Chapter 5
When we got to the nurse's office. He plopped down on one of the chairs, interviewing mode on.

"So tell me about this Arsen. Who is he, and how can he bend our furious principal to his will?" Castiel immediately started.

"You're not even going to take care of your supposed wound?" I tried to avoid the questions. But avoiding things were not of my nature.

"The nurse isn't here right now. I'll take care of it when she gets here. Now. Who is this Arsen?" He prompted me again.

"Arsen, is my..." I held in a breath of air. I gulped. My palms were slick with sweat. He raised an eyebrow, gazing forcefully at me.

"Ex. Boyfriend." I said it as two separate words, carefully watching his face for a reaction. He remained impassive.

"Continue." He commanded.

"I broke up with him last year... We had a very serious relationship for such a young age. I started dating him when I was 13, almost 14. At that time, I was still a grade behind, but due to the fear I had disabilities, I quickly took some tests. Got my IQ score. It was incredibly high. It was featured on the news, and the school had to let me skip a grade. So I skipped two. They claimed that the reason they didn't let me skip was because of my disabilities. That was all bull, though. When I first tried they told my family that they weren't able to get me caught up with the work." I supplied him with total unrelated information. All of it true though.

"And your disabilities concern him, how?" He asked.

"Well, he helped me through the problems with that. I was accepted by him for who I was unlike most of my friends at the time. That meant a lot. Of yeah, we met each other because we both lived by the river. It was the fall, before it was time to pull out the docks. I had rowed up the river with my sister. We always passed this sandbar, and so we stopped as usual. We didn't notice on the farther end, him and his gang of friends were there. They were playing Frisbee and it went really far this one time, and hit me on the head." I rambled on. Then realized I had a good question for him.

"That's not helping me understand this any better." Castiel voice was cold as ice. I sat down on one of the chairs facing him.

"Well, why do you want to know so much about my relationships?" I tried to turn tables. Sadly he was too stubborn.

"You got me involved by slamming me into the lockers. I want to know what's going on." His face as expressionless as before.

"We fight like that a lot. Whenever we fight, though we both know which person would win, if we actually fought for real..." I tried.

"Who? Surely not you." Castiel remarked.

"That's sexist! And it would be him. He's heavier then me and that's his advantage!" I huffed.

"I know you're not strong, and nor are you heavy. Plus, you don't seem like the type to fight seriously." He remarked.

"Sometimes, I go into a psychotic rage and it's pretty scary. I gain practically inhuman strength. That's the only time I would win against, him hands down. And I can fight seriously." I huffed, then paused recalling it. "When I first came to this city, I had to fight a lot. There would be an odd amount of people attacking me. I ended up getting a phone, so I could call the police, it was that bad. Until..." I trailed off not wanting to finish what I was going to say.

"That just sparked my interest. Continue that sentence." Castiel smiled ruthlessly at me.

I was saved by the nurse who came in at that moment.

"Oh my! What's wrong?" She asked. I immediately stood up.

"Ah! You're here. Then I will leave you in good hands." I turned to Castiel at the last part and walked out of the room. I sighed as soon as the door closed.

. . . . .

It was already halfway between the 3rd period when I got to the library. I looked at my work. Halfway done with it, thank goodness. Now, I needed to confirm all the times with the companies. That needed to be done in complete silence. Sadly it was study hall for some of the students in another class.

I gathered up my courage and went into the Principal's office for the second time today.

This time she was not in here, so I took a seat and waited for her. Nathaniel came in after a few minutes afterwards. I had been typing up a bit of what I could without those phone calls. Most of my work now was to plainly call, and make sure that everything was set in stone.

"Hey. Could you explain what you do to me? Melody said that you were an event planner, though she didn't quite believe." He asked looking just the slightest excited.

"I event plan." I started.

"And she does all the important events from what I heard. Helping out Idinote Inc. is already huge, but having him as your top client is amazing. And you've also helped plan an Oscar. I'm very proud of the works she does, though that's all private information. The school isn't allowed to even whisper it to the grass."

The principal boomed for behind us.

"Now, Nathaniel what is up?" The principal quickly moved on.

"Ah, here." He passed her a folder. She nodded her thanks.

"And you?" She asked me.

"I need to make a lot of work calls, so I either need an empty room here, or I have to head home. Which will it be, because I need permission from you to do both." I stated quickly seeing as she seemed to be in a rush.

"There's an empty consoling room you may use on the second floor. Room 223." The principal advised. "This way you don't have to make up class."

"Alright, thanks!" I chirped and Nathaniel and I exited.

"That's really awesome! What you do, I mean. How did you even get in with these companies." He asked, astonished.

"Luck, and support." I replied swiftly as I started heading upstairs, he went his separate way to class. I shook my head gently and found the empty room quite relieving seeing as fate decided that it would not allow me to make any choices today.