Thank you guys so much for all the support! Now, this chapter is from Castiel's point of view, and I think I'll do this more often, I mean, he is really fun to write. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and please don't forget to review.

The first week of school was just horrible. Normally it would take Castiel about three weeks to get completely fed up with classes, but this year was special. This year the principal decided she was underestimating the pupils intelligence and decided that the teachers needed to make things more challenging.

Castiel thought about how to not die of boredom every day in school. Maybe he could start a journal. No, it would be stupid. And horrible.

And now there was Eleanor as well. She was kind of cool. Great music taste. Flat like an ironing board. Cute accent though. But still, annoying. Always happy. Always smiling. Always excited. Always acting as if Castiel was her best friend.

Castiel tried really hard not to have friends. Lysander was the only one, and neither of them really knew how they got so close to each other - maybe it was because they were both so into not having friends. The truth was, his parents were not really there during his childhood. He spent most of it with his uncle and his aunt. They loved him, and he loved them. They were the kindest people he had ever met. Castiel was 6 when he found out his uncle and his aunt were not immortal. He also decided that day that he would never get in a motorcycle.

When he was 12 he decided that he would never find his soulmate. But then he turned 15 and, god, Deborah was so beautiful, it would be amazing if they were soulmates. They weren't. But it was ok, they were happy, and to be dating someone who loved him so much, and whom he loved just as much, was amazing. Castiel was 16 when he found out people lie about their feelings.

Sometimes, when it was dark in his room and he was all by himself, Castiel's heart ached. He missed them. Sometimes he looked up to the night sky, cigarette in his mouth, and wondered if she was looking up to the still blue sky of California. She used to love the sea. But she also used to love Castiel, so maybe she got tired of it as well. And when he remembered her brown hair and those beautiful blue eyes and that look in her face when she said "I love you, kitten" or saying that she loved the sea, Castiel's eyes leaked salt water. Maybe it was because she forgot the sea as well, so both of them could mourn their loss. Maybe it was because he just didn't want to say he cried when he missed her.

So, yeah, he had some trust issues.

It was lunch time and he was in the roof playing guitar. He had just lit a cigarette when Ginger arrived. She wrinkled her nose when she sat next to him. She always did that.

"These things will kill you one day. It's aterrible habit" She also always said that.

Many people tried to make Castiel stop smoking. All of them unsuccefully. Castiel didn't stop smoking for people. He started because of people. Eleanor continued to talk nonstop to Rosa about some make-up nonsense. Lysander was writing. Castiel looked up to the grey sky and let out some grey smoke.

He looked at the people around him - one friend, one Rosalya and one... something. So Rosalya was there because Lys was her friend. Fair. Eleanor was there because she was Rosalya's friend. Not so fair anymore. It wasn't that he didn't like either of them. It was just that 88% of the world population annoyed him.

It was amazing how Eleanor fit almost perfectly in the profile of the 88%. For starters, her trousers today were fluorescent green. Fucking, Fluorecent. Green. She looked like a walking marker. Then she had that laugh that sounded like a constipated hiena. Also, she was ginger. Nothing against gingers, but Castiel thought they were all weirdly overexcitable. Like Eleanor. And her ginger hair was not like Karen Gillan's or Holland Roden's - wayvy, smoth, pretty-, it was completely straight and Castiel didn't find completely straight hair pretty. He only ever liked one hair like that, Anna Fay's, from Winged Skull. Anna and Eleanor looked alike. But Anna had dyed her hair blue, and had less freckles, and more curves, and a prettier face, and was less annoying.

"Hey Rosa" Ginger called, making the white haired girl look up from her phone "I forgot to ask you. My cousin was thinking about dying her hair and she wants a good hair dye, and I told her how yours looked awesome and she asked me to ask the name of the brand you use"

"Oh, no honey, mine is not hair dye. It's soulmate"

"No way! Really? I've never known someone who got the hair change! And, God, when did it happen? Like, The Light almost never happens with someone so young!"

"It was last year. I got really lucky, I have to admit"

"How was it?"

"It was after my first date with Leigh, Lys' bother. He was walking me home and he took my hand. Then I felf as if my heart was about to jump out of my chest. My finger were tingling and I felt like I could fly. Next thing I know, his blonde hair is black and my brown one is white"

"The Light is so magical! I can't wait to fing my soulmate!"

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Castiel interrupted at this point, not handling all of that rubbish anymore "It's just a fucking chemical reaction! When your brain releases norepinephrine and dopamine, then your appendix releases lurepnephrine and if your lurepnephrine is identical to the other person's, it creates light, only there's only one person in the world who's lurepnephrine is identical to yours. That's it. That's all"

"It's still magical"

"It's bullshit"

"Castiel you're doing it again" Lysander said in a calm voice, not looking up from his notebook.

"Doing what?"

"Destroying people's hopes and dreams. Stop it"

"You're not my father"

"No, because if I were you wouldn't listen to me. But you do, so do us a favour and shut up for a second"

"Why am I even your friend?"

"Because we share common interests and-"

"Rhetorical question, Lys"

"Sorry. But, anyway, it's because we care and look after each other"

"Aaaawww" Eleanor exclaimed "Bromance!"

"I'm throwing you out of this fucking roof, I swear to God"

"Castiel, no threatening, please"

"Lysander, you're a bitch"

"Thank you"

"Oh my God! Elly! Take a look at this!" Rosalya showed something to Eleanor in her phone and they started squealing and talking about clothes and make up. Lysander went back to writing poetry and Castiel went back to playing his guitar. He went over his repertory in his head and decided to play something from Wingend Skull. Chemical Love seemed appropriated.

Looking up, Castiel let his finger slide and strum through the chords, creating a beautiful melody. Eleanor would sing sometimes. Her voice was not that good, but Castiel didn't mind. It proved that he played well enough for the songs to be reconizable and it proved that, at least, Ginger had a good music taste.

When he stopped playing that song Eleanor came back to babbling a bunch of useless stuff with Rosalya, her high-pitched voice making Castiel want to kill himself. He didn't care about what was the best foundation for dry skin. Another song? No, he was tired. Taking an empty notebook and a pen, he wrote:

School, Day 7

Fucking Amber still loves me. All of the teachers still hate me. Eleanor is being annoying, as usual. I am fucking bored.

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What the fuck am I doing? This is stupid. Note to self: never do this again