Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/8675323.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jared_Padalecki/Other(s), Jensen_Ackles/Other(s)
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Original_Female_Character(s), Original_Male_Character(s),
      Other(s), Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Humor, Angst, Alternate_Universe, Drama, First_Time
  Collections:
      Sinful_Desire
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-21 Completed: 2012-08-03 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3874
****** Just another high school drama ******
by Acklite67 [archived by sinfuldesire_archivist]
Summary
     Jared is new in town and Jensen is just too hot. Jared is so
     screwed...
Notes
     Note from the Sinful Desire archivists: this story was originally
     archived at Sinful-Desire.org. To preserve the archive, we began
     importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in
     November 2016. We e-mailed all creators about the move and posted
     announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or
     know) this creator, please contact us using the e-mail address on
     Sinful_Desire_collection_profile.
     Author's notes: So this is the first story I have ever written. I
     have a lovely beta named Jenlovesme67 and she did a super job. All
     mistakes are my own so I apologize for its potential crappiness :)
***** Really?! *****

Author's notes: Let me know what you guys think and if it is good enough to
continue. Again, sorry for any imperfections.
===============================================================================
Today is my last day with real human beings. Tomorrow I begin a new life in a
new school filled with sweaty prep boys that are hideous and have billions of
fan girls regardless. A school filled with prep girls with so many daddy issues
that they can't help but be the ignorant whores that they are. But, hey, this
will be fun, right?
 
"Jared? Sweetheart, you know I love you. I would sacrifice my life for you," my
mother had started, pleading with me before I even knew what was going on.
Apparently, she was being transferred to Phoenix, Arizona for a couple of years
and we had to leave ASAP. Great. So here we are, driving across the country to
some overpopulated, hot-ass city where I am already signed up for school, which
starts tomorrow. Seeing that I was probably going to have to go to school
within an hour of entering the city, I laid my chair back, adjusted my position
so that my legs weren't smashed against the dash board, and tried to get some
sleep.
 
I don't dream. It is simple. I have never had a dream and I am completely okay
with that. Most of the dreams I hear about aren't really pleasant anyway. So
all I remember about the trip is that I hated my life after leaving Maine, I
hated my life even more for having to fold myself into a freaking 1969
Volkswagen beetle for a million miles, and I was trying to sleep through sounds
of traffic and the bumpiest road in the history of ever. Sounds fun right? Even
better: I get to be dropped off directly at school. No shower, no clean
clothes, not even a backpack. Just a sleep deprived giant. Way to make a first
impression.
 
As I dragged myself around the campus, I felt the stares of almost everyone I
passed. It seemed that if the bearded lady came running through this place lit
aflame, all eyes would still be on my body. How.... flattering? I personally
found it very disturbing. Was I really the most interesting thing here? If that
was so, this would be the most boring school ever. As I walked into the office,
the smell of candy perfume invaded my nose. Next to the counter, and the
receptionist, a group of preppy females in cheerleader uniforms were giggling
and flipping their hair. When I stepped up to the counter, they all turned
their heads in my direction, including the receptionist.
 
“You must be, uh, Jared Padalecki?” She asked, looking down at a piece of paper
that looked to be my schedule. And judging by the giggling group of girls next
to me, I was in for a very tough year. Lots of pointing and laughing,
apparently. But that is nothing new and I can handle it. The older woman handed
me my schedule and a map of the school. “Good luck, sweetie. You're going to
need it.”
 
“Yeah.... yeah thanks.” I walked out of the office and toward the JROTC
trailer. Most of the time when you hear a cheerleader call your name you start
cheering in your own head, but when one of the cheerleaders from the office
called my name from behind me, I couldn't help but grimace. I slowly turned and
saw a tall blonde jogging toward me, her hair and skirt bouncing in tandem.
 
“So you're like new here, huh?” She asked, licking her lips and letting her
eyes travel down my arms and torso. “You should know that I am the head
cheerleader here and you are totally hot and we should go out sometime!”
 
“Wow.... um no offense but I just really can't do that,” I said to her
politely. Her face flushed red and she looked down at her feet in mock defeat.
Just to be nice and not hurt her fake feelings, I lifted her chin and put my
hand on her cheek. “It ain't you, sweetie, trust me.” She looked up to my eyes
for a moment and then smiled really brightly.
 
“OH, so you’re like gay and stuff? Like into guys?” She asked hopefully, like
if I was it would solve all her life problems.
 
