Chapter number three! Hope you guys like it!
Sam P.O.V.
"If you turn that music on, I swear I will throw every AC/DC cassette you own out the window." I threatened Dean.
Dean pouted. "Come on Sammy, don't be such a killjoy."
"I'm not a killjoy." I retorted while folding my arms. We were driving to the high school for our first day of work, and I was hoping that I could meet the friends of the murdered boys to get some information on what could've happened to them.
"So Mr. Dunce," Dean smirked, "nice name you have there."
I rolled my eyes and glared at him. Dean could be so immature sometimes. Why did I agree on letting him choose my name? Not a very smart move there…I'm actually surprised he even knew what it meant.
"Oh shut up, at least I'm not the one having to wear tight gym shorts and deal with sweaty teenagers all day." I remarked.
I noticed that Dean's hands gripped the wheel tighter, and he whipped his head around to glare at me. I just smiled at him innocently. "You better keep your eyes on the road Dean. Don't want to get into an accident, now do you?"
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After ten more minutes of driving, we arrived at the high school. Dean parked the Impala at the far end of the parking lot, which was quite a distance away from the main entrance.
"Why did you park here? We're gonna have to walk for like ten minutes until we get to the school!" I complained to Dean.
"Who knows what those teenage hooligans will do to my baby… it's better if she's parked out here so they can't get to her." Dean explained. He patted the steering wheel and got out of the car, eyeing it as if it was going to explode any second. Dean really had to get over his obsession with the Impala. "Plus, as the new PE teacher, I say that ten minutes of walking won't kill you."
I took the paperwork I needed out of the glove box and stepped out too. Dean locked the Impala, and we made our way to the building.
When we stepped into the high school, it was very, and I mean very loud. There were hundreds of teenagers in the hallways, either walking to class, getting something from their lockers, or just talking with their friends.
I glanced over at Dean, who was eyeing the teenagers with distaste. "Dude, calm down. Their just teenagers." I whispered to him.
He just took one last look at them, and turned around to go to the main office. I chuckled softly to myself. It was funny to think that Dean, the fearless hunter, was worried that a couple of teenagers were going to vandalize his car.
I also made my way into the main office. As I stepped in to it, I saw Dean flirting with the secretary from yesterday, the one that wore that way to tight blouse. I think her name was Barbara or something. When she heard me close the door, she looked up and glared at me. I didn't realize that I had interrupted something so important.
I slowly made my way up to the front desk and handed her my paperwork.
"Here's the paperwork you needed…" She snatched the papers out of my hand and gave me a piece of paper.
"This is your classroom number and schedule," she spat at me. "Class starts in four minutes. Don't be late."
I took the paper out of her hand and muttered a quick thanks. She just rolled her eyes at me and turned back to Dean, fluttering her eyelids in a very unattractive way. I kind of had the feeling she didn't really like me…
When I was out of the office I took a look at the piece of paper with the room number on it. '421' was scrawled on it in very messy handwriting. I looked up at the classroom numbers and saw that I was in the three hundred wing. Since I didn't know my way around at all, I decided to ask one of the students.
"Excuse me, but do you know where room 421 is?" I asked a teenage girl with blonde hair and glasses.
"I'm there for first period," she answered, giving me a warm smile. "Just follow me."
Well this girl seemed pretty nice. But she was only one out of what seemed like billions of students. Who knew what the others would be like?
She started walking down the hallway, and I followed her. "So are you our new Latin teacher?" she asked, turning to me.
"Uh, yeah." I answered. "Mr. Dunce."
"Charley," she replied, looking surprised. "Wow… I'm surprised that you took the job. You know… considering all the things that happened here." Her voice cracked, and she looked down at her feet.
"You mean the murders right?" I asked her as gently as I could.
"Yeah…I just can't believe somebody would be cruel enough to kill innocent teenage guys," she muttered. "What's scarier is that they were all murdered here. I'm surprised they didn't shut the school down."
"Do you know if they were all murdered in the same area of the school?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "I don't know much apart from what I've heard from the students. But rumor has it that when they found the first guy, he was all ripped apart. They even say that his eyes weren't even in his sockets anymore. Apparently they were removed pre-mortem."
I winced at the description of the kid's death. Nobody deserved to die like that, let alone a teenager who had his whole life in front of him.
"Here's the classroom." She said, then scurried inside before I could ask her anymore questions.
I also stepped into the classroom, and saw all of the students sitting there calmly, staring at me as I walked inside. "Hello class." I said. "I'm your new Latin teacher, Mr.… Dunce."
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