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Chapter three
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Saturday mornings I would usually sleep until noon. However, at eight in the morning I woke to the sound of my mother's voice calling my name and telling me it was time to wake up. "Dean. It's time to wake up. Dean. Rise and shine, love."
I groaned in response and opened my eyes. I was momentarily confused. "No school," I said, closing my eyes and intending to go back to sleep.
"Tutoring," my mom reminded me. I groaned again, but slowly sat up.
"This sucks," I complained grumpily
"Don't do the crime if you can't do the time," my mom replied. She patted may arm before leaving me to get dressed, and I wondered if she was enjoying my being tortured. Traitor. I dressed slowly, then had to skip breakfast because If I waited any longer to get outside I would miss the bus.
Tutoring was just has horrible as I thought it would be. Luckily I was smart enough to know what I was trying to teach, but the kid I was working with wasn't even trying to understand the math. It was hard to teach somebody who was unwilling to learn.
"Okay let's try this again," I said, sitting straight in my seat. I used the most optimistic tone I could muster. "Which of these are similar triangles?" I asked. "Out of these four?" I added, using my pencil to indicate which four I was talking about. The kid barley glanced down before shrugging. "Come on, you can do it?"
"This is stupid! He replied angrily, shoving away from the table. He stormed from the room, leaving me alone.
I put down my pencil, feeling aggravated. "Well there's that."
With my "student" gone I had to sit there for the next half hour doing absolutely nothing. This wasn't how I wanted to spend my Saturday. Hell, I would still be sleeping at this hour, but I would have rather been hanging out with my friends, than to be here.
I huffed as I put my head down on my folded arms. I figured that I might as well sleep here if I couldn't in my bed. Sleep never came. Castiel was tutoring at the table behind mine, and I couldn't help but listen. Again, that voice of his had me under a spell. I couldn't understand why, but at the moment it didn't matter. What mattered was I had the opportunity to listen, and I took it.
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Once I was on the bus that was going to take me back home, I took out my headphones to listen to my music. I never much cared for silence. It always left me feeling like it was going to eat me alive. I could see Castiel join me, but I chose to pretend like I didn't notice. I might have been interested in him, but my friends would never approve, and there approval was vital.
"Hey," he said to me with a smile. I glanced at him for a second, my eyes drifting to those kissable lips, before looking back out the window. "Do you want to buy some raffle tickets to win four tickets to the amusement park?" Castiel continued on. His tone was light and conversational. When I still didn't respond, Castiel continued, "We are trying to raise enough money to buy Jefferson tablets for students to use, and replace some of the older textbooks."
I glanced up at him again and gave him an irritated look. "No," I said, before looking out the window again. I really wished he would just leave me alone. I didn't want his company.
Castiel was only silent for a moment before he began speaking again. "I saw Louis leave. I know he can be difficult, but he isn't stupid. Try to teach him from a different angle. Once he gets it, he will soar through." Castiel suggested. Did he ever give up? I wandered to myself. I continued to look out the window, pretending he wasn't there.
"Are you going to go see Benny Gibson?" He asked after a minute of silence. I continued to ignore him. It was my best option. However, Castiel was either dumber than I thought, or didn't care that I was clearly ignoring him. "Guess not," Castiel tacked on. Que more silence from me. "You do know that they moved him from the hospital to the rehab place on Oak street? He said his chances of walking again are good, though it will take time." Castiel asked.
"Is this your idea of small talk or something?" I asked agitated. Getting Benny hurt weighed heavily on my mind. We hadn't meant for him to get hurt. So the fact the Castiel was drilling me about it was pissing me off. "Because if it is, you need to work on your social skills," I added on. "Nobody made him to jump."
Castiel looked at me, slightly appalled. "It's called peer pressure," he said, his tone slightly judging.
"Did you read that in your stupid book?" My tone was rude as I gestured to the bible on his lap.
Castiel looked down at the book, and caressed the edges of it. He seemed a little hurt by my comment. Truth was, he got a lot of crap because how strongly he believed in his religion. "You know nothing about me." Castiel said. He looked at me with kindness and it threw me off a bit. I was sitting here being a dick to him, and he was still looking at me with hope.
