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Castiel’s attention snapped back to the conversation happening at his lunch table with a loud clap from his best friend Charlie. Shit, did he get caught staring?
“Helloo?? Earth to Castiel!” The energetic redhead was now frantically waving her hands in front of his face.
With a slight blush, he redirected his focus back to the group of friends sat around the table. “I’m sorry, just spacing out.” As the conversation continued, something about making plans to see the new X-Men movie that weekend, he couldn’t help but drift off into a dreamy daze. He quite frequently checked out of reality like this, spending most of the day in his head.
Before he knew it, the bell sounded, and students begrudgingly began to rise from their tables. As his group of friends groaned and slung their heavy backpacks over their shoulders, Castiel sat still for a moment, easing out of his daydream and preparing to let reality take over.
His next class was geology with Mr. Crowley, the easiest class he had ever taken. The only thing he had to focus on was not mixing up the words ‘rock’ and ‘mineral’, which for some reason annoyed his teacher to the point of knocking 5 points off of any student’s grade who made the mistake. As the short tempered Scottish man dragged the television stand out of the closet, there was a collective sigh from the class. Watching a movie in class was basically like taking the day off.
As the VHS tape was loaded into the VCR, and the first of the glitchy images and snippets of boring music began to emanate from the TV, Castiel’s mind began to wander again. Lately he had been fixated on a certain boy at his school who at first caught his eye. As time went on, he couldn’t stop intentionally catching glimpses of him, or even anticipating his arrival in certain classes and at lunch. Before he could get a grip on himself, it evolved into a full blown crush, complete with daydreams and some obtrusive and inappropriate fantasies.
For now, however, his brain was whirring with an endless stream of self doubt and a lack of self confidence. He’d never have a chance with Dean Winchester. First of all, he was the basically the most popular guy in school-- football captain, already had a license and his own car, and not to mention the most beautiful human to ever grace the halls of their high school. The guy didn’t even know he existed. And if he did.. Castiel had already taken a mental inventory of every negative thought that would’ve filled the kid’s head.
After an hour of dozing in and out and not retaining a single iota of information from the movie, the bell rang, and it was time to meander out through the halls to his next class. He sighed to himself, lugging his bag with him through the crowded halls. He’d have to see Dean in his next class.
Just before he reached the door to his French class, someone shoved him hard into the lockers. He was about to take his typical submissive stance, assuming it was another bully pushing him around, when he caught the crazy eyes and red hair.
“God dammit, Charlie!” Castiel hissed at her. “What was that for?”
Charlie smirked at him in her devilish way, “Just wanted to see how you were doing.. Have fun with Dean in French.” She shot him a playful wink.
Castiel closed his eyes and let out an exasperated breath. “Charlie. He doesn’t even know I exist. He’s never even looked at me.”
“Well, I say you change that! Right now! Walk up to him and introduce yourself!” Her enthusiasm was starting to get on his nerves.
With a sarcastic little chuckle, Castiel responded. “That’s not gonna happen.”
Charlie shot him a dramatic frown just as the warning bell rang.
“I’ll see you at the end of the day.” Castiel grumpily turned on his heels and entered the classroom.