The whispering was pointless, everyone seemed like they were yelling, Castiel just couldn't concentrate on his task at hand. What was the point of coming to a library if you're just going to be making so much noise? Castiel sat at a mahogany coloured table, books spread out in front of him with his head in hands.
He had three essays to write, but all he had in him was guilt from the neglecting his assignments and absolutely no motivation at all.
He took off his glasses and placed them in front of him. Elbows up on the table and he held his face within cupped hands. He glanced up and sighed. He observed his surroundings; hundreds of books were stacked neatly on shelves around him, some laid I various places on the ground. Left there by students unconcerned about how precious books actually were. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating smell of the books that mixed in with the air.
He was lost in deep thought that he hadn't noticed that he had shut his eyes until a loud laugh stunned him from his own thoughts. His eyes swept across the room to where the source of the noise was coming from.
His eyes landed on two guys and a sweet looking young blonde girl. One of the guys with shorter hair was complaining at the taller male about how cake and pie weren't the same thing. The taller one clearly amused letting out a rich, loud laugh at the other boy.
Castiel groaned and ran his fingers through his soft brown hair, his fingers kept getting stuck and tangled within it. He really ought to brush it out properly, he groaned again, this time blinking hard twice. He stretched out his arms and his slowly stiffening neck.
"Pie, cake. Cake, pie. Who cares about either, essay or essay? Or essay or essay? That's the question."
Castiel muttered the nonsense to himself as he grabbed a book sitting in front of him and started to flick through it. He had chosen to start on his Essay about Angels.
He had taken religion as a class, thinking it'd be essay and a bludge, considering he'd come from a very religious family. He had chosen to write about Angels from another point of view, he felt as though Angels weren't as everyone thought that they were. That they were Gods warriors and his soldiers not only pretty little things with big fluffy white wings and halos shining above their heads.
He picked up his pen and started tapping it against a notebook, carefully studying the words that spread across the page in front of him. He always loved reading about the angels, he always felt some weird connection to them. I mean his name was Castiel, that seemed pretty angelic to him.
About 35 minutes into reading, Castiel hadn't taken a single word down, to engaged by the words explaining who Gabriel was. A loud bang shocked Castiel, making him unwillingly let out a small cry.
He looked up to see where the source of the noise was coming from, the boy with the shorter hair had thrown down books in front of the young girl and taller boy.
"Sorry! Didn't know it'd be that loud!"
Castiel didn't notice he was staring at them until the short haired boy until he called out at him and gave him a small apologetic wave. Castiel locked eye contact with the boy, even from afar, he could tell the boy had amazing green eyes.
Their eye contact was held a little longer than Castiel was comfortable with, he also hadn't noticed he was holding his breath until he nodded back at the boy. He had forgotten how to speak and the other boy gently smiled back at him.
Castiel looked back down at his books, quickly picking up from where he was reading.
Another 20 minutes passed by and he could feel someone staring at him. With his head still facing down, Castiel slowly glanced up towards the short haired boy. And to what he expected, he could see the boy looking straight in his direction.
Castiel glanced back down, but the feeling didn't go away. This time he looked completely up and made eye contact with the boy. It didn't last long as Castiel looked away, he had forgotten about the book and the only thing that was playing on his mind was the odd boy staring at him.
Castiel unwillingly glanced up again, the boy wasn't staring at him anymore, but was saying something to the young girl. Castiel watched the boy talk, mesmerised by the way the boys jaw moved when he spoke. He had forgotten that he was an actual person sitting in the distance, until the green eyes were laid back on him.
Castiel embarrassingly looked straight down again, but the temptation of looking up at the boy took over once again. Their eyes met and the green eyed boy smirked at him.
Castiel found himself slowly raising one confused eyebrow, slowly turning his head to the side but not breaking eye contact. Finally he flickered his eyes away.
His attention now on a noisy couple just off the side of him, he couldn't think. His heart was beating so fast, he felt his breathing starting fasten.
What was wrong with him? He'd only seen this boy less than an hour ago and hadn't even spoken a word to him yet, but he felt like the boy had reached within his chest and had a hold on his heart.
He glanced back at the boy, he was no longer sitting with the tall boy and pretty blonde but strutting his way down towards him.