High school!dean x reader au
A/N: Hiiiii. Itâs been a long time yâall. Anyway so this is gonna be a series. Not sure how long yet, ig Iâll see if yâall like it lol. Also, inspired by the AMAZING @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. Ya. Thatâs all.
Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.
Thatâs right folks. Itâs a slow burn.
The first day of school has always been a nerve wracking ordeal. Particularly because you always started in the middle of the semester. This time, October 14th was the day, and West Valley Boarding School was the place. You step in front of your bedroom mirror, checking your outfit one last time: a pair of black leggings paired with dirty white converse high tops, and a black long sleeve with skeletons dancing on it. A perfect spooky season fit, you thought. Grabbing your backpack, you went downstairs. Your parents were already at work, so you made a cup of coffee before jumping in your car and heading to school.
The drive was quick and before you know it you were in the front office. A fifty something year old lady with badly dyed hair and glasses on the tip of her nose was showing you the school map, your schedule, and your room.
âNow we have a school tour guide to show you the ropes for the first two class hours, so youâll be skipping your first two classes.â She yammered on and you wondered what preppy cheerleader had volunteered.
âHey Mrs. Lawer. Whereâs my touree?â A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didnât even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.
âDean, sheâs right here.â She motioned to you and you turned towards the voice. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, before you recognized that you were indeed correct. His dark blue lettermen jacket fit him perfectly, and you could see baseball patches adorning the sleeves.
âOf course.â You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.
âWhat? Donât like what ya see?â He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.
âWell? Lead the way.â He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.
I wasnât sure what to say. This girl was really cute. Like next level cute. I thought I was adorable, but her reaction seemed to say otherwise. Oh well, maybe winning her with my charms will work. I look behind me and see her trailing a few steps behind, looking at the school in all its rich person glory. I slow down, and fall into pace with her. She looks up at me, and I smile.
âSo, when are you moving in?â I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.
âLater today.â She says, and I can see how nervous she is.
âDonât worry, boarding school isnât that bad. Itâs actually fun.â She looks at me knowingly.
âTrue.â So sheâs been to one before. Okay. We walk into a large room with leather furniture, flatscreens, a pool table, and three vending machines. I close the doors behind us. Itâs completely empty.
âHere we are: Junior commons. Weâll stay here for about an hour to discuss a few things, then move onto the tour.â She nods, and I realize I havenât been formally introduced to her yet. We head over to the leather couches and I stop her.
âWhat?â She asks. I hold out my hand.
âIâm Dean Winchester.â She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.
âIâm y/n y/l/n.â She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.
Gahhhh. I canât focus. Why? Why is he affecting me like this? No jock had ever made me feel this... weird. I try not to stare at his biceps, or the way his black shirt hugs his body perfectly. No. No, no, no. You learned your lesson last year. Remember that.
âOkay so letâs start with rules. Youâve got your basic school rules like no littering, pay attention, respect the teachers, donât break dress code, etc. But, then weâve got our unique rules. Since we are a boarding school, these are more strict. Weâve got an 11pm curfew on school nights, and a 2am curfew on weekends. They do random room checks every week, as well as random car searches every month. We have our safety drills once a month which are pretty standard. Since weâre juniors, we are allowed to have the opposite gender in our rooms, but everyone has to be back by curfew. Underclassmen donât get that privlage,â he winks at me, â so I suggest you exercise it as much as possible. Any questions so far?â His tongue shoots out to wet his lips, and Iâm momentarily lost for words. At least until I come to my senses.
âUh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.â I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.
âYeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?â I grab my schedule and examine it.
âFirst hour is Medical Science 1, second hour is AP criminology, third hour is AP psychology, Fourth hour is CP Trig and Calc, fifth hour is lunch, sixth hour is AP Lang and comp, seventh hour is AP forensics, and eighth hour is off. Seems pretty good at least.â I say. I look up and his eyebrows are buried in his hairline.
âDamn girl.â He whistles.
âNothing I just realized youâre smart. Like smart smart.â
âI guess.â I never really thought anything of it.
âWell we have the same off hours so thatâs cool.â
âYeah.â I know better then to think heâll hang out wit me during them though.
âSo the only thing is you donât have a PE class on your schedule so youâll have to sign up for a club class.â He says.
âYeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.â
âOkay. Uh this school has a swim team right?â
âY- uh yup. Yes we do.â
âAwesome that was easy. So whatâs next?â
âOkay, uh well letâs do the tour and Iâll explain more as we go.â He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.
We make our way throught the rather massive school, Dean stopping every minute or so to explain something new to me. The information is excessive, and the fact that Iâm getting distracted by his jawline or his eyes or the way his muscles are highlighted through his t shirt, is absolutely no help at all. We finally got to my room, and he opened the door.
âHome sweet home.â He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.
âNo roommate, nice.â I say. He nods.
âYeah thatâs why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.â Thereâs an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.
âNicer then the places I was at before.â You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.
âPlaces? As in multiple?â He asks.
âWell whatâd you do?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âI mean,â he says sitting down on the mattress, âwhy did you get kicked out?â
âWell,â you sit down next to him, âI only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.â
âAnd I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?â He leans in close.
âI believe thatâs none of your business.â I whisper.
âBecause I have no idea who you are. Also, I donât particularly like you.â I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.
âOuch, that hurts.â He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.
âLetâs go dumbass.â He hurries after me.
We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.
âWell sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.â He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.
âYup. We done.â I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.
âIâll see ya around, y/n.â He walks off just as the bell rings. Students pour out of the classrooms and into the halls. I walk into my class and tell my teacher Iâm the new student. He points we toward a desk next to a red headed girl. Setting my stuff down, I slide into my seat and stick an AirPod in, ready to pretend I donât exist. But thereâs a snag in my plan. The red haired girl taps on my shoulder, startling me.
âHi there. Iâm Daneel. You are?â She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.
âIâm y/n.â I shake her hand quickly.
âCool. Youâre obviously new. Where are you coming from?â She asks.
âUh just moved here from New York.â
âNew York? Wow! Thatâs crazy. Whyâd you move?â God what was this, a criminal investigation? A voice in the back of my head told me she was probably just being friendly, but I knew that wasnât true.
âPersonal reasons.â I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.