Dean was the popular guy in school, no not the average normal high school jock. more like the bad boy every girl pined over, although the head cheerleader sunk her teeth into him & refused to let him go

you weren’t into sports, or cheerleading. you were the lead guitarist in a small band that consisted of your childhood bestfriends. you never thought your paths would cross with Dean, until one night at some bullshit highschool party your bestfriend dragged you too Dean approached you. you were shocked with how nice he was to you, making jokes & laughing with you. the next few months you & Dean became really close, it all abruptly ended when Jessica took notice

Dean ignored you now, he didn’t meet you in between classes or go to any of your bands practices anymore. after awhile you accepted it, the friendship ended. you were moving on & leaving any thought of what could’ve been with Dean to the past.

well that was until you were walking out of chemistry class as you stop in your tracks, hearing a voice you know all too well. you’re catching the end of the conversation when Dean sighs

“Y/n? she hopes i’m cursed forever, probably praying i end up sleeping on a twin sized mattress in someone’s basement or attic my whole life”

his eyes meet yours & his face drops