Charleen watched as Dean and Olivia sparred. Olivia was utterly terrible at it. She couldn't manage to get one hit at him before he could make his move.

Charleen sat in a chair at the gymnasium one of her acquaintances let her borrow this early bright afternoon.

Watched as Olivia fell to the floor and Dean hollered for her to get up. She was sweating, she wiped some off as she got up slowly only to drop back down when Dean swatted her ass with the stick he was carrying.

"Now come on, demon eyes." Dean said as he backed up a pace and waited. He was sweating too. Although he looked more masculine and his muscles bulged at the strain. Charleen watched with curiosity. She wondered what it would take to knock him out.Olivia got up again. Slowly. Dean swatted her ass again and she fell back down.

She groaned in frustration as she stared at Dean in fury. "Stop hitting my ass, hunter perv!"

"I wouldn't be if you were quick. Now, come on. Get up." Dean demanded as he stared at her solemnly.Olivia did so, and got up quicker but not quick enough. Dean managed to get her again and she fell down once more. Charleen stared in disappointment at Olivia.

Olivia groaned again and flailed her arms up once as if she gave up. "My ass hurt." She complained as she looked at Charleen.

Charleen just shrugged. She didn't know what to do with a pain in the mass. Ha. Funny. Only the thing is, sometimes Olivia was one. Dean suddenly yanked her up on her feet. Olivia at the sudden movement and stared at Dean, astonished.

"Rule number one," He said, "never complain about your ass." Charleen snickered quietly. Dean may not realize it, but he was funny.

"Rule number two," he also said, "give up again and I'll sweat your ass so hard you'll be screaming like you're in hell."

Olivia gulped once in what seemed like fear, but she gave him an apathetic look and crossed her arms in annoyance.

"Rule number three," He glared, "if you fall down during a battle, get back up so fast that your opponent won't be able to get a finger on you."

"What if I'm hurt so bad?"

"No exceptions. Endure it. For your own sake." Dean said with a hint of warning.

Is that what happened you? Charleen looked at him sadly for a minute, but then stopped. She knows being sad would lead to a depression, which is why she stopped a long time ago. What still itched her was how that dark figure knew her past information about her and the fact that she cried and paralyzed. Next she'll fight and beat that mofo. As if knowing she had asked that question earlier, he turned around and gave her a slight sad smile. Charleen shrugged in empathy, she knew how it was like.

Dean suddenly was pushed to the floor on his back, he then was whacked on his chest with a stick and Charleen widened her eyes in shock. Dean grunted as he rolled over to his side and clutched his chest.

"Rule number four," Olivia swung her stick in the air, "never get distracted. Always focus on your opponent. Now get up."

Charleen was shocked she stared at Olivia, she smiled at her in astonishment. Yes, Olivia. Get it! Charleen kept cheering for her in her head. When she looked at Dean, she expected for him to growl and jump up on Olivia. But he didn't. Surprisingly, he looked at her proudly, even if he was in pain. Awwww. As he looked at Olivia proudly, his eyes shone with determination.

He quickly got up, and when he was doing so, Olivia swung her stick, but not even the tip of it could touch him. He flinched as he stood up, but still straightened his back. He then went to his fighting stance waiting, daring for Olivia to make her move.

Olivia stood in her fighting stance too, waiting for Dean to make his move. Charleen knew then that they were perfect for each other. Both stared at each other with determination and hope. Charleen also knew instantly that Olivia would probably fall on her ass again cause that girl was just a beginner.

Dean made the first move by swinging his stick, headfirst. Charleen gasped quietly. What if that hits her head? The hell? But then Olivia ducked, swing her stick as she did so. Dean jumped, but the sick still hit him at the ankles, sending him to the floor. But he didn't stay. As he fell to the floor, he rolled across the floor to quickly stand back up again.

Olivia stared at him for what seemed like intimidation, but then she smirked with determination again. Dean laughed as walked around her and gave a 'bring it on' gesture with his hands. There was only one thing to describe him right now. He was excited.

