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○Cas○
I looked up at the gleaming white columns that held up the roof of the building, plucked straight out of the time of Greek gods and Roman gladiators.
What am I doing here?
I felt a hand clasp on my shoulder.
"You nervous?" a voice slurred behind me.
I turned and saw my older brother Gabriel, lips stained red, the end of a sucker sticking out of his mouth.
I laughed dryly and looked at the cracked sidewalk. "Nervous? Nervous! I'm out of place. Gabe, this is a super prestigious private school for paratas kids. Why am I here?"
"Cas, you are special. You just can't see it. That's why you're here. Obviously the administrators saw what I see in you. Come on. Chill."
I felt a wash of calm come over me and all my muscles relaxed. I shook my head and adjusted my bag, hitching it back onto my shoulder.
"Stop it. You're not supposed to use your powers on me." I met my brother's eyes as the calming resided like the tide going back to sea. I watched as the glistening purple faded out of his irises, changing back to their standard brown.
Gabe had powers of the mind and body. He could make you experience emotions of his choosing and could blind you on will. Mom and Dad thought he had other powers bubbling under the surface too. Gabe belonged here; I didn't.
All of a sudden, my vision went dark and the school was replaced with a scene from earlier that year, around April.
I saw myself laying on my bed, listening to music. My hair was a bit shorter than it was now, and I was wearing my black glasses. I heard Gabe's quick footfall, and he cleared his throat. I looked up and pulled one earbud out.
"You'll never believe what just came in the mail."
I watched as I rolled my eyes.
I remembered this day. This was the day I got my acceptance letter to Glen Rock Academy.
"What has come in the mail today, Gabriel?"
He held the envelope out so I could see. The past me, that is. Right now, I could only see the top of the thick manila envelope containing what I now know was my schedule and tuition information.
I noticed the top was torn, something I didn't see before. I liked seeing Gabe's point of view: he tended to pick up on details that my eyes scan over. I notice small things, but only if I pick it apart and analyze whatever I'm looking at.
"You got a free ride." I could practically hear the excitement ooze out of his voice. He studied the shock on my face as I sat up.
"Stop messing around Gabe. What is it really? Did you buy something weird off of Amazon again?"
Gabe's shoulders sagged and his grip loosened on the envelope. "No, Cas. You really did make it."
I rolled my eyes again, returning to my original position.
Then I saw it. I saw why Gabe showed me this day, this moment. My brother had one thought that passed his mind.
He doesn't see how special he is.
The picture dissolved, and I was back at the base of the steps of the main building of the high school, my new contacts working to focus on what was in front of me. Gabriel looked at me expectantly.
"Okay," I sighed. "I'll give it a chance. Just-" My words stopped with my breathing as my brother engulfed me in a hug. "Give me time," I finished.
The bells tolled as Gabe released me. They didn't sound like normal school bells, the ones that shrill and make you want to leave when they first chime. No, these were beautiful, and I felt myself taking that first step down the sidewalk leading around the school. I inhaled a deep breath when I made it to one of the additional buildings behind the portion that housed the core classes Glen Rock offered. First stop, P. E.
●Dean●
The campus was immense, almost as if it was its own dimension. Though, I suppose, it was; at least, our campus lied in a separate dimension from the debilis world. That was the only way to keep us, and them, safe. I looked around the familiar buildings on the way from my dorm. Everything was flawless: the white columns, the Greek architecture, the perfectly trimmed grass. I always enjoyed Glen Rock the best out of all the hidden towns paratas live in, and trust me, I'd seen my share. Yes, Willowdale in Iowa was great, and Lexon in New Hampshire had the most spectacular winters. This would always be my home, though. Whether it would be because I spent most of my life here, because my true family lived in the sleepy little town, or because we were far, far away from Alverton, South Carolina I wasn't sure.
My heart started racing, and I could feel the air pressing against my lungs, willing to break free.
No, I told myself. You have to calm down. Don't think about her.
But it was hard not to relive the screams of my mother, the frantic look in my father's eyes, or the heat of the fire. I couldn't help but feel the pain in my head when I was knocked to the ground by something the intruder hit me with. I couldn't stop hearing the way his ribs crunched when I pushed him against the wall, getting my first taste of my super strength. I didn't want to think about his final parting before I shoved him out of the window of my baby brother, Sammy's, nursery. Don't think that your dear ol' daddy can get out of our deal. But the worst thing was the sounds of my mother's sobs as she told me that she loved me.
