“What the hell happened to you?” Jensen demands as Cindy stumbles into class, holding a leaking bag of ice up to her eye.
“Matt Cohen,” she mumbles, dropping down into the seat next to his and dumping her backpack on the ground.
Jensen looks at her, aghast. He’s more the shy-skinny-book-reader type of guy, but he’s willing to defend his best friend’s honor if he has to.
Cindy must see his rising indignation, because she rolls her eyes and then winces at the movement. “At ease, Captain America, Matt didn’t beat me up. I was blowing him behind the bleachers and he kneed me in the face when my braces nicked his dick.”
Jensen instinctively grabs his own package, in sympathy pain. Danneel chooses that moment to walk in, and wiggles her eyebrows at where his hand is.
“Jeez, Cin, did you do it again? You need to learn to tuck your lips around those things,” Danneel snickers, bumping Jensen with her elbow just to be a brat.
“So this is a thing that happens often? Thank god I’m a gay virgin,” Jensen says, and then blushes straight to the roots of his hair when Genevieve Cortese glances over her shoulder at him from a few rows up and bats her stupidly perfect eyelashes knowingly.
Jensen slides down farther into his seat and prays to Jesus that a person can’t die from embarrassment alone. Like he needs any more reasons to hate his life.
“Children,” Ms. Rhodes welcomes them from the front of the class, looking at them like she knows they are up to no good already.
“Morning, Ms. Rhodes,” Cindy and Danneel sing-song in unison, and that gets a few snicker out of Tommy and Rosey in the back row.
A loud noise comes from behind them as all six feet of gangly Jared Padalecki stumbles in. He knocks over Tommy’s notebook and endures a good-natured “watch it, Stretch!” before mumbling his apologies to Ms. Rhodes for being late and dropping down next to Genevieve.
Jensen tries not to watch Jared make googly-eyes at Genevieve, but he fails miserably, like every single day of his rotten existence.
“Mr. Padalecki, you better have a good reason for being late,” Ms. Rhodes scolds, but there’s no heat behind it because everyone loves stupid Jared.
“I was helping my Pa birth a calf this morning, ma’am. It won’t happen again,” Jared replies, batting those big eyes, dimples in full bloom.
Ms. Rhodes smiles softly, as the whole class “awws” and Genevieve turns to beam at him.
“Asshole,” Jensen mumbles under his breath.
Jared turns around and looks at him then, and Jensen’s face burns. He didn’t think he said it that loud, but Jared’s looking at him with this hurt little expression and, fuck it, today sucks.
“Hope you washed your hands, Paddywack!” Cindy yells out, thankfully breaking the tension. She attempts a smile, but manages an “ow” instead.
“Even scrubbed behind my ears, Sampson,” Jared replies, sticking his tongue out at her.
“You’re a dirty boy, Paddywack, it’ll take a lot more than that,” Cindy replies, and Jared grins wide.
“Miss Sampson, Mr. Padalecki, if you’re done flirting now, I’d like to pretend to teach you something,” Ms. Rhodes deadpans, and stupid Jared doesn’t even have the decency to blush.
Jensen does, however. Blush, that is.
Fucking stupid pale skin.
They somehow get through the hour with only minimal interruptions, and when the bell rings, Jensen throws himself towards the door. Jared’s not in his next class, and Jensen needs the break from all the damn feelings inside of him.
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“What the hell happened to you?” Jensen demands as Cindy stumbles into class, holding a leaking bag of ice up to her eye.
“Matt Cohen,” she mumbles, dropping down into the seat next to his and dumping her backpack on the ground.
Jensen looks at her, aghast. He’s more the shy-skinny-book-reader type of guy, but he’s willing to defend his best friend’s honor if he has to.
Cindy must see his rising indignation, because she rolls her eyes and then winces at the movement. “At ease, Captain America, Matt didn’t beat me up. I was blowing him behind the bleachers and he kneed me in the face when my braces nicked his dick.”
Jensen instinctively grabs his own package, in sympathy pain. Danneel chooses that moment to walk in, and wiggles her eyebrows at where his hand is.
“Jeez, Cin, did you do it again? You need to learn to tuck your lips around those things,” Danneel snickers, bumping Jensen with her elbow just to be a brat.
“So this is a thing that happens often? Thank god I’m a gay virgin,” Jensen says, and then blushes straight to the roots of his hair when Genevieve Cortese glances over her shoulder at him from a few rows up and bats her stupidly perfect eyelashes knowingly.
Jensen slides down farther into his seat and prays to Jesus that a person can’t die from embarrassment alone. Like he needs any more reasons to hate his life.
“Children,” Ms. Rhodes welcomes them from the front of the class, looking at them like she knows they are up to no good already.
“Morning, Ms. Rhodes,” Cindy and Danneel sing-song in unison, and that gets a few snicker out of Tommy and Rosey in the back row.
A loud noise comes from behind them as all six feet of gangly Jared Padalecki stumbles in. He knocks over Tommy’s notebook and endures a good-natured “watch it, Stretch!” before mumbling his apologies to Ms. Rhodes for being late and dropping down next to Genevieve.
Jensen tries not to watch Jared make googly-eyes at Genevieve, but he fails miserably, like every single day of his rotten existence.
“Mr. Padalecki, you better have a good reason for being late,” Ms. Rhodes scolds, but there’s no heat behind it because everyone loves stupid Jared.
“I was helping my Pa birth a calf this morning, ma’am. It won’t happen again,” Jared replies, batting those big eyes, dimples in full bloom.
Ms. Rhodes smiles softly, as the whole class “awws” and Genevieve turns to beam at him.
“Asshole,” Jensen mumbles under his breath.
Jared turns around and looks at him then, and Jensen’s face burns. He didn’t think he said it that loud, but Jared’s looking at him with this hurt little expression and, fuck it, today sucks.
“Hope you washed your hands, Paddywack!” Cindy yells out, thankfully breaking the tension. She attempts a smile, but manages an “ow” instead.
“Even scrubbed behind my ears, Sampson,” Jared replies, sticking his tongue out at her.
“You’re a dirty boy, Paddywack, it’ll take a lot more than that,” Cindy replies, and Jared grins wide.
“Miss Sampson, Mr. Padalecki, if you’re done flirting now, I’d like to pretend to teach you something,” Ms. Rhodes deadpans, and stupid Jared doesn’t even have the decency to blush.
Jensen does, however. Blush, that is.
Fucking stupid pale skin.
They somehow get through the hour with only minimal interruptions, and when the bell rings, Jensen throws himself towards the door. Jared’s not in his next class, and Jensen needs the break from all the damn feelings inside of him.