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For some of the reader who may had been unfortunate enough to stumble on my first version of the first chapter, maybe you had noticed some typos that hopefully I had taken care of on the next day. All the typos were the result of my fast writing, or fast typing to be precise. Because once I start typing, I would be typing non-stop until the end of chapter. It was only after I finished the chapter that I would look back, but even then I could still miss some typos, even the critical ones. And also, there was a problem with my grammar, LOL.
Okay then, please enjoy the second chapter XD
Our Senior Year Together
Chapter II
It was already one week since his senior year started, so Castiel had adjusted well in his new class. By now he had knew the names of all the people in his class, which had consisted of 18 boys and 12 girls. His new classmates were nice to him and his friends, as nice as they could be to a people who they considered different from them. Well, not that it bothered him and the other two nerds though. They were already got used to it since a long time ago. So far, he was quite content with his new class.
Well, as content as he could be with a Dean Winchester on his class. No, correct it. With a Dean Winchester on his back, literally. That captain of the football team still sat behind him in class, claiming that desk as his for the entire year when Anna confronted him about it on their second day.
Contrary to Anna and Ash's first belief when they found out that the jock was in their class, the blond haired boy never bully them. Quite the opposite actually. Dean was nice to them.
The first day were admittedly kind of awkward for them after that incident at break time, but then on the next day Dean came and acted like he had forgotten about the previous day, with all the grinning and nonchalant attitude. He even admitted that his fellow jock friends were jerks for tormenting the members of science club, though according to him there were some of them that were nice actually. The most disbelieving part was that Dean, the famous captain of the football team, apologized to the nerds on his friends' behalf.
When Castiel asked him why he made a habit of splashing soda on Crowley's button-up shirt every week, Dean's expression suddenly darkened. "He deserves it," was the blond haired boy's short reply.
From the dark expression and resentment in the jock's voice, Castiel thought that maybe it was true Dean held a personal grudge against his quirky friend from science club. But it wasn't his place to ask about the problem between them, so he decided to stay quiet after that.
An apology was still an apology anyway, and coming from the famous captain of the football team it was surely meant a lot. From then on, the three nerds from science club was starting to warm up to his presence, even though they still had not fully accepted him and still held some suspicions about the intention behind his nice attitude toward them.
Despite the niceties, Castiel still thought that Dean's presence behind him was bothersome sometimes. The dark haired boy still found himself being subjected to Dean's stare during class, though wasn't as intense as it was before he confronted the jock on the first day. And every time he turned back to catch Dean's eyes so he could frown at him, the other boy would avert his eyes quickly, pretending to work on something or to stare at the teacher in front of the class.
He still didn't understand why Dean did that. His first guess that Dean had a problem with him had been shot down by the said person himself.
His second guess was that his sweater's pattern was more interesting than the lesson that was being given by the teacher in front their class at the moment. But then after a while he realized that it was an absurd idea.
For now he was out of idea of what was the cause of the staring. But since the jock had been nice toward him and his friends, he decided to let it go.
The fifth hour was chemistry, one of Castiel's favorite lessons. Finally, on the second week after their school started, his class was allowed to enter the lab, after the first week was spent boringly at class.
All of the students were now in the locker room, taking their white lab coat and their books from locker in preparation for the chemistry practicum at lab that would begin in ten minutes. This was one of the rare moments where Castiel parted with his sweater, putting it inside his locker until the end of the fifth hour, revealing the button-up shirt underneath that clung perfectly to his slim frame. Because yeah, as reluctant as he was to part with his sweater, he wouldn't be able to use his lab coat if he still wore that over-sized sweater.
Castiel had just finished locking his locker, the lab coat folded neatly on his left arm, when he heard a male voice calling his name from behind him. He turned around abruptly, seeing Dean stand in front of him.
The football player seemed surprised as well by the nerd's reaction, because he stared at him wide eyed before grinning sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you," the jock apologized to him.
Castiel stared at him in confusion before deciding to shrug it off. "It's fine." Then he remembered that Dean called him earlier. "Do you need something?"
The next moment was spent in uncomfortable silence for Castiel, because instead of answering, the blond haired boy spent the time eyeing him up and down.
"Dean?" the dark haired boy called hesitantly, making the other boy's eyes finally snapped back to his.
"You look so good without your sweater on, Cas," he told the nerd, humming an appreciative tone.
