Castiel's POV

I heard my alarm go off the next morning and groaned. Without even turning round I thrust my hand behind me and slammed it down on my clock as hard as I could, feeling satisfied when it stopped the constant beeping.

I sat up and yawned. Walking over to my closet I pulled out my Winged Skull shirt. I'd washed it the previous night before I'd went to Sid's. I also found myself another pair of black jeans, ones that had a chain hanging from them. I shoved them on, found a pair of socks and my black shoes and slipped them on too. I wandered downstairs into my kitchen and began frying myself some eggs. I plopped them on a plate and sat down at the table, picking at them absently. I went back up the stairs so brush my teeth and wash my face, before returning to the kitchen and feeding Demon.

"Good boy, Demon. Atta boy." I ruffled the fur just behind his ears. I glanced at my watch. 7:09. Perfect timing. I grabbed my backpack and my electric guitar in its case. The last thing I did before I left the house was pop a piece of gum in my mouth.

I stopped outside our bedroom windows. "Hey, Sid! It's ten past! You ready?" I yelled up in the direction of her room.

"Not quite, go to the door!" I heard her muffled reply through the glass.

"Okay!" I made my way towards Sid's front door and chapped three times.

The door opened revealing Sidders with a toothbrush hanging out her mouth and foamy toothpaste surrounding her lips.

"Come on in," she said round her toothbrush.

"Alrighty then." I went in and lounged on the couch in the living room like it was my own.

I watched her as she walked about the house, brushing her teeth all the while. Eventually she was finished. She, like me, snatched up her bag and electric guitar in its case.

Just as we started to head outside she looked at me, her eyes narrowed. "You got gum?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, why. You gonna snitch about something as small as some gum?"

"Nope. Not if you give me a piece anyway..." she let her voice trail off as she looked at me innocently. I sighed and handed her a piece. We walked on in silence.

When we were about halfway to the school she suddenly piped up. "Have you never thought...passing gum in class is kinda like a version of drug dealing?"

"What?" I asked, taken off-guard.

"Yeah! I mean, we're not allowed it, and we're not supposed to have it yet as soon as somebody has some everybody immediately becomes their friend. You know?"

Oh God. It was gonna be one of those days...

Sydney's POV

I grinned to myself as Castiel took on a look of defeat. Mission accomplished. We reached the school and I turned to Cas. "I know we're early, but still. What're you in first?"

"Art, you?" he replied.

"Same. Mr Mckernan?"

"Yup. You got him too?" he asked.

"Yep!" We sat under the tree I was under the day before when Amber had confronted me.

We sat together in companionable silence.

He looked at me. "How come you brought your guitar?"

"Music last." I told him.

"Hey, so do I. Mrs Rafferty?"

"Yep!" I repeated.

"Nice." He leaned back with his arms folded behind his head.

A short while later the bell went, and I suddenly stopped. "Uh, I hope you know how to get to Art, 'cause I have no clue..." He simply smirked and grabbed my hand, dragging me along behind him.

We finally stopped outside the Art class, and then entered together. Thankfully Mr Mckernan was pretty relaxed about seating plans. We could sit wherever we wanted. I, of course sat right next to Castiel. Iris sat across from me, and a boy I didn't know sat across from Cas.

"Sid, this is Lysander," he said, gesturing to the boy in front of me.

"Lys, this is Sydney."

I smiled at Lysander. "Hi, nice to meet you." I said warmly.

"A pleasure to meet you too." he replied, and for the first time I got a good look at his eyes. I gasped. "Your eyes..." I breathed.

"Yes, well, um...I know they are odd and may see strange, but that is a bit of a sensitive subject for m-"

"No, no. They're actually kinda beautiful," I cut him off mid-sentence.

"Oh." He seemed a little taken aback. "Why...thank you."

"No problem." I grinned.

"Alright everyone! I've decided that today you could do a free drawing period. If you don't finish your picture up to my standards by today, however, it shall be given as homework. I expect it to be coloured in, whether that be done with pencils, paints, oil pastels or any other, I still wish it to have colour. Or, if it is a black and white picture it must have tone. Alright, now get all your materials and begin when ready!" The teacher went and sat behind his desk, leaving us to work.

I collected a couple sheets of paper and different pencils. And by different I don't mean different colours. I sat back down and looked around the room hoping for some inspiration.

My mouth quirked up at the sides; I knew what I wanted to draw. I drew my picture as though I was seeing it from the side view, which I actually was. I quickly sketched it out, and then added more detail, switching pencils occasionally. When the bell rang signalling the end of class I felt fairly satisfied with my work. I just had to add some colour and tone, and it would be done.

"What're you in?" I asked Castiel as we gathered our things.

"Gym. What about you?"

"Gym."

"Well that was weirdly easy..."

Once again he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. He weaved in and out between students and we finally made it into the courtyard and headed towards the gymnasium.

We split up to head to the separate changing rooms and I spat my gum in the bin there. I quickly got changed into tight black shorts, a white top and a dark purple hoodie. I slipped on my black and purple sneakers, grabbed my water bottle and walked through to the gyms. I was the first person there besides the teacher, Mr Aitken.

"Ah, Sydney, is it?"

I nodded in reply. I deftly pulled my hair back into a pony tail.

"Good, good. You look like a proper sport, not like all those other girls who scream when they break a nail." He winked at me.

"Yup. That's me."

We turned as the door opened to reveal Castiel in black baggy shorts and a black wifebeater.

"Yo, Cas!" I greeted him.

"Hey, Siddy," he replied. He grabbed me and pulled me into a playful headlock.

"Hey! Gerroff!" I mumbled through my giggles. I tried to pry off his arms, but it was no use. I grinned to myself and swung my body round, squatting slightly so Castiel would go striaght over my back. Of course, he kept a grip on my neck, so I simply fell with him, landing with my elbow in his stomach. He groaned quietly and I laughed.

"Ah, seems like we've got quite the little fighter on our hands." Mr Aitken remarked. He raised an eyebrow at me and I blushed.

"Um, yes, well...I was actually, uh...I was expelled from my last school for fighting...Sir."

"Hahah! Well, at least it's good to know I've got a girl in my class who isn't afraid of playing dirty."

I brightened up a little. Okay, I think I like my Gym teacher.

As the rest of the class filed in Mr Aitken announced that today's lesson was going to be dodgeball. I noticed the smile he sent my way when he said it, though. He wanted me to show just how tough I was in sports.

He split us into two teams. I was with Iris, Lysander, and a bunch others I didn't know. Castiel was in the opposing team with Amber, Li and Charlotte.

There were six balls spaced out in a line in the middle of the hall, and each of the teams prepared themselves, leaning forward, ready to run.

Mr Aitken blew the whistle and yelled "Go!" and we launched into action.