"I've told you like 25 times Ruby, I'm not going to the fucking ball." Meg crossed her arms and glared at her cousin.
"Meggggggg." The younger girl whined. "Come on. I'll get Uncle Az to finally cave on buying you that car you want." Meg raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm..."
"Range Rover?" Ruby adjusted her backpack. Meg slowly nodded.
"Surround sound? Leather seats? Imagine pulling up to school in that." Ruby coaxed. Meg frowned.
"Okay fine, but only because I want that car."
"Ooh, this is gonna be so fun!" Ruby squealed, pulling out her phone.
"Uncle Az? I've got her." Meg heard a muffled squeal from the phone and groaned.
"Calm down. It's just a dance." But even as she said that, she knew she would regret this, bomb-ass car or not.
"Alright class, pencils down." Meg dropped her black pen to her desk with a sigh. That had been one hell of a quiz.
Hael, the designated teacher's pet, came around to collect all the papers.
"Hello Meg!" She chirped. Meg rested her head on the back of her seat.
"'Sup."
"I hope you did well on the test! I know Castiel did a lot of studying for it." Meg straightened up and laughed.
"Aw, good for him." She smiled as the other girl walked away.
"Why'd you say that?" Some ginger girl-Meg thought her name might be Tessa?- questioned. Pretty much everyone knew the animosity that existed between Meg and Cas.
"Oh please." Meg yawned. "There's no way featherbrains could beat me."
Meg was wrong. When the teacher graded the papers he was quite surprised. Margaret Masters and Castiel Novak both received perfect scores.
He shrugged, and decided they were probably studying together.
That was not the case.
"How dare he?" Meg fumed, staring at the class ranking list.
She'd had retained her spot at the top of the list for the past 3 fucking years. And then this... this inbred motherfucking asshat comes and ties. With her.
"Meg, calm down. It's no big deal. You're still at the top." Ruby placed a hand on Meg's arm.
"You want me to... calm down?" Meg hissed, eyes sparking.
"Yes." Ruby tossed her hair. "You can't murder him. Not here." Meg growled.
"Fucking watch me." She strode over to where the offending male was calmly organizing a stack of books in his tidy locker.
"Hey! Novak!" She barked.
"Oh. Hello Miss Meg. You look very nice today." He smiled politely.
Cas had determined, after quite an educational chat with Dean, that Meg's problem was that she simply didn't have good 'people skills'. Or, as Dean had said, she was a 'crazy ass bitch'.
"Cut the Minotaur shit Novak. What the fuck is your problem?" She shoved at his arm, making him stumble. It was a good thing she was so much smaller than him, or he probably would be splayed on the floor.
"I don't perceive one, although I'm sure your attitude could use a bit of work." She scowled.
"It's not my fucking attitude. It's the fact that you are screwing up my goddamn school."
Cas raised an eyebrow.
"Your school? I had been informed that this was a public place of education, open to all."
"Well surprise sugarpants. This ain't a democracy here, and I don't appreciate raising above your level."
"My... level?" He raised an eyebrow. "You really like to stick with this Capitalism thing, don't you. You're very concerned with classes."
Meg pushed him against the wall.
"Look, I get that you're a new kid here, so I'm gonna give you one more chance."
Her face was right below his, and he could feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. He shuddered. She was far too close for this to be proper.
"And then what?" He managed to whisper.
"And then I cut your fingers off and make you eat them. So stop fucking around, 'kay?" She batted her eyelashes at him sweetly before placing a little kiss on his cheek.
Cas froze.
"See you tomorrow!" Meg called behind her as she swaggered away.
He just stared.