Olivia raised her eyebrows up and down as if she going to take that chance. Dean laughed again and stood in his fighting stance once more, waiting for her move. Olivia looked at him challengingly, and very slowly but surely she sat down on the floor, she then also started look at her nails. Charleen's jaw dropped as she stared at her in disbelief. What the hell? Charleen saw Dean had the same expression and then looked down and closed his eyes as if he were tired.

Charleen closed her eyes too, but then heard a swat and snapped her eyes open. Dean jumped and gasped as he placed his hands on his ass. Olivia laughed. "Someone got distracted again."

Dean glared at her and mouthed, "That's not fair" but Olivia didn't care cause she smirked wickedly as she caressed the stick in her hand.

Charleen frowned as she couldn't help but smell their sweat. She could swear her scent is a curse. She could also hear their heartbeats quickening as they stared at each other. Although Dean glared at her, he still had that determination set on his face.

Dean highly surprisingly lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular toned chest. He was also lean too, but muscular. He wasn't bulky, but muscular. Charleen then noticed he had tiny scars on his back. I guess he didn't look close enough. He threw his sweaty shirt off to the side and stood in his fighting stance again. Olivia stood there looking at him, still shocked by the fact that he took off his shirt. Charleen saw that she was looking at his abs. I know right. Boy knows how to work out.

For a moment, Charleen thought she saw interest in Olivia's blue eyes, but in quickly faded to determination again. Olivia went first, she swung her stick so it could hit Dean's side, but Dean dodged by backing up and all the while he swung his stick fierce to hit Olivia's neck, but this time Olivia didn't dodge. Olivia instead blocked it with her stick, making both sticks click.

Dean smiled proudly and Olivia laughed as if she was having a good time with this. Although, she strained to keep his stick from hitting her. Dean strained to make his stick hit her. Then abruptly, Olivia ducked and swung her stick hard on Dean's leg. Dean groaned, but was still standing.Olivia laughed and said, "C'mon Dean, you're sucking at this."

Dean smiled again his proud smile and replied, "No demon eyes, I'm not. I'm not even trying my best."

"Then try." Olivia said patting her stick.Dean laughed. "I'm afraid if I do that, I might kill you."

"I thought you wanted to kill me." Olivia said as she got into ready position.

Dean swung his stick at Olivia, Olivia bounced it off with her stick and tried to jar the stick forward but rapidly Dean moved swiftly behind her pushing the tip of his stick on her back.

As Olivia stumbled forward, she turned her head to look at Dean in shock and he laughed. "That's another thing. Rule number five, always be faster than your opponent. That way, you always have the lead."

Olivia growled at him and he laughed again. She turned herself completely so she could face him and for a second, Charleen thought she saw a spark in those blue eyes. Charleen quickly looked away, afraid her skin might tear up again. She looked at her wrist that was a bit burnt up. She was surprised her aunt didn't notice but was grateful she didn't. She couldn't think of some stupid excuse to cover up the real story. Like her aunt, she hate it when people be lying to her, and Charleen is trying not to even more since what had happened.

Charleen already spoke to her aunt on the phone about Dean and his situation, needing to go to school. Charleen again made an excuse, in the end her aunt bought it and said since the principal already owed her, she would get Dean in the school by Monday. This Monday.

Charleen was grateful, but Dean certainly wasn't. He was pissed and fuming most of the morning about it. Charleen told him to deal but he didn't and said he wouldn't. Apparently, he knows more than what college people are learning now. Charleen actually wondered who are the people who trained him in the first place cause fighting like a warrior and being Albert Einstein were huge. Not only that, he's handsome. He's one of a kind.

Olivia actually tested him with some tough questions to see he was lying. He wasn't. She then went to find this survey for a college thing and he still got them all right. This was legit. Legit-legit.

"Right." Olivia said as she swung.

Dean dodged and tried to whack his stick at her stomach, Olivia backed up just in time for the tip of the stick to just slide across her stomach.

"You haven't answered my question." Olivia stated as she moved around a bit, as if trying to figure out where she could hit next.

Dean sighed as he stood still for a second, taking a small breather. "It's not that I want to kill you, demon eyes. I just want you to stop killing others. Which is why I'm giving you this opportunity to spare your life and fight off your urge."

Olivia just then swung her stick at his side right when he finished talking. She swung it so hard and fast, that it took Dean completely off guard and he yelped, leaping to the wall.

