Monday's aren't her thing. The first day back after the weekend always drags and feels longer than it really is. It doesn't help that she usually doesn't have her weekend homework finished and that often means she spends all the morning and lunch frantically scribbling someone else's answers into her copybook. So naturally enough, she doesn't tend to stick around when the day is done.

But Castiel's been weird with her lately, conversation is awkward and stunted between them and he seems to be avoiding her; not that she's done anything to warrant that. They used to be so close, childhood best friends even, but maybe he's simply outgrowing her and drifting apart as so many friends from your youth seem to do.

So, with the preservation of their friendship in mind, she decides to sit in on his and Lysander's band practice, where they can all hang out and be normal again. She descends the basement step and strangely, she hears no music. Thinking they mustn't be here, she goes to turn back up the stairs but stops in her tracks when she hears someone let out a long sigh.

"Are you going tell her?" A voice she recognises as Lysander's asks.

"Fuck no. I'm not going to risk losing her as a friend." Replies a second voice that she identifies as Castiel's.

She should leave. She knows she shouldn't eavesdrop and that this conversation was meant to be private but she finds herself rooted to the spot and stays put.

Someone hums a sound and then she hears Lysander speak again. "But you risk losing her as a friend if you avoid her because of your feelings for her. She's bound to misinterpret it."

Now she really has to leave. Turning back towards the stairs she hears one last thing that grinds her to a halt.

"I know Lys, but I don't think Iris feels the same way."

The rapid pounding in her chest and the smile she has to bite her lip to hide suggests otherwise.