In a way, that was the best thing about that night. At least, I knew her last words. Those are usually the only things that calm me when I think about what happened to us all those years ago. I lost my mother when I was just four, but, in a way, I lost my father as well.
No. You have a dad. You have a mom. You have a brother and a sister. That's all the family you could ever need.
The pressure released in my chest. Thank goodness, all I needed was another student to be hurt by my anger. If only I had a power that couldn't kill people accidentally. It would be wonderful to be able to disappear into the shadows; but no, I was stuck with super strength and elemental control. I don't know how many people can get blown away by my air control before I was put on permanent power arrest.
Just don't think about it, Dean. This is a new year; maybe you can leave everything in the past.
I almost laughed aloud. If I hadn't let things go by now, it probably wasn't going to happen.
I didn't even have to look at my schedule; I had first block in the gym with the other athletes who were required to have a P.E. credit each year and any other upperclassman who put the class off until the last minute. I hated filling a space in my schedule with P.E. when there were much more interesting classes, but the football coach made the team take it.
Thanks, Dad.
Rolling my eyes at seemingly nothing, I pushed open the doors.
○Cas○
I walked into the locker room and changed quickly. I didn't understand why I had P. E. first thing. I didn't understand why I had it at all. I was a senior, for God's sake. And I wasn't going to need to know how to play football in the medical field. I guess this is what I got for putting it off for three years. I sighed and sat on the bleachers, taking in my surroundings. I noticed a group of girls talking, who I assumed were cheerleaders, the cluster of football players, and a few other random students. I could see the door open to the weight room across the basketball court. There were the typical jocks who were in there, but I didn't pay much attention to them. Rather, I watched the one boy who was lifting weights that had to be four times his body weight and the small group around him. How interesting.
I felt someone at my side, and I jumped, little sparks twitching at the tips of my fingers.
"Whoa. That's so cool. Why were the sparks blue?"
I looked at my side and saw a small red head beaming at me like she just uncovered a lost da Vinci.
"Uh, I've never thought about it. I... don't really know."
"Well, I'm Charlie, human computer. And you are?" She jabbed her small hand at me. I raised my eyebrow, shaking her hand.
"I'm Castiel. Call me Cas. Human computer?"
She shrugged. "It's what I call myself. If you ever need to break into a building and get past security, I'm your girl." She said the last part in a hushed voice. "I can do about anything with technology." She leaned in, and her eyes glistened mischievously. "Wanna see?"
"Uh, sure." Why not?
She held her hands palm up, and the lines tracing her skin started to glow green. A spark appeared at the ceiling, and the sprinklers started shooting water. The cheerleaders squealed and ran for cover, which caused us to start laughing.
"Oh, I'm keeping you," I chuckled.
The water stopped dripping, and Coach Singer walked out of his office.
"I understand that this is your first day, so I won't go too hard on you. I planned on an easy day to go over a few things, but thanks to this little joke, I have a different idea. Dodgeball, everyone! You can give your friend credit for that. And to whoever that is, if anything like this happens again, dodgeball will be the last of your worries."
He blew his whistle and captains started picking teams. Charlie and I ended up on a boy named Luke's team.
"So, what's up with the electricity?" Charlie asked as she caught a ball and sent it flying into a girl on the opposite side.
"It's lightning, not electricity. Other than that, I'm not too sure." I dodged a red sphere. "The sparks are more of a nervous thing. You scared me and my fingers lit up. I can't explain it."
"You'll figure it out soon. In the meantime, duck!"
I looked and saw the boy who was lifting weights earlier throw a ball at me. Before I could react, it collided into my shoulder. That kid must have super strength because it sent me flying back into the wall. I saw his eyes widen, whether it was because of what he did or because my hands exploded lightning, I'm not sure. The bolts only went a few feet, but he saw it. He stood frozen as Charlie helped me up.
"He's got an arm on him."
Charlie laughed and walked over to the bleachers with me, her hand gently touching my shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded. "I'm fine. Maybe that will get me out of gym class for a while."
"Okay. I can laugh now. Cas, you've got to see your hair." She started rummaging through her bag and pulled out her phone, snapping a picture of me. "Look."
