Chapter Ten: I Don't Care
As soon as Castiel and I made it to my room, Castiel flopped down onto my bed and I closed the door behind us. "Make yourself at home," I said with a sarcastic snicker as I sat down on my desk opposite the inviting bed.
"Your mum is an awesome cook," Castiel said with a moan of pleasure, stretching his arms above his head and touching the wooden headboard with his long fingers.
"It runs in the family," I said smugly, tucking a few black locks behind my ear.
Castiel snorted appreciatively and sat up, letting his dark gaze meet my bright one as soon as his back was up off the soft bedspread. "Good family then," he said with a smirk.
"It really is," I replied with my own smirk.
There was a short pause as Castiel broke eye contact and looked around my room. It didn't look like I'd only moved in a week ago; the cream walls were mostly covered by posters of rock bands and my own drawings and designs, the tall white bookshelf was completely full of novels, textbooks and notebooks, and the desk was covered in papers. "Nice room," he murmured so quietly that I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to hear him or not.
"Thanks," I said, quirking an eyebrow as I smirked at him again, "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
"Probably," Castiel chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood up and walked over to the window. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight," he said, leaning slightly out into the cool night air.
"Why's that?" I asked curiously, hopping off of the white desk and standing next to him with my hands stuffed into my jean pockets.
"You can see straight into my bedroom from here," he replied with a teasing smile, turning his head to look at me challengingly.
I looked in the same direction as he had. Sure enough, the first thing I saw was an open window leading into a messy room where Demon was sleeping on an unmade bed. "Well, I guess I can't get changed in front of the window anymore," I said, returning his look and narrowing my eyes playfully.
Castiel nodded in amusement, clearly impressed by my retort. However, he wasn't going to go down without a fight. "Shame," he said, lowering his head a little so that he was bowed over me slightly. Damn it, boy! I thought with a mixture of amusement and annoyance as I averted my gaze from his smoldering grey eyes and willed my cheeks not to betray me with a pale blush.
The deep chuckle that pranced over to my ears as I sauntered back towards the desk told me that Castiel knew he'd won that round. Yeah, but with a cheap shot…Still good though.
"So are your 'rents that interested in everyone you bring over?" I heard the same deep voice ask. I turned around and sat up on my desk again, seeing that Castiel had perched opposite me on the edge of my bed and was looking at me with a surprising amount of intrigue.
"Yeah basically," I said with a slight giggle, "But I'm pretty sure that they were really just impressed by the way you acted with them; the more questions you answered, the more they wanted to ask." My smile widened unconsciously as I thought about my parents, they were my life and they knew it.
This seemed to spike Castiel's interest even more. "Why's that?"
"I didn't want to make any friends here," I said before I could stop myself. I could've sworn Mum's food was like truth syrup.
"Why's that?" He asked again, leaning forward now and clasping his hands in front of his knees.
"Why do you care?" I was back on the defensive.
"I don't care."
"Good because neither do I."
Another silence followed, this time it was a little more awkward than before. Eventually I felt some of my self-resolve melt away, whether it was because of my full stomach or my deep-seated desire to get to know this boy, I didn't know. With an unintentionally loud groan, I tilted my head back before re-establishing eye contact.
"I didn't just move schools, I practically ran away," I began, making sure that my voice was strong and showed no signs of my regrets of my past. "See I don't put up with crap and at my old school that eventually meant that I got caught up with all this stupid drama. You know, egotistic guys and jealous girls, that sort of thing." I paused and looked at him, hoping that I wouldn't have to go on.
Unfortunately for me, I wasn't scaring the redhead off; in fact he was leaning even closer to me now, his eyebrows raised as if to urge me on. Oh for God's sake…you might as well say it, Lilli, it's not like you're trying to impress him or anything. With another quiet sigh, I folded my arms around my waist and finished my story. "Well, I got sick of all the high school drama, so I made friends out of school; older friends, who had the same sense of justice and anti-bullshit as I did. We were, well we were vigil-antis basically. And one night they set fire to one of the unethical drug testing facilities on the edge of town, and we got caught. I got out of it though."
I stopped and stared at the guy opposite me for a moment, I couldn't believe how good it felt to tell someone all that. Here was a third-party, someone who didn't know any of the emotional turmoil attached to that story and it was strangely relieving. Naturally, I'd left out the part of me dating the leader of the vigil-anti group and the fact that they'd all sworn blind that I wasn't with them that night so that I didn't have to go to jail along with them; those were things that only Mum, Dad, myself, Jason and the rest of the group had to know.
Yet another pause engulfed my room as Castiel and I sat looking at each other. It looked as though he was waiting for me to burst into laughter and tell him I was kidding, but the look in my eyes must've told him the truth that I wasn't because he did something that caught me completely off guard. In one swift motion, he stood up and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me off the desk and up against his broad chest.
A/N: Hey again! So now you know Lilli's back story, what do you all think, too much too soon, is it a good story, can you see where things are going?! Stay tuned and please read and review! ~ YeRachael