"Oh I do. I do," I said, keeping my dick tone is place. "We've had all the same classes in the same school since kindergarten. You're Castiel Novak." I smiled unable to stop myself. I'm wasn't sure why saying his name outload made me smile, but it did. "You like reading out loud, and read for fun. You run your hand through you hair when anxious. You have one sweater. You like to look at your feet when you walk." I looked away, then remembered something else. "And for fun you tutor on the weekend, and hang out with the cool kids from the stars and planets. How does that sound?" I asked, my tone cocky, and my smile in place.
Cas nodded. "Predictable," He responded. It didn't looked bothered at all by what I said. It was like he knew all those things made him an outcast and he didn't give a shit. I envied him that. "Nothing I've heard it all before," Castiel said with a shrug. "People should really learn some new lines."
"Don't you care what people think of you?" I asked, my cockiness wavering a little. I didn't understand how people didn't care about what others thought of them. I always cared what people were thinking about me.
"No," Castiel said, shaking his head and smiling. "The only person I have to please is myself." He got up and went back to his own seat. I watched him go, feeling as if my insides were being turned inside out. It was a moment that made me feel like Castiel may be one of the most adjusted people I had ever met. That made me feel a little discomforted. I didn't like knowing that one of the schools "outsiders" was better than me.
With a roll of my eyes I put my headphones back on and looked out the window. I let the music distract me as the bus sped towards home.
The rest of the weekend was uneventful, as was Monday during school. However Monday evening was another extension of my hell. I had to be involved in the winter play (which was forever away) and I wasn't looking forward to making props or whatever the hell it was that I would be stuck doing for the next few months. At this point being expelled seemed like the better option except for the fact that it would break my mother's heart. She didn't ask a whole lot of me, so finishing school was something I really needed to do.
Gabe gave me a ride to the community center where they were having the auditions and play. It felt like I was looking at impending doom. "I don't know what your problem is man. Ms. Garber's got a hot body. I wouldn't complain," Gabe said as he gave me my crutches.
I looked at him, questioning is sanity, before getting out of the truck. "I can't wait to see you in some stage make-up," Gabe went on. "It's gonna be kinda cool," he added with a laugh.
I closed the truck door, then leaned into the open window. "Just be back in an hour, okay? Don't leave me hanging," I said, ignoring his jokes. Gabe made some comments as I walked away, but I chose to just laugh and continue walking.
By the time I got in to the room, Ms. Garber was already speaking. Everyone was sitting or standing in a circle. The moment she saw me she stopped speaking and gave me a smile. "Mr. Winchester, I'm glad you were able to join us." She waved to an empty seat. I took it without speaking, and wished that everyone would stop looking at me.
"Our winter play is a lesson in acceptances and bullying. We will be telling the story of a gay boy who wants to desperately fit in, and the football star who falls for him. This story was written by our very own Charlie Bradbury." There was a round of applause, and I rolled my eyes. Yay.
Ms. Garber started giving rolls to people. Apparently there had already been auditions. Everyone giggled and high-fived as they got their rolls. Castiel was playing the gay boy, Jonas, and apparently he was hoping for the role judging by the smile that crossed his face.
I watched him smile out of the corner of my eyes, and for a split second I wanted to smile just because he was happy. "And Mr. Winchester will play Ethen, the football player." I looked up at Ms. Garber in surprise.
I let out a nervous laugh and sat up straighter in my seat. "What? No. No," I said in disagreement. "See, I didn't plan on acting or anything. I'm just here to help paint stuff."
Ms. Garber smiled at me. "I realize that Dean, however Principle Crowley insisted you get the lead role, and since no one else has asked for that roll, I have no problem giving it to you. So I'm sorry, but you will be playing Ethen." She turned to the others and said, "Okay, why don't we read some of your lines?"
I slumped down in my seat grimly. Expulsion was looking better and better every minute. With a silent groan I took my copy of the play. We were instructed on which page we would start on and Ms. Garber read the stuff that sets the scene. Soon Castiel's part came up, and I had to pay attention because my line was coming up.
"What do you want? I've been humiliated enough today?" Castiel read, his voice full of emotion.
"Come on, just let me help," I read in a monotone.
"Just leave me alone. You and your friends are jerks and I want nothing to do with you!" Castiel read again.