My hair was standing in every direction; and if it wasn't already raven black, I'm pretty sure it would have been scorched.
"I need to get that under control."
She shook her head. "Nah. I like your hair messy like that." We watched the boy take out person after person. I noticed he was throwing much easier. Every once in a while, I thought he was looking at me, but I must've been imagining it. I frowned. For whatever reason, I didn't quite like the idea of him staring at me.
The bells chimed for the next class, and Charlie gathered her things. "Where are you going next?"
"Medical Assisting. You?"
"Computer Programming. Here." She grabbed my hand and started writing on it. Her phone number.
"Charlie-"
She gave me a pointed look. "No, not like that. I have a girlfriend. Text me sometime. You need a good friend here."
With that she disappeared into the girls' locker room. I headed in the other direction. Getting undressed, I put on my new school uniform, struggling to tie the red tie and tucking it into my grey sweater vest. I started out of the room when I ran into something. Er, someone.
"Sorry," I mumbled. I almost pushed up my glasses when I remembered my contacts. Old habits die hard. I looked up into bright green eyes.
"I was hoping to run into you. Though I didn't mean literally."
It was him. I didn't say anything.
"Is your shoulder alright?" I nodded, and he went on. "Okay, good. My strength gets out of hand every once in a while. I was hoping that I didn't hurt you."
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine." I brushed past him and picked up my books, throwing my bag over my left shoulder. It felt awkward, but better than my now injured right one.
"I didn't catch your name," the boy called after me.
"That's because I didn't give it."
●Dean●
Once I changed into a pair of basketball shorts and an old T-shirt, I headed into the weight room. Some of the guys I talked to on the football and wrestling teams were there. There were only a handful of people who could actually be near me for any given moment. It's not like I'd ever done anything to warrant it, but some people would practically cower in my presence. Maybe it was due to one of my outbursts, though that only happened three times, but it was most likely my past. The whole school seemed to think I was the most interesting paratas on the planet, but they didn't know the truth. Sure, they knew about the power hungry unstable paratas named Azazel Lehne that killed my mother, but that was about the extent. Most had their suspicions about the stability of my father, but they didn't know for sure. Of course, I wouldn't ever tell them how close to the truth they were. I wouldn't even tell my closest friends.
Speaking of my closest friends, they noticed me from across the room and walked towards me. Benny was stuck in the same situation as me, being on the football team. We just forced Adam to endure gym each year with us.
Benny clapped me on the back. "It's been a while, Winchester."
"Just three months, Lafitte." I nodded to Adam, receiving a dip of his head in return.
While Adam lived in South Dakota as well, Benny's home was in Clearfield, Louisiana. He was one of the many kids who came from quite a distance to come to the best paratas school in the country. I hadn't seen Benny since May, but I saw Adam quite frequently.
I noticed a few other guys I knew, but none ever spoke to me. Without dwelling on them, I focused on the two boys in front of me.
"Hey, Dean, you wanna show the freshmen what you can do?"
I rolled my eyes at Benny. He, of course, was speaking of my strength. It seemed like we always showed off the first day of school, just to prove a point. That began when the upperclassmen tried to push the three of us around our freshman year. Let's just say that they didn't bother us after I bench pressed three times my weight.
So, I showed off a little. Alright, I showed off a lot. The looks on the freshmen's faces were always so priceless. Though, the group around me dispersed when the sprinklers in the main portion of the gym went off.
Everyone started murmuring as we walked out. "What happened?" "Did something catch on fire?" "Well, it wasn't Dean this time." "Not on the first day."
I didn't even make it to the door before the water stopped dripping from the ceiling. Turns out, it was only a prank on some of the cheerleaders. I couldn't help but laugh.
Dad walked out of his office, his disbelief radiating from across the room. "I understand that this is your first day, so I won't go too hard on you. I planned on an easy day to go over a few things, but thanks to this little joke, I have a different idea. Dodgeball, everyone!" he yelled, unnecessarily using his powers. If I didn't live with the man, I would've been intimidated. "You can give your friend credit for that. And to whoever that is, if anything like this happens again, dodgeball will be the last of your worries."
We were then separated into teams, and I somehow ended up with both Adam and Benny. We all shared a grin before my dad blew his whistle.