“Ha! Yeah, like into guys and stuff,” I flicked my wrist for effect and she
laughed. She introduced herself as Jennifer and gave me a huge hug. I was
slightly uncomfortable talking to her so much and hugging her when we had just
met but I am new and the head cheerleader is hugging me and wanting to be my
friend. Who am I to pass up a chance like that?
 
I have never been one for popularity or teenage fame but hanging out with the
coolest people in school could keep me from any physical beatings. So I walked
Jennifer to her class and gave her a kiss on the head which she giggled at and
buried her head into my chest momentarily. I watched her walk into her class
with the biggest smile plastered on her face that I have ever seen anybody
make..... Ever.
 
As I walked into the JROTC building, I saw a bunch of freshmen and sophomores.
The instructor took my schedule from me and introduced himself as Sergeant
Alvarez. I took a seat in the back next to a guy that was about 2 inches
shorter than me but looked like he could eat me alive. He introduced himself,
in hushed tones, as Brett. We compared schedules and found that we had 2 other
classes in common: Math and PE. He said that Sergeant was really chill and
funny, although, the other instructor was neither of those things. Just then a
tall bald man walked into the room and introduced himself as Major Lee. He
rounded us all up and took us out to a field where he stretched us out and had
us set up an obstacle course that we then had to run through on the spot. By
the end of the class I was hot, sweaty, and even more tired than I was before.
When the bell rang, Brett and I bolted for the door, squeezing through it at
the same time and almost killing ourselves in the process.
 
“Brutal....” Brett said, bumping our shoulders. “He can be a douche but it gets
better.”
 
“I really hope so… That sucked!”
 
As we were walking to our next classes, Jennifer pulled me over to her little
cheerleader group and started talking and giggling before I could even get two
words out. I waved at Brett and he smiled like I was about to 'get some'. She
draped her arms around my neck and held onto me like she was drowning. Rising
up to her tip toes; she pulled my head down a bit so she could reach.
 
“Okay, don't say anything but just listen. I need your help. You see that guy
right behind you?” She released my head so I could look around and I saw a very
angry looking jock glaring in my direction. I nodded my head slightly and she
continued in my ear,” Well I used to date him and he dumped me for a volleyball
player. Can you believe that? A volleyball player over me?! Yeah, anyway, I
need you to help me make him jealous because everyone in the school thinks you
are just the hottest thing since JT. If anyone found out that you were gay your
life at this school would be over. So I was thinking that you scratch my back
and I'll scratch yours. Or in this case: you leave giant hickeys on my neck and
I'll leave giant hickeys on yours.”
 
“Wow.... you really thought this out didn't you?” I whispered back, surprised
at everything that had just been thrown at me. Was she serious? I don't know
how to be a boyfriend. Let alone a straight one! “How do we pull this off
exactly? Because I have never had a girlfriend before and I don't really know
if I can kiss you and hold down my breakfast at the same time.”
 
“Well here, let’s find out,” she declared, grabbing the sides of my face and
pulling me into hers.
 
In my defense, I tried. I really did. I wrapped my arms around her waist and
pulled her into my body. I even tried to kiss back, but it physically hurt me
to be that close to her. So I just held my ground and waited for her to get it
out of her system. As she was finishing, she planted a couple small kisses on
my lips and stepped back, head cocked to the side in question.
 
“Awwwww! They are so cute! Wasn't that just so cute?!” One of the other
females, Laura I was to understand later, squealed. She was shorter than the
rest but cute in the face and she had the biggest smile plastered, on her lips.
 
“Ah...... yes, adorable. Can we go now? This is getting grotesquely emotional
and I don't want to be here when everyone starts sharing their feelings,”
barked a dark haired female, sending a death glare toward me.
 
“Oh, poor Kylie is jealous..... That’s okay, you will find some one
eventually,” a cheery girl piped up from next to Miss Laura. Her hair was fire
red and she looked like she might burst into tears from smiling so much. She
walked up to Kylie and gave her a big hug, earning her a strong punch in the
arm for her efforts.
 
“Touch me again, Sierra, and see what else I punch.”
 
“Now, now Kylie lets not be violent. You can't be jealous of him, you know I
love you more,” Jennifer consoled her, wrapping her up in a hug and kissing her
on the cheek. “You are the bestest and you know it. And besides,” Jennifer
leaned down to whisper in Kylie's ear, “Me and him aren't really dating. It is
just a little punishment for Danny.”
 
“Right, well I am going to go now. Lots of English to learn and such,” I said,
squirming from the middle of the group and running toward god only knows where.
 
