After cleaning myself up, I left the bathroom and entered the corridor. The bell had just rang to mark the end of first period. Walking down to the lockers, I took my phone out of my pocket. I had 4 messages and 2 missed calls. They were all from Dakota.
'Where are you?' 'You okay?' 'Are you okay, I haven't seen you all morning?' 'Where are you? Your Uncle's looking for you.'
"Charlie!" I heard someone shout.
Turning in the direction of the voice, I saw Dakota running over. Upon reaching me, she initially smiled before noticing how red my eyes were from crying. Her expression changed to that of a sympathetic one before she pulled me into a hug.
"What's wrong?" She asked softly.
I shook my head. "It's just my Uncle, that's all. Me and him had an argument."
"That makes sense, he seemed worried when I saw him earlier." Dakota stated.
"Yeah well..." I unlocked my locker and grabbed my books. I sighed, not having enough will power to finish my sentence. "What lesson is it?"
"Chemistry." She answered.
I sighed once again. "Uhhh!" I groaned.
As we walked down the corridor on our way to the Chemistry room, Dakota was rambling on.
"Mike wants to go out at the weekend but my Mom has grounded me! I'm nearly eighteen years old for God sake!..."
I had already dazed off. Looking around, I noticed Dean standing by the water fountain talking to Lauren Priors in the year above. Judging at the way she was behaving, it was obvious that she was trying to flirt with him. Her over emphasised laugh was showing all of her badly whitened teeth that Daddy had just forked out two thousand dollars for.
"Charlie?..." Dakota waved her hand in front of my face.
"What?" I turned my attention back to her.
"Did you listen to a word I just said?" She asked with a smirk.
"No." I admitted truthfully before laughing.
She looked in the direction that I had been staring. "Who's that?"
"Dean Winchester, he just started here this morning." I answered, turning back to him.
"I know that face, that's your 'I'm jealous but trying my best to hide it' face." Dakota stated with a grin.
"Uhhh! I hate her so much! Why is he even talking to her anyway, she's the school slut!" I scowled.
"She's a rich slut." Dakota added.
"He's too nice for her." I stated.
"How do you know he's too nice?" She asked, furrowing an eyebrow.
"When I was crying this morning, he came to see if I was alright." I answered.
"Awww." Dakota smiled. "That's cute..." She put her hands on my shoulders. "In that case, you're gonna' go over there and flirt like hell." She stated.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Yes." Dakota nodded. "Dean's new, he doesn't know his way around. All you need to do is offer to show him the way to Chemistry."
"Fine." I shoved away her hands and reluctantly turned in his direction. Taking a deep breath, I made my way over. "Hi, Dean." I smiled naturally.
"Hi, Charlie." He smiled back.
Dakota walked over to Lauren. "Hey, Coach Fray wants to speak to you about the cheerleading final on Friday." She lied.
"Oh, okay, see you later." She grinned at Dean before waving and rushing off down the corridor.
Dakota discretely winked at me before also walking off.
"I just thought you might want me to show you the way to Chemistry, that map is like a million years old and half of the classrooms on it have been knocked down." I smirked.
Dean nodded. "That would be great, thank you."
We both set off down the corridor.
"A word to the wise, don't get involved with Lauren 'Slut' Priors, she's got more STD's then a health clinic." I warned. "Plus she's thick. Last year in the Spelling Bee, she got out in the first round for not knowing how to spell 'planet'."
Dean smirked. "Ouch, that's embarrassing."
I nodded. "Lauren's not bothered, Daddy's got enough money to spoil her rotten for the rest of her life. She doesn't understand what she's got." I sighed.
"If you don't mind me askin', what happened to your Dad? You haven't mentioned him." Dean asked.
"He abandoned my Mom when I was two, I've never seen him. He could be dead, or out there somewhere, but frankly, I don't really care. My Mom was my only family, not some random guy who ran out of my life before I even had the chance to know him." I looked at Dean. "What about your parents?"
"My Mom died when I was four, but my Dad's still around. He works in the mechanic's business, so we're always moving around, that's why Sammy and I got dumped here." He explained.
"Do you ever stay for long?" I asked.
"Normally a couple of weeks at the most."
"Oh." That wasn't the answer I was hoping for.