Beep Beep Beep
I woke up to my alarm, at six am, as usual. Quickly, I turned over to Sam and woke him up. He would kill me if I didn't wake him up before I did.
"Wake up, loser" I groaned, at Sam whilst pushing him.
I moved over to see that John, shockingly, wasn't here. Normally, he isn't anyway and I hope that he left us the Impala because I need to get my little nerd to school somehow.
After eating a breakfast consisting of cold pizza, from last night's dinner (With complaining from Sam), we left for school at seven am in the amazing '67 Impala.
After ten minutes of driving, we managed to find Angel High. Which was a "U" shaped, brick building. It was three stories high and the outsides of the "U" were covered in glass for the wall.
When I parked the car, Sam jumped out and ran for his life. Which, sad to say, I found adorable.
After Sam joined the mass of people, who were sluggishly moving to the school and looked like humans with fabric turtle shells. I noticed someone out of the crowd.
He had raven colored hair, he looked about six feet tall. He had on a small back pack and looked about twenty or so. In one hand he carried a suitcase, with what I assume to be a laptop. He had on something around his neck and I couldn't see it too well. He looked like he had a rushed morning with an unshaven round face with square framed glasses. In his other hand he had a McDonald's iced coffee. All too soon my stalkerishness was over because he disappeared into the north entrance of the building.
I, gracefully, grabbed my back pack and turned off my car. After opening my door, I swaggered to the building slightly behind all the turtle people.
Upon opening the school doors I noticed the overwhelming sent of cinnamon. The tiled floors were clean, almost as if no one had ever walked on the floor. Lockers covered the walls nearly as far as I could see. The number closest to me was number twelve thousand. There aren't possibly twelve thousand people here.
The white walls were spotless, not even a hand print or smudge. They must have really good janitors and students for that to happen. Yay, a happy school full of do-gooders. I looked for the office, to get my schedule.
I saw a sign that read, "Office" and took my chances in following the arrow. The plain halls were lined with classrooms and lockers. Just looking at them made me hate school more and more.
I found the office with a bit of luck. Opening the door the room rank of Christmas, dear Lord it's like Christmas threw up and rolled in it, like a bath. That's how bad it smelt. I walked up to the secretary who wasn't too bad looking.
She had on a black shirt and black polka dotted with white skirt. She had on a wedding ring and a pearl necklace, she had red hair and blue eyes.
She said, "How may I help you?"
"Uhm, I ne-need my schedule."
"Name?"
"Dean, uh Dean Winchester."
"Here ya go." She said, handing me a white piece of paper.
Teacher
Room
Class
Mr. Novak, Castiel
201
Literature
Mr. Novak, Castiel
201
Study Hall
Mr. Novak, Gabriel
120
Physical Education
Lunch
Cafeteria
Mrs. Harville, Ellen
301
AP Calculus
Mr. Palmer, Cecil
101
Public Speaking
Mr. Palmer, Carlos
102
AP Chemistry
Ms. Pond, Amy
212
World History
Mr. Herondale, Jonathan
301
Adv. Spanish
Mr. Novak, Castiel
201
Study Hall
Dang, I have two study halls with Mr. Novak. Who the heck is that?
I headed over to room 201 quickly before the bell rang.
I went over to the first open desk there was since I was the last person in the room. The teacher walked in as soon as the bell rang.
It was the raven haired guy. Looking closer he was much more attractive. The morning look, looked good on him. He sat his iced coffee on the desk next to an apple.
His room was neatly decorated. He had flags from at least ten different countries. Each wall was a unique color, red, blue, and green. The wall at the front of the room had a Chalkboard, Whiteboard, and a Smartboard.
His desk had mementos from around the world. A mirror, microwave, his desk was like a mini apartment I could live there. Actually, I could do a little more than that I could wrap my arms around Mr. Novak and…
"Dean? Dean Winchester?" Called a heavenly voice from the front of the room
"Y-yeah?" I replied
"Please, come to the front of the room."
Suddenly, I became self-aware of what I was wearing. I had on a plaid shirt, in the colors of blue and green, a pair of tight, skinny jeans, which did not justice to my erection. I had high tops on which were bright yellow, and to top it off I wore an open jacket that was grey and said, "Nueve York" on it.
"Please tell us a little about yourself." Mr. Novak so politely said
"Well, I'm from Lawrence, Kansas. I moved here with my brother, Sam and my father, John. I am eighteen years old. My favorite color is blue, specifically, dark blue like sapphires." I summed up
"Quite specific, Dean." Mr. Novak, praised.
Vainly I walked back to my seat, because he remembered my name. Mr. Novak remembered my name. Sure it's his job but OMG he remembered my name!
I spent the rest of class daydreaming about… things. Let me say that they include Mr. Novak and his desk.
The stupid, idiotic, hating, retarded, dumb, nasty, horrible, and ratchet bell interrupted my beautiful thoughts about Mr. Novak. Luckily, I didn't have to go anywhere because I had a study hall in this class with Mr. Novak for block two.
After, I continued to think about Mr. Novak until…
"Dean, can you come here please?"
I walked over to him and pulled a chair up.
"Yeah?"
"I want you to know," He started, grabbing my hand, "that if you need anything you can tell me."
He took his hand off mine. Instantly I missed the warmth. I looked him in his eyes, they are sapphire blue. They looked like sapphires crystal yet, warm full of love.
That was the highlight of my day. It just got worse, in P.E. I got pelted with dodge balls. Lunch was super boring because I didn't really know anyone and people (of course) Are very very stubborn and didn't approach me. In calc I had NO clue what was happening.
In public speaking it was cool. Cecil, which, is what he suggested we call him and that we call his boyfriend whom I had next block Carlos, had an amazing voice. I could listen to him read me a dictionary.
In chem Carlos, Cecil's boyfriend of about one year and they were just so cute together (Not that I'd ever admit that I was jealous), was pretty cool.
The history teacher was hot, period. In Spanish, I didn't have a clue what was going on and my only response to everything was, "Por que es mi vida muy dificil?"
Then I came back to study hall with Mr. Novak, who still remembered my name.
After a class of erections and fantasies, I had to wait for Sam in the Impala.
After he had arrived we had a short, silent ride to the apartment.