They called after my retreating form but I was not about to turn back and have
to deal with a bunch of crazy people, not on my first day at least. I reached
my second hour English class just as the bell rang and handed the glaring
teacher my schedule. She sat me down in the back of the class and ignored me
for the rest of the period, except for handing me a book for my homework. My
third and forth hours went about the same but at least Brett was there to save
me from dying of boredom in one of them and by lunch I was so happy to be able
to have food that I practically ran to the cafeteria. After waiting in line for
about ten minutes I ordered pizza, a sweet tea drink and about three bags of
random chips. It was three dollars out of my pocket but I was freaking hungry.
 
I sat down at an empty table hoping to get a little peace and quiet but that
was blown to hell when the whole cheerleading squad came and sat at my table.
They were all girls and all they ever talked about was who they thought was
cute and if their hair looked hot today. I was going to go insane if I had to
listen to it any longer but Jennifer had a firm hold of my arm and wasn't
letting go anytime soon. I was a prisoner at my own lunch table and I have to
say, it sucked. Jennifer turned to talk to me eventually but even that was just
to tell me how cute she thought I was and to mess with my hair. When Kylie got
her attention, I made a break for it. I told them all that I had to go to class
and all they did was nod their heads. I made the mistake of kissing Jennifer on
the top of the head and she got up to give me a huge hug and told me not to
fall on my ass in gym.
 
Not likely. I figured I would break at least three bones this semester alone,
probably not all mine. I walked to gym with Brett and he was talking to me
about joining the football team, I told him I would think about it. I lied. I
would never join the football team. Too many hot guys jumping around on each
other. No gays allowed. When we got there I went into the PE office and all the
coach did was hand me a list of things I needed for the class and told me to
sit out for the day, since it was my first day and I had nothing to wear. So I
got to watch a bunch of sweaty men run around. Awesome! I walked into the gym
with the coach and he introduced me to the class. I received about 20 blank
stares and a couple mumbles of displeasure. One person even went so far as to
yell out, “He's freaking huge!”
 
So this semester was going to be like that, it seemed. “That” being the word I
use to describe people avoiding me during dodge ball (unless they are on my
team of course), being picked first for almost every game we play, and not
being picked at all when it involves going under things. It happens every year
and it is slightly annoying because people assume I am really good at sports
because I am 6'5” and have muscles bigger than most of their heads. Sadly they
are incorrect, as I am one of the most uncoordinated men I know.
 
Coach Welling made the guys run five laps around the gym and then divided them
up into teams. As the crowd dispersed into two separate teams, I noticed one
guy had jogged over to the water fountain in the back of the gym and was bent
over getting a drink. Now, it takes a lot to impress me but this guy’s ass was
a thing of beauty… I mean, they could write desperate love ballads about that
feature alone. Then he stood up straight and turned around and I almost died.
His hair was short and spiked up in random directions, probably because of the
sweat he was producing, his eyes were a gorgeous shade of green, and his cheeks
were a faded red that made his many freckles stand out in a frenzy of tiny
spots. And his lips, good god, his lips looked like they should be on the cover
of every magazine in the world. They were plump and pink and dying to be
bitten… I have such problems, I know, because this guy? He is one of those that
you know is super straight, obviously popular, and probably rude as hell. And
now I know I am screwed because he has directed his sight toward me and I still
can’t stop staring… Fuck!
***** Oh god *****

Author's notes: This one is fairly short and overdue because I suck and am
unmotivated... But reviews would be so very lovely and I thank you for reading
:)
===============================================================================
So, pretty much, the hottest guy I have ever seen is walking toward me and I
feel like I am going to puke… This can only go well...
 
He walks right up to me, looks me up and down and with a nod, says, “You are
always on my team. I promise.” Winks, and walks away. Just like that. I don’t
even know how to process what just happened… Then the coach blows his whistle
and I almost jump out of my skin as the other guys start to play a game of
basketball. No matter how hard I try to analyze what just happened, I still
come up with the same conclusion; I’m crazy. There is not even one good reason
that that should have just happened, I’m crazy and I have problems. Sounds good
to me! My stupid eyes keep making their way over to Hot Guy and I don’t know
how to quit. I swear I keep trying to stare elsewhere! There are like fifteen
other guys I could be looking at, especially the super sexy coach but no… My
eyes feel the need to torture me. And he is so quick on his feet, like a
friggin’ cheetah. He keeps getting the ball somehow and moving like liquid
through the other guys and straight to the basket. Natural born athlete, there
is no way this guy is anything short of the star of the football team or
something…
 
Just as I start to sit down, the coach tells everyone to ‘hit the showers,’ as
it were, and I feel like an idiot for not watching the time. They are all
walking past me toward the showers and now Hot Guy (really wish I knew his
name) is completely ignoring that I am even existing within the same realm as
him. Super… Now I feel like I really am crazy and just making shit up. I walk
in after all the others pass me and here is what I been dreading about not
being in a private school anymore… they are all getting changed, like right in
front of each other! All except Hot Guy, which I don’t know where the hell he
could have gone because it is not that big of a room, and then I hear what
sounds like a shower turn on and crap… Cause he is the only one missing and
that means I need to leave, like now. Except we aren’t allowed to just leave
before the bell rings so I go out into the hall and wait right by the door.
 
