Castiel arrived to science with a bruise forming on his chin.
"Castiel Novak. You're late. Again."
Cas looked at Mr. Crowley. "Sorry sir. I got a little caught up in the hall."
"Whatever. Go sit beside Dean."
He scanned the classroom for his seat. After sitting down, Cas whispered to Dean. "I thought you had geography?"
"Nope, I was looking at the wrong semester, ha."
Castiel smiled at Dean. He could tell the other boy was confused by the bruise but didn't seem to push it, which Cas was grateful for. Clearly he noticed it hadn't been there earlier in the day.
"I hate science..." Dean muttered, looking back at the front of the classroom.
"Really? I love it. I'm not good at it though."
Dean snorted. "I'm sure you're gr-"
"Mr, Winchester, Mr. Novak? Do I need to separate you two already?"
"No sir." Dean flashed a toothy grin at Mr. Crowley. "We were just talking about all kinds of science-y things."
Mr. Crowley glared at them. He made sure to keep an eye on them for about 10 minutes. In those 10 minutes, both Cas and Dean worked independently. When Dean noticed Mr. Crowley not paying attention, he passed Castiel a note.
hey cas, where do u live?
The note came back quickly.
In town.
Dean rolled his eyes.
smartass. do u live far?
Why?
cause i live kinda far if u walk so my dad picks me up. u want a ride?
This time it was a while before it came back to Dean. Mostly because Mr. Crowley was watching them again.
I'm okay. I don't live far and sometimes Gabe picks me up.
oh okay. its no problem tho if u want.
Thank you for the offer Dean, but really, I do not need one. :)
okay :P what subject do u have next ? i have math.
Gym.
The paper was snatched out of Dean's hands and thrown into the trash.
"No note passing' This is your last warning."
Cas nodded, not being able to look Mr. Crowley in the eyes. Letting out a breath he'd been holding, he looked at Dean. Dean was looking down at his work, taking notes. Eventually Cas did the same. The period passed without anymore warnings from Mr. Crowley. Dean and Cas simply did their work. After the bell rang, Castiel left quickly to grab his gym clothes from his locker.
When he got to the change room, it was unlocked. There was nobody inside so Cas guessed somebody just forgot to lock it after practice. Guessed soon turned into hoped.
"Hey Castiel..." Came an all too familier voice.
"Dick." Cas sighed. "Really? Again? I thought you had your fun earlier."
The bullying only recently started, so Gabriel didn't know. Cas would make up exuses like he ran into a wall or something. It was usually during lunch and/or gym. Sometimes, like earlier, in between periods.
"Yeah, I did. But you know what? I decided I wasn't done yet."
Castiel ignored him, putting his bag down and pulling off his shirt.
"Did you hear me?" Dick was close enough Cas could feel his breath on his skin, like a ghost was touching his neck. "Does mommy or daddy know? Do they know about the bullying yet? Castiel... it will get worse you know?"
At this point, Cas was ready to start throwing punches but didn't. He simply put on his gym shirt and shorts, turning to face Dick afterwards.
"Shouldn't you be getting dressed?"
Dick thought for a moment before shaking his head. Cas saw him lift his left arm and was quick to dodge the punch. Dodge after dodge after dodge... Eventually Dick stopped after Castiel tripped over a stray bag.
"You're getting better."
As Dick advanced, Castiel stumbled his way through the door, already out of breath. People in the hallway passing him looked at him funny, probably wondering why he was already out of breath. His breathing slowed and more boys in his class came to class, going in to change. Castiel leaned on the wall outside of the change room door and spotted Charlie again. He decided against talking to her for now. She was kind of strange, but in a good way. Possibly a friendship is on it's way?
Mr. Singer approached the change room and saw Castiel. He gave a small wave.
"What are we doing today Mr. Singer?" Cas asked.
"We're going up to the Mez today to work out. Gotta yell at the idjits in the change room before hand so Mrs. Harvelle doesn't come up and yell at us again for the boys distracting behavoir. I swear you're the only student who listens to me." Mr. Singer chuckled and a few of the boys came out of the change room.
The bell rang, starting the period officially. More boys came out until everyone was out. Mr. Singer did as he said he would and gave them all a lecture on how to act their age and to stop distracting the girls. Once it was over, they headed upstairs. The Mez smelled funny to Cas. It smelled a bit gross due to sweaty teens working up out here all the time, whether it be during lunch or class but also a bit plastic-y.
Most of the boys went over to the bikes first, including Castiel. He could see Kevin come from the weights to the bike next to him. Kevin waved at Castiel, knowing he could not hear him over the loud music from his earbuds. Gym always felt like a somewhat short period when he listened to music. For the next few days, they were going to be up here so that would mean that Cas would be able to listen to more music. After about 10 minutes on a bike, he went over to where Kevin was originally; the weights.
Castiel made sure to stay away from the other side of the room for now, it was where Dick, and now one of his friends, were stretching and doing push ups.
The end of class came quickly and Cas decided it would be best to take a quick shower before changing. The cold water felt nice against his skin and he was glad he had a small tube of bodywash in his bag so he wouldn't smell. The scent was vanilla. Most men probably wouldn't have picked a vanilla scented bodywash, but, to be honest, Castiel really enjoyed that scent.
He put on his clothes from earlier after drying off and emerged from the change room just as the bell rang. Cas rushed upstairs, stopping at one point to help someone who had fallen pick up their stuff. For once there was no large group at his locker which made it easy to get to.
Once he was outside, the first round of buses left, leaving him to wait for his.