"Is that what you did for the other monsters you've killed, no questions asked?"

Dean wasn't mad before, but now he was. Right after Olivia asked that question, he glared and growled as he marched to her. Olivia stood in her place, holding her stick upward.As he stood in front of her, he said warningly, "Demon eyes, don't push me."

"Is it a problem that I'm telling the truth? Its funny how you're giving me a chance -not that I would ever need one from you- and you don't the other bad ones one."

"Do you even know what you're saying? You seen that dark monster that we encountered recently? Yeah I have to kill him. No. Questions. Asked." Dean said as he crossed his arms.

"You know what I mean. Besides, what's their story?"

Dean groaned in frustration. "Who gives a damn about their story? Their story and what they decide to do are different. No damn way will I ever let a ruthless monster live."

"Yet, I am one." Olivia commented as she placed her hands on her hips.

Dean ignored her and walked away with his stick, he walked towards Charleen who was holding his bag. The very bag that is filled with mostly weapons. As he approached Charleen, he threw the stick off to the side and grabbed his bag from her lap.

"Lesson over for the day." Dean said as he walked away from them, without even a single glance back.

###

Justin walked along the sidewalk, completely nervous as hell. When Mr. Wright found him and Zayden in his office, it was completely mortifying. Never in his life has that ever need to him.

Yes he was gay, but he was ashamed of it. He never wanted to be openly gay, afraid people would judge him and call him vile names.

Zayden however was an openly gay, he didn't care. Yet, he was cool. Justin actually envied him. Being popular and gay wasn't always easy, yet Zayden always made it look like it was.Honestly, Zayden was a jerk. When he wanted to be. He was the one who suggested doing it in the office and Justin gave in like a child longing for candy.That's how Justin thought of him sometimes. Yesterday, although Zayden held his bag for him, he didn't give Justin a ride. They went their separate ways and Justin had to walk home.

As Justin kept walking, he passed several houses. He was looking for the green house. Mr. Wright's house. He checked his watch for a second to see it was a little after noon. After leaving his office yesterday with Zayden, he wanted to come on time so all this could be forgotten easily. Justin just hopes that never happens again. Not that he was going to do it again inside the school. Finally, Justin arrived at the looking green house. The lawn was messy, full of very tall grass. Justin stood there, dumbfounded. Doesn't this man ever do his lawn? Is he even clean? As Justin stood there just staring at it, he suddenly heard a honk behind him. He turned around to find someone he should loathe, but sadly that wasn't the case.

"Hey J!" He called as he parked in front of the house. He got out of his red Ferrari and walked up to Justin. Justin saw he was wearing black shades and looked fairly sexy wearing them with his tanned blonde hair styled.

"Wow, you came." Justin said with false excitement.

Zayden gave questioning smile as he removed his shades revealing his perfect shade of hazel eyes. Beautiful eyes. "Of course I did. I honestly don't want to deal with the police," He looked at the house, "this is his place?"Justin watched as shock came across his gaze, but then he looked back at Justin and smiled.

"Yes, it is." Justin said as he started walking down the concrete path to his front door.

He heard Zayden's footsteps behind him as he walked. He then was stopped as his arm was grabbed. Justin slowly turned his head to look at the grabber and glared.

"You don't seem happy to see me." Zayden said as he frowned slowly.

"I didn't come here to be happy to see you, I came here to do what I have to do in order to pretend all this never happened."

"You want to pretend me and you never happened?" Zayden asked disappointedly.

Justin ignored him and continued his path to the front door, but once again he was stopped. Justin quickly turned around and yanked his arm away from his grasp, looking at him with fury and annoyance.

"What we had was barely anything. You tempted me and I gave in, now I'm trying to make amends for the inappropriate behavior I produced."

"You're ashamed."Zayden said in recognition.

"Yes, I am ashamed of being gay." Justin replied blatantly.

"Why be ashamed? The teacher that caught us, he's hot. I'm not ashamed to say that cause I know who I am. I can't change th-"

"Yes! How brazen you are for being an open gay!" Justin exclaimed.

"Why are you yelling? I'm just tryi-"

"Look, I get it. You're gay and you're proud. But don't lecture about being ashamed or not proud about being gay." Justin finished as he continued the path.