And now I can’t help feeling like I have forgotten something and it is killing
me because I know that I didn’t even bring anything to school with me. As I am
patting myself down, trying to figure out what it is, everyone from the locker
room comes flowing into the, not big enough for this many people, hall with me
to wait for the bell. Cell phone!! Nice, Jared… First day and you leave your
cell in the gym… So I do the walk of shame, back through the tiny hall, dodging
elbows and toes, as I try to make my way through the crowd. Right when I touch
the handle to the locker room, the bell rings and shit! I can’t be late on my
first day, that is just bad form… so I kind of do a half sprint, half stumble
through the room checking under benches and around lockers for my phone and it
isn’t even in here. So I check the actual gym and there, right where I started
to sit down against the wall, sits my crappy little phone looking all pathetic
and small in the giant room. My foot steps echo around the room as I jog over
to grab it and then jog back into the locker room.
 
Right when I walk in I know I need to get my ass to my last class before I get
into trouble but I hear a noise, like a wet slapping kind of noise, and I
realize there is a person walking toward me. I see a pair of wet feet step
around the first row of lockers and I go kind of dumb when I realize that I
have to look up to be able to get out of here and I already know what I am
about to see. So my head just tilts up all slow and I can’t even make myself
look away because I see wet, bowed legs, the beginning of a towel, the end of a
towel, a godlike torso, and then the most gorgeous face I ever saw, dripping
water onto his chest. Shit! Again…
 
“Jared.” He says as a greeting, like it is perfectly normal to have a giant
dork standing in the middle of the locker room ogling you like a piece of
candy. And… wait…
 
“H-how do you know my name?” I ask, freaking out just a bit because he has
turned toward his locker and there is a bead of water just running down his
back, slow as you please, and dipping under his very low, very loose, towel.
 
“Don’t sound so surprised, man. You’re kind of famous around here.”
 
“Famous? Like Gaga?” And what the hell?! Smooth, dude, smooth…
 
“Uhm… sure? You okay? Looking a little sick over there.” And then he reached
for his towel, presumably to remove it, and I just couldn’t even handle that,
not today!
 
“I’m awesome, really, super even! I have to go! See you tomorrow?” And without
waiting for an answer I bolted… Ran like a scared little girl out of the
hallway and into sunlight that I was totally unprepared for. “Jesus Christ!
Friggin’ son of a…!!”
 
“Padalecki, right?” There’s a fairly small guy standing in front of me, small
being like 5’ 6”, which I remember to be Danny. “Heard you and Jenny got a
thing going on,” he sneered.
 
“Uhm… what? Oh! Yeah, yes we do. What about it?” Friggin’ sun… making it hella
hard to see this dude. I hate being tall….
 
“You need to back the hell off because she is mine.”
 
“I hate to break it to you but she doesn’t seem to feel the same way...” I
laughed.
 
“Yeah I messed up, I know. But I need her to forgive me and take me back cause
I think I love her and I won’t be able to handle it if she doesn’t love me back
just because I got drunk with some chick and then copped a feel even though she
was a total hag and I didn’t even care about her
andifJennyleavesmeI’lljustdiecausesheismywholelife!!!” Breathing deeply after
his scary fast, no pauses rant he looks up at me like I am supposed to hug him
or something and I can’t even begin to deal with THIS right now because I don’t
think I got all of what he said.
 
“Dude… You need to chill the hell out! Seriously, trying to start a fight with
someone twice your size and strength is not going to help you. Neither is
vomiting your feelings onto unsuspecting strangers cause eww… You’re a friggin’
man, grow some balls and go talk to her. I’m not usually this mean but I have
to get to class and you are making that difficult for me seeing as I don’t
think I would clear you if I tried to hurtle jump you right now. Please move.”
I hate when I ramble but I really need to get out of here… Luckily for me he
steps aside and I bolt for my classroom barely making it in the door when the
two minute music stops and the bell sounds.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!