After a pretty easy game, I threw one of the balls at a kid with messy black hair since he seemed like an easy target. Was it a bit wrong to go for him when he was talking to the girl next to him? Maybe.
Well, as it turns out, I threw the ball a little too hard. Sometimes I didn't know my own strength. He was knocked a few feet behind him, into the wall. Right before he did, sparks of blue lightning flew from his hands, causing a few students to stare at him. Including me.
And that's the moment that I realized that I didn't recognize him. He must have been new, which didn't surprise me. Every year, we seemed to have a few new kids move here. The next thing that I noticed was that the kid was pretty hot. Like, damn.
He walked to the bleachers with the girl he was talking to. Her name was Charlie, and if I didn't know that she had a girlfriend, I would have been jealous of the way she flitted around him.
Dean. No, you can't think like that. You're sounding oddly possessive over this boy you don't know.
Putting those thoughts aside, the bell for next period began, and I went to change back into my school uniform. Maybe the other kids wanted to impress people on the first day, but I just stuck to the white dress shirt, black pants, and standard red tie. The only difference was that I was wearing my red Converse. The dress code never addressed shoes, and the administration never seemed bothered by it.
After I finished, I looked at the crumpled schedule I shoved into my pocket for my next class. It was an AP debilis history class taught by a new teacher. I always really liked history and world studies, and Mom and Dad always pushed me to take advanced classes. When that class appeared during scheduling last year, it seemed too good to be true.
As I was heading to the door, I ran into the black haired boy. "Sorry," he mumbled. He tried to push up glasses he seemed to forget he didn't have on. I laughed a little.
Man, he's even hotter up close.
"I was hoping to run into you. Though I didn't mean literally," I joked, trying to come off charming and smooth. He just ignored me.
"Is your shoulder alright?" He nodded. "Okay, good. My strength gets out of hand every once in a while. I was hoping that I didn't hurt you." I didn't know why, but I wanted him to understand that I didn't mean for any of that to happen. Maybe I could get to him before the rumors did.
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine," he said, brushing past me.
"I didn't catch your name," I called out to him.
"That's because I didn't give it."
Maybe I was too late. Maybe he hated me already.
○Cas○
I walked into my Medical Assisting class in the elective wing of the main building and settled in the front seat of the row by the door. I was one of the first students since I was about five minutes early. One of the perks of this school was there were ten minutes between classes as some of the buildings were quite a distance apart. Though, like my old high school, each block was ninety minutes long.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone sit in the desk to my left.
"I'm Kevin Tran," he said. I turned and saw an Asian boy who looked a few years younger than me, even though I soon learned he was a junior. He was holding out his hand. I smiled and shook it.
"Castiel Novak. But you can call me Cas."
"Well, Cas, it's nice to meet you. Why are you here?"
It was a vague question, yet I knew what he meant. "I have no idea. You?"
He smirked. "Omnilingualism. I'm basically Google Translate."
I nodded. "So, today I've met the human computer, Hulk's smaller, less green twin, and Google Translate. Cool."
He raised his eyebrows. "The human computer? You met Charlie Bradbury? Senior, redhead?"
"Yeah." I pointed up to the ceiling. "She set off the sprinklers."
"On purpose?"
"Yes."
Kevin smiled. "That sounds like her. So, you don't know what your power is?" He sounded skeptical.
I shrugged and looked at my hands, the same hands that pulsed with electricity last period. "I can do a few things."
"Like?"
I nodded to the window where two wilting plants sat. My lips quirked up; and the leaves grew greener, the stems taller, and the flowers bloomed again.
"That's really neat. That could come in handy if you needed a certain plant to treat someone."
Just then, our teacher, Mrs. Singer, walked in.
"Alright, class. I won't bore you with all the details you've heard every year and will continue to hear for the rest of the day. I've compiled the rules and gave you each a copy. I expect you to read them as I will not be going over them later. And the only rule I wish to speak of today is that when I give an assignment, you had better complete it. You are students taking a college class and I will accept no less. Okay, let's begin today's lesson. Would everyone please take out their books and turn to chapter one?"
●Dean●
I got upstairs to my debilis history class and looked around the room for a seat. Benny had beat me to class and was sitting in the back; when he saw me, he waved me over. Usually, this wasn't his thing, but I talked him into it. And by that, I mean that I promised I would help him win drum line captain that year. He didn't need much help, actually Benny was the best tenor player our school has seen, but he didn't need to know that. Plus, I couldn't play drums to save my life, so I don't know why he agreed to it. I really only gave him suggestions or fixed his counting.
