CASTIEL
Second week of school. Oh great.
It was morning, and I decided to skip. I hung out in the courtyard before classes started to go up to the balcony. I inspected the activity around me, bored out of my mind. A fancy black car violently skidded into the school parking lot. The passenger side door jerked open and a fair-skinned girl stepped out. She had jet black hair that extended down to her waist, the ends dyed a bold red. I couldn't tell the color of her eyes.
She wore beetle juice pants, a skin-tight gray top with matching pumps. A few chains and a red amulet hung around her neck, jingling in unison with her red bracelets.
She looked pissed.
Not oops-I-forgot-to-lock-the-door-oh-damn pissed. It was FUCK-MY-LIFE-MY-NEW-NEIGHBOR-IS-THE-PERSON-I-HATE AND-DESPISE-AND-HAVE-BEEN-TRYING-TO-AVOID-FOR-FIVE-YEARS pissed.
She leaned back inside the car to say something to the driver, then twisted around into her original position. She shut the door with her heel, making a loud, scraping sound. Another Amber? No thanks.
The driver's door opened and a middle-aged blonde woman stepped out, walking past the girl and into the courtyard.
"Hi there sweetie. I'm Celeste." She offered her hand to a random passerby who shook it hesitantly. With experience, I knew she was faking her kindness. Apparently so did the girl, who rolled her eyes dramatically and strolled up in front of the older woman to look at the brunette.
"I wonder what this mom and this new girl is doing at the school. Oh maybe they just came to eat lunch with the principal." She exclaimed sarcastically. I arched up my eyebrow. The girl started yelling loudly non-stop until the blonde lady pulled her away. This girl is kinda messed up.
"Honey."
"Sorry, I don't think this school sells that." She turned and walked back towards the black car. Oh gee, what's wrong with her? Parents abandoned her or something? Yeah right.
"Rain!" Hey, nice name. "We are NOT going home!" The blonde woman was frantically screaming after her.
"Shut up! You're not my mother!"
Okay. Hold up. Am I psychic or what? I started turning away, losing interest.
"You know what? I'm closer to being your mom because I'm actually HERE!" I heard the girl's heels stop clacking. I turned back.
The girl marched straight up to the lady and slapped her across the face twice. One with her palm, the other with the back of her hand. I tilted my head in interest.
"One for claiming MY house as your home, and the other for having an annoying face." I smirked. The girl furrowed her eyebrows together, as if deciding whether to kill the pig with a knife or an ax. "Actually, let's make a deal. I'll go to this school, but you have to leave me alone."
The blonde woman leaned forward in disbelief. "Exactly how am I supposed to leave you alone when we're living under the same roof?!... And no. You are not living with that crazy aunt of yours. She made you a colorful sweater by ripping apart six of mine." I chuckled.
This family. Is. Hilarious. Honestly, I don't feel too good about laughing at their no-mom situation, but still.
I saw the girl gaze at me. Then she smiled a devil smile. Fuck.
"Oh, I'm not." She happily hopped towards me. "I'm staying at his place."
Yup, fuck.
"Really? I didn't know." I rolled my eyes and scowled. "Is it my short- term memory kicking in or is it that I've never met you?"
She looked at me curiously, then responded, "Nope, it's just your short- term memory." Okay, she's better than Amber at least.
"Well then, old friend." I sounded like Lysander. "Welcome back." I threw my arm across her small shoulders, making her flinch a little. Then she smirked and looked at me lovingly.
"Oh, the hard times we've been through together. All those years." She pretended to be spacing out in her thoughts. But I knew she was looking at the 40% off meat sale at the grocery store across the street.
"Well, if you know him that well." The blonde woman gave me a convincing smile and walked off. My eyes widened.
"Bitch." the girl chirped, sighing dramatically. "And a few seconds ago she couldn't bear to leave me."
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow humorously. First, she gave off an Amber aura, then she twisted into the principal who lost her dog. Again. Then this sarcastic menace.
Then I froze, realization dawning on me.
"What the hell?" The girl turned in surprise from my sudden outburst. "You are not living with me."
"...Sorry about that." She looked me straight in the eye. I knew what the color of her eyes are now. Red.
"Like that fixes anything." I frowned.
"Fine, then I'll just live on the streets." She slowly turned around. When I didn't do anything, she spun around and gave me an annoyed look.
"What's wrong? Go ahead, no one's stopping you," I mocked.
"Well-" She stopped mid-sentence. I followed my gaze to my T-shirt.
I arched up an eyebrow. "Oh gee. Did you think my shirt would make a great new clothing trend or something?"
She didn't say anything. Well, time to ditch.
"You like Winged Skull?" Her eyes were still on my shirt.
"Yeah." I was pleasantly surprised.
Her eyes lit up. "Cool, I don't know anyone from my old school who does."
"Hmph. And I don't know many girls who like it either."
"So can I stay over now?"
I smirked.
"And what do I get for it?"
"The pleasure of my company." And I thought she was a madman Amber.
"Well then...?"
"Rain... Kaneshiro. My grandfather was Japanese." She hesitated to introduce herself with her last name.
"Gotcha." I led her into the school. "And it's Castiel."
"...That was unexpected," she muttered.
"That I was good looking and nice?"
She ignored my sarcastic remark."You agreed so fast. I mean, what about your parents?"
Why did I agree?
I turned around to look at her. "I live alone in an apartment."
"Why, are you in the same situation as me?"
I snorted. "No, of course not. My mom's a plane attendant and my dad's a pilot."
She said nothing, but instead smiled and looked ahead.
"Well then, you'd better go meet that idiot student body president."
Rain looked up at me. "Why, is he stuck up?"
"Like someone shoved a chicken up his ass."