talking to people I don't know yet. But I couldn't evade now, and going to this school was my choice and I was ready to do everything I could to succeed, to be the greatest writer of gay romance. Not that there were a lot of them, but still.
The teacher called three people before me, some Garth, Adam and Michael guys. They introduced themselves briefly before getting their timetables. Then, it was my turn. My hands were shaking, I could hear my heart beating and I couldn't breathe properly but I could do it, I had to do it. I lowered my head and stood up before going next to Lucifer's desk. I could do it. I breathed deeply knowing that everyone was looking at me and slowly looked up.
"My name is Castiel, I am 17 and live only 2 miles away from here." I paused for a second, thinking, and continued. "I came here to improve my writing skills. I… I want to be a writer about gay romance. It is nice to meet you." I took my timetable from Lucifer's hands and went back to my seat before looking at it. Everything seemed fine, except for one lesson: the one with Balthazar, the practice teacher. I was so apprehensive about his class. I would have to do things I've never done before, in front of people I don't know, and who will shoot me. But this was the only way I'd found to be able experience the sensations, the feelings of the act. I knew it wouldn't have been possible outside this school because here, the other students would have to deal with me even if it's only for their studies.
As I was lost in my thoughts, trying to reassure myself for the year I was going to spend here, three other guys introduced themselves as Kevin, Ash and Inias before our teacher exclaimed, "Wow, this is the first time two relatives come into this same school. I guess you are brothers or cousins, Sam and Dean. Anyway, you can come here both, introduce yourselves and get your timetables."
The giant boy got up, followed by the handsome green-eyed boy I saw earlier and started to speak. "Hey guys, my name is Sam and this is my brother Dean." The said-man grinned and continued, "Ah, by the way, I'm the eldest, even if Sammy is kind of giant, he's two years younger than me." Sam poked his brother on the shoulder, glaring at him and making a face. "Come on Sammy, you know that size doesn't count, even if mine is still bigger than yours."
Lucifer cleared his throat, asked Dean to watch his language and finally gave them their timetables. When the brothers walked toward their seat, my heart stopped as I made eye contact with Dean, who had a smirk on his face. The boy had the most amazing green eyes I've ever seen. It wasn't the kind of color which was fading away compared to most of the people. No, his eyes were mesmerizing, you could lose yourself in them, you could see yourself drowning in them but still didn't want to look away. But before I could do or say anything, he had already joined his seat at the third row. What has just happened.
A/N: ... So? Reviews are like free food. And free food motive me!