As I walked back, I glanced at the room and on the board, in scribbly handwriting was "Balthazar's AP Debilis History Class." Balthazar? Our schedules said Mr. Roché. This guy already seemed interesting, and he wasn't even in class yet.
"So, Dean," Benny started, "have you met Meg? She's new." He gestured toward a girl with blonde hair who was sitting next to him.
"Uh, no. I haven't actually," I admitted. "Hi, Meg. I'm Dean, Dean Winchester." I extended my hand and she shook it.
"Hello, Dean. I'm Meg, Meg Masters," she said with a wink, almost mocking me. "Have a seat," she added, gesturing to one in front of her.
I did as she told me, a little wary of her attitude at first. As I talked to her, though, I learned that she was actually really funny. By the time our teacher walked in, Benny and I had both exchanged phone numbers with her.
"Hello, class," the tall man said, speaking with an thick accent. After a mumbling from the room as a reply, he snorted. "That was pathetic. I hope you all will be a little more lively in class." He pointed to the board behind him. "As you can see, I don't like being called Mr. Roché. In this class, I'd like for you all to call me Balthazar. That, of course, is my name. We're going to be discussing the past of the debilis world, and how we're impacted by it today. We should get a lot covered, but only with your cooperation. I'm looking forward to this semester with you." He walked behind his desk, mumbling something along the lines of, "As long as we don't get to the Titanic. God, I hate that movie."
I started laughing, though no one else seemed to hear our teacher.
Well, this is going to be amusing.
○Cas○
As soon as MA was over, Kevin and I grabbed a quick lunch, before walking to the science wing. I had AP Paratas Studies this semester while he had AP Biology. We parted ways at his classroom and promised to meet up for dinner later.
I quickly ran up the stairs and took a deep breath at the door. When I finally entered, I felt late, though I was five minutes early. I noticed Hulk in the back corner with a few other jocks. I clenched my jaw and continued to scan the classroom, not letting my eyes linger on him. I didn't see Charlie and most of the others didn't look inviting so I took the seat in the front, this time by the window.
I got bored and pulled out a sheet of notebook paper. I started doodling and by the time our teacher, Mr. Potter, came in, I had drawn a pair of intricate wings.
"Hello class, my name is Mr. Potter, and this is AP Paratas Studies."
I heard someone laugh from the back. "Mr. Potter? What is your first name? Harry?"
The teacher raised his eyebrow. "No. In fact, my name is Craig."
I stifled a laugh as whoever spoke up before fell into silence.
"Alright. Let's begin. For all of you to master your powers, you must first understand the concept and scientific background. But it goes beyond that, though we'll get to that part later. For now, I hope you all know biology."
Thank all things holy that it took AP Bio in my old high school.
This will be fun.
°°°
Ninety blissful minutes later, I gathered my books and made the trek to my Anatomy class.
●Dean●
After Balthazar spoke about fire drills and whatnot, class was nearly finished. He let us have free time for the last ten minutes, which I spent talking to Benny and Meg. I learned that she used to live in Wrensville, Ohio, but her family moved here a few weeks ago. She also informed us that she had elasticity for a power, and she demonstrated by stretching her arm across to Benny's desk. I, personally, wanted to throw up seeing that.
Thankfully, the bells went off across campus, meaning I didn't have to watch Meg stretch any more limbs. On my way to the band room, I stopped at the cafeteria for a sandwich and ate it as I walked. I spent the next forty-five minutes preparing for marching band registration and auditions, something that was coming up soon. I was almost finished when the bells rang again. With a loud sigh that Mr. Harrison glared at me for, I left for AP Paratas Studies, back in the history wing. Too bad my schedule didn't line up better, otherwise I'd only have to walk next door between debilis and paratas. I was the first one there, and I took a seat in the back. The front row just made me uneasy. After most of the kids filled in, I noticed the black haired boy from gym as he sat in the very section that I tended to avoid.
Our teacher came into the room, and he began to introduce himself.
"Hello class, my name is Mr. Potter, and this is AP Paratas Studies."
I laughed to myself and added a smart comment, even though I knew it was rude. "Mr. Potter? What is your first name? Harry?"