The compliment made Castiel blushed. He didn't know how to reply appropriately to such compliment, because he rarely had people complimenting his appearance before. Well, Anna had sometimes; calling him angel-faced. But Anna was his friend, so he was sure Anna did it only to make him happy, though it actually made him embarrased. Crowley also called him angel, but that boy practically had nicknames for all the members of science club.
"Uhm..thank you," Castiel decided to simply thank him out of politeness that had been drilled into him by his parents since he was still a toddler. After a moment of hesitation, he decided it was only polite to compliment the other boy back. "You also look good, Dean," he told the football player sincerely, because it was true.
Dean's grin was stretched even wider than before. He seemed genuinely happy, like Castiel's compliment was meant a lot for him. "Really? Thanks, Cas." Then he coughed into his hand, trying futilely to hide his happiness. "Let's go to lab. It's almost time."
This time Castiel found himself smiled back at Dean. "Okay, I will call Anna and Ash first."
The dark haired nerd just took several steps toward the direction of his friends' locker, which happened to be close to each other, when he noticed that Dean had followed him. He turned around to look at the other boy, head tilting to a side. "You can go ahead, Dean."
Dean stopped in his track as well, looking nervous all of a sudden. "Umm, okay then," the jock mumbled nervously. "But Cas?
"Yes, Dean?"
"Sit with me, okay?"
Castiel found himself nodded reluctantly to Dean, after being subjected to his puppy eyes.
Later that day, at the end of the fifth hour, Dean grinned at him from his seat beside him. "Cas, next week let's sit together again, okay?"
And the dark haired boy found himself once again nodded to him.
Castiel was unfortunate enough to pass on a corridor full of dumb jocks, who acted like they were the owner of the school, on his way back to his classroom after a meeting with science club. As usual, upon seeing him, they started to mock him mercilessly. And as usual, the nerd just ignored them.
Until one of them decided to take it further.
The bulky-hulk-alike boy choose the moment when Castiel walked near him to splash purple colored soda on his sweater, making the boy with the thick glasses stopped on his track and glanced down on the growing purple stain on his sweater. He threw his most deadly glare at the jock, which was truthfully innefective due to his thick, obscure glasses. It only made the jock and his friends mocked him further.
He then just sighed in annoyance and continued the walk toward his classroom. No use confronting them, he reasoned with himself, it would only cause further problem.
Upon entering his classroom, he was met with concerned look from Anna and Ash, who had left the meeting room while he was still stuck behind to help a first year student, one of the newest members of their club, who had asked him to explain a math equation.
The dark haired nerd walked calmly toward his friends and flopped down on his desk. "Wrong place, wrong time," he muttered, earning him chuckles from them.
"Take off your sweater before it stain your shirt too," Anna reminded him.
Castiel quickly complied, pulling the sweater over his head, only to find out that his shirt was already stained. He just sighed helpessly at the sight.
"Cas?" Dean, who had just entered the classroom, practically skipped the room only to stop beside him, eyeing his stained sweater and shirt.
"Look at what your friends did to him!" Ash scowled at the jock, pointing in Castiel's direction.
Dean expression darkened considerably, much to their amazement. "Son of a bitch," he hissed under his breath, making it almost impossible for the nerds to hear him. "I'm sorry, Cas."
Castiel tilted his head to a side. "You don't have to apologize to me. It's not your fault, Dean," he told the jock with indifference that came after being subjected to that act again and again in the past. It only made the other boy suddenly had a guilty look on his face.
"No no, Cas. It's my fault too. As their captain I must be able to handle them! I promise, Cas. I will take care of this!" the firmness in his tone clearly told the nerd that it was his final decision, nobody could change it.
The silence that followed his statement was broken by Anna's voice. "Go change your clothes, Cas. We still have five minutes before the next lesson," she urged his friend.
Castiel only looked at her sheepishly.
"Uh, do you have change of clothes, Cas?" Dean asked him after a moment.
The dark haired nerd shook his head, which only made the football player look even guiltier.
"You can borrow my shirt, pal," Ash offered his unfortunate friend, only to have Dean's glare directed at him. The blond haired nerd stared back at him in confusion.
"Borrow mine," the jock told Castiel in a tone that seemed more demanding rather than offering.
And just like that, taken aback by Dean's tone, the dark haired boy replied quickly, "O-okay."
To Be Continued
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Hints for the next chapter: jealousy, misunderstanding, Gabriel.
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