touched by a demon // destiel

| chapter 2

       "That's good to hear Castiel," Mr. Holland said as he continued on with explaining his assignment, "So, as you guys know, I want you guys to write about a historic event; example, the French Revolution, or World War I or II. Easy stuff."

      Mr. Holland was only met with groans. Well except for that transformer clapping. I just shook my head at him. I don't know what it was but I just didn't like that kid. "Oh quit your complaining!" The teacher couldn't help but shake his head, slightly amused I think. "It's easy, all I'm asking for is five to ten pages of a historic event — New York is filled with history, all you have to do is know where to look." Mr. Holland then began writing a due date on the white board. "I'm giving you guys three weeks — which by the way is plenty of time — now no more complaining!"

      As if on queue, the bell rang to dismiss class which only let a smile grow on my face as I quickly packed my books and waited for Charlie. Thankfully, the two of us had a spare as our last period which meant we got to hangout at the local diner. We quickly reached our lockers, talking about possible ideas for the new history project on the way.

When we finally reached the diner and taking our usual spots (a circular booth with cushioned seats) a waitress named Jo came by and to take our orders. She was always so nice, and sometimes joined in on our conversations, plus I believed Charlie to be slightly in love with her. Like right now, Charlie was giving Jo heart eyes. I couldn't help but hum a laugh as I watched them. With an amused shake of my head, and a nudge from me, she quickly ordered our usual —two burger combos and two chocolate milkshakes (they were to die for!). When Jo wrote the orders down, she turned and walked away but not without a little sway of her hips.

"Goda," was all Charlie gasped as she starred, "Cassie I got it bad."

        "Oh believe me I know." 

She just turned to me quickly, eyes wide. "And you're okay with me ... liking her?" Her voice was barley above a whisper. Without giving what she was saying much thought, I just shrugged. "Yeah, why not?" When she just continued to stare at me (couldn't tell if it was shock or fear ... maybe both) I realized what she was implying. "Wait are you asking me if I'm okay with you being lesbian?" I said as she just nodded, she looked as if she was just holding her breath. I just offered her a soft smile and gently put my hand on her shoulder. "Charlie I don't care who you like or what gender they are —you're my friend and always will be regardless of your sexual orientation. Plus I kinda I already figured you were interested in girls." I laughed as I shrugged.

          "You did?" Her features seemed to soften as I presumed she finally let out that breath she was holding. "I mean, I feel like I've been somewhat open about it, just I haven't really confirmed it with anyone else. I mean, I thought no one really knew." She mumbled as she looked down at her hands.

       "Well if it makes you feel any better," her eyes meeting mine, "I'm gay."

        "YOU ARE?!" She practically yelled which earned us a few looks from nearby customers.

"Yeah, I mean, I've never been with another guy, but no offence girls just aren't appealing to me. Plus like, have you've seen my style?" I laughed as I tried to lighten the mood. "You think I was just born with this incredible style?" I said a I hinted at my blue jeans, flannel button-down (button's undone just to show enough skin and some necklaces).

      "It's flannel." She giggled.

"Then you should know it's power." I giggled with her while I looked her up and down, my finger following my eyes. She just hit me, getting at what I was indicating, "Shut up, Cassie."