The teacher looked towards me, and I looked away. "No. In fact, my name is Craig."
That left me speechless, an odd occurrence. Without any other distractions, he went on about genetics. While I understood everything he said, I was bored. I hated biology. I wished we would hurry and get to the history part of class, but I knew we had to cover other material before that. I guess I just had to sit through a few painful lessons for now.
After ninety minutes of the seemingly longest class I've ever sat through, the bells finally rang.
I started my way downstairs towards Anatomy, and I noticed that boy was going in the same direction that I was. He was just everywhere I had to go, wasn't he?
○Cas○
Again, I took the front seat and after a few seconds, Hulk walked in. It felt like he was following me. I accidently met his eyes and he smiled. Rather than smiling back, I averted my gaze. Someone hovered over my desk, probably Hulk; I lowered my head and the shadow moved on. After ten minutes of silence and our teacher, Mr. Johnson, walked in.
He started to drone on about rules of the classroom, fire drills, basic crap that was on a list that one of our classmates, Hannah I believe was her name, was passing out. I could just read them later.
I stared at my desk for the entire time, not even noticing that the bells had chimed until everyone stood up to leave. I followed suit and trudged across the building to the elective wing on the first floor where my locker was located. I was just glad we were given lockers after orientation, so I didn't struggle finding it.
I tossed my textbooks in the small metal box, grabbed the few things I needed, and slammed the door. The few people left in the halls looked startled, but I really didn't care.
I left the main hub of students gathered outside the main building and started toward my dorm room. It was only the first day, and I was already done with people. I needed a nap.
●Dean●
I followed the black haired boy downstairs to the science wing. Oddly enough, we had the same Anatomy class. He took a seat at the front of the room and looked up at me. I smiled, trying to be friendly; he just looked away.
What was his problem? I thought to myself. Why are the attractive ones always rude?
When our teacher, Mr. Johnson, came in, he went on and on about the rules and even handed out a page for them. I just shoved it into a book and waited until class was over. All I could think about was if it would be weird to go talk to that boy. There was just something about him; I couldn't get him out of my head.
At last, the day was over. I tried to reach the kid before he left class, but he got out of that door so fast, someone would think he had super speed.
Giving up, I just went to my dorm, not even stopping at my locker. I just took my books back to my room.
I still have to help Jo finish up paperwork for band, I thought as I walked. I wonder if she wants me to come home today or if she'll just meet me at my dorm.
I sighed loudly. This long day wasn't quite over.
○Cas○
I made it to my door and shifted my folders and MA book to my left arm. Being lazy, I fumbled blindly for my keys. In the process, I dropped not only my keys, but all my arm's contents as well. "Shit," I muttered and bent down. I gathered my school supplies but couldn't find my keys. A pair of red Converse appeared in front of me, and I looked up into the green eyes of a boy. Hulk. And he was holding my keys. I stood up and frowned. "What? Are you stalking me now?" I asked harshly.
He frowned. "No." The way he said that sounded like a question. "I actually didn't see you until a second ago. You just dropped your keys, and they went in front of my door." He pointed to his room. "Hm. I guess we live across from each other."
I huffed. Great. He just stared at me with those bright eyes of his, not sensing my annoyance. I cleared my throat. "Could I have my keys back?" I watched as he curled the only access to my room in his palm. I could see the neon green keychain my little sister, Anna, made me a few years ago. I winced a little as one pipe cleaner bent in his grip. He knew I couldn't leave unless he let me have my keys back. I was trapped outside a locked room. How ironic.
He went to hand my keychain over, but stopped himself. "I just want to make sure you're actually okay. Sometimes being hit with super strength can be worse later on. Trust me, I should know; my brother shares that wonderful power. Thanks father," he mumbled.
"I'm fine," I snapped. "My keys."
He finally gave me my keys back. "Oh, I never learned your name."
"Castiel. My name is Castiel."
This boy obviously does not know when to let this go. I just want to go and sleep. Is that so wrong?
"I'm Dean Winchester. I hope we could talk again without it being a confrontation." The way he said that was so hopeful. Why does he want to talk to me?
He painfully reminded me of someone else with his cheerful and suave demeanor. Just like him, Dean wanted my attention despite my attitude towards him.
I had such a strong sense of déjà vu. No. This wasn't going to happen again.