"I'm not like that. Come on Jonas, give me a chance to prove to you that I'm different," I read, this time with a small laugh. There wasn't anything funny, but it reminded me too much of myself and that made me uncomfortable. My laugh got me a scolding look from Charlie, and a few others including Castiel.
"Mr. Winchester, are you purposely being bad at this?" Ms. Garber asked.
"Nope, I just naturally suck at it," I replied sarcastically. That got me a few laughs, and Castiel even smiled.
Ms. Garber ignored my response and said, "Okay, lets jump to the end." We all did as we were told, and luckily the rest of the session went by quickly.
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I shouldn't have been surprised that I was still waiting outside thirty minutes after Gabe was supposed to pick me up. Almost everyone else had left, and there I was, waiting like an idiot for a ride that was never going to show. Damn Gabe.
"You're going to be great! I know you will. See you tomorrow." I heard Charlie saying behind me.
"Ok but I'm still nervous." Castiel's voice replied.
I let out a frustrated sigh and looked down the street hopelessly. How was I going to get home now? I heard someone approaching and when I looked to see who it was, I looked away quickly. I wasn't in the mood to talk with Castiel.
"It really wouldn't kill you to try you know?" he asked.
"Actually it will, and I'm too young to die," I replied in my usual sarcastic tone.
Castiel let out a soft sigh. "Okay, so you don't care about grades or graduating, but you like school because you're liked by everyone and you know that you will most likely never be on top again?" Castiel said in a proud tone.
"That's thoroughly predictable," I replied. I had a feeling that Castiel could see right through me and I didn't like that. I didn't like feeling like an open book.
"You could be better you know," Castiel said, before walking away.
Annoyed, I looked at my watch again. Forty-five minutes late, and I knew that Castiel was my only shot at getting a ride home. Letting go of my pride I went after him. By the time I caught up, Castiel was already in his car. He looked up and saw me standing there. I knew he would listen to what I had to say when he rolled down his window. I leaned in a little, giving him my best charming smile. "Can you take pity on me?" I went on, explaining that my ride bailed and that I was stranded.
"Sure. Get in," Castiel replied. I went to the other side and hopped in.
"Thanks," I said, as we started down the road.
"Of course," Castiel replied. "Seatbelt," he said, before turning on the radio to some country music BS.
I groaned as I put on my belt, but once I was clicked in, I changed the station to my music. I looked out the window, and for a moment, I thought he was actually going to keep it on, but his song came back on. I looked at him as I changed the music back, and then looked back out the window. I will play this game all the way home is need be.
Castiel let out a sigh. "I forfeit," he said with amusement.
"Thanks," I replied. I looked for a moment, before turning back to the window.
"twenty-two," he said, causing me to look at him again.
I looked at him with a questioning expression. "twenty-two?" I asked.
"Twenty-two. It's to be friendly with someone I don't like," he answered with a smile. I looked at him for a moment longer, but then turned away. I was trying to decide if I should be offended by his comment. "It's a to do list that I have. Things I would like in this life."
"What? Like get a new personality?" I suggested.
"Nope. Like join the peace core. Go to a bee farm. Witness a miracle."
"That's ambitious." I interrupted, but that didn't faze him.
"Be in two places at once. Drive across country. Get a tattoo." He continued, as if I said nothing.
We were both silence as I waited for him to go on, but he didn't. Honestly I wasn't sure why I cared, but I had to ask anyway. "What's number one?"
Castiel smiled as he replied. "I can't tell you because then I would have to kill you."
I laughed and looked out the window just in time to see why Gabe had forgotten me. He was hanging out with our other friends at the diner we liked to eat at. They were all standing outside, so I bend over and down to hide myself. If they happened to see me with Castiel, I would never hear the end of it.
"Peer pressure," Castiel said as we drove past. I looked at him, but couldn't think of anything to say.
Once we were clear, I sat back up in my seat, and watched the trees pass. The rest of the ride was quiet. I didn't like that Castiel had pointed out the fact that we were all victims of peer pressure at one time or another. Once he pulled in front of my house I thanked him again, and abandoned ship as quickly as possible. Once I was at my front door, Castiel pulled away.
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