This time, Zayden didn't stop him, he just followed and Justin was grateful for that. He couldn't have any more talks about being proud or shame of being who he was.

As he stopped at the front door of the house, he pushed the doorbell and waited. He heard no footsteps or "I'm coming!" at all. He turned his head to look at Zayden questionably, but Zayden shrugged and frowned at Justin and Justin knew it wasn't cause Mr. Wright wasn't answering.

Justin pushed it again, and yet no one came. What the hell? Justin pushed the doorbell repeatedly with more oomph, but still no answer."Mr. Wright!" Justin yelled.

No answer.

"Great, hot teacher isn't here. I missed the chance to go out to Vegas with my buddies for this." Zayden said in exasperation.

Justin turned his head to look at him as if something was seriously wrong with him.

"What?" Zayden asked.

Justin ignored him and looked out in space as he thought to himself. "He's not here, yet he knew we were coming." Justin murmured to himself.

"Maybe he changed his mind." Zayden suggested.

"No, he would've called or text then."

Zayden raised his eyebrows as he stared at Justin accusingly. His yes went from boredom and aggravation to angry and icy."So you have his number? You guys call and text now, huh?"Justin didn't understand why he was angry all of a sudden, but he frankly didn't care.

"Only when it's necessary." Justin answered solemnly. He didn't have time to think of Zayden's mood right now.So Justin grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed Mr. Wright's phone number.

"So wait? You're just going to call him, in front of me right now?"Justin nodded as he tapped the button that said "Call" one he did that, he placed the phone over his ear, waiting for Mr. Wright to pick up.

"Yeah, and that's a problem how?"

"I don't want you to be dating that hot teacher." Zayden answered as he crossed his muscular arms.Just as the call went to voicemail -which Justin wasn't completely aware of cause of Zayden's answer- he slowly turned towards Zayden and stared at him as if he were mental. Does he even hear himself right now?

"Do you even hear yourself right now? You and I were never a couple. So being jealous right now of this is irrelevant, and not only that, if I ever wanted to fraternize with a teacher, I can, alright?"

"So you're fraternizing?" Zayden asked as if he were trying to prove a point.

"No! I only text him when it comes to my work or anything school-related, that's all."

Still glaring, Zayden said, "Good."

Justin couldn't believe this. He was happy for the jealously, but that doesn't mean he had to let him know that. "You know what? I'm done talking to you right now, he's not here so I'm going home." Justin said as he started walk back down the path.

He heard Zayden following him and mumbled insults about Mr. Wright to himself. Honestly, he didn't have a say in Justin's relationships. Douche.

"Hey, I can come with ya know? We can have some...fun."

Justin made a distasteful face even though that was definitely not what he felt right now. After yesterday, Justin just wanted a break. He decided not to deal with romance until he finished school. He couldn't with the drama.

The way Mr. Wright looked at him when he caught them, it was pure disappointment. Like he so disappointed that Justin would do that in his office. In his office for goodness sake!

"There's no 'we', Zay?" Justin said as he continued walking. Just as he was about to turn to his left on his way to his home, he felt his arm being once again to stop. Ugggghhh, damn it Zayden!

Justin yanked his arm away and turned to look at Zayden. He was too tired to be angry, he just wanted to go home and forget everything while he slept.

"Let me at least give you a ride home." Zayden said with a grumble.

Justin just stared at him for moment for any signs and slowly nodded. He would've made a smart comeback to tell him no, but he's tired.

Zayden grinned and took out his keys from his pockets as he headed for the driver's seat. Justin walked around the car and sat in the passenger seat. Justin saw Zayden jump onto the seat instead of opening the door to sit simply. Justin knew himself that he wasn't very fond of Ferraris.

Zayden started the ignition and drove. As he drove, he began talking about how his 'bros' or 'peeps' were douches for going to Las Vegas without him. Justin of course didn't listen, he was too busy watching the road.

As Zayden kept driving, they heard a thud. Zayden frowned and stopped the car. Justin frowned as well as he looked at him questionably. Zayden just shrugged and got out of the vehicle to look at what he'd hit. Once he saw what he hit, he jumped and screamed.