You're trying to pay attention to Mister Swift explaining the relevance of Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, when you feel something small collide against your shoulder. You look back, trying to figure out what hit you, and you see the new boy, Dean Winchester, staring at you. He points at something by your side on the floor, and you subtly pick it up --- a note, crumbled into a ball. It reads, in messy handwriting, You're really pretty.