Crestfall High, J² (3/6)
Title: Crestfall High.
Fandom: rps
Author: Adja999
Pairing/Character: Jared, Jensen, other fictional characters.
Word Count: 9,866 (total)
Rating: PG
Summary: AU! Jared moves in a new school. Remember High school? The time when you’re figuring out who you are?
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Hell, they do belong to themselves (and possibly each other), but oh yeah, they do own me.
The next Friday is Jared’s first football game as a Hunter, and he’s trying not to freak out. He’s in the locker room, leaning against the doorframe, watching the field and trying to breathe slowly. He ties to remember when this was all a game, and fun and be relaxed but he feel so much like proving himself to his teammates that he can’t really recall why he wanted to play in the first place.
People are starting to gather around him and everybody seems a little nervous. Jensen stops right behind his shoulder with a slight grin. “Take 'em, Take 'em down, sack that quarterback.” He chants quietly and Jared looks over his shoulder at him, amused. “Hunters, That's right! Get on up and fight! Wrestle, wrestle, Twist 'em like a pretzel!” he nudges Jared’s back. “Go Jared Go.” He says, ending the chant. It’s funny how hearing it now feels different than when they were just training. The urge to chuckles eases some of his tension. “Alright.” He says, nodding frankly. “I can do that.”
I can, I can, I can.
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It’s really just a blur, and the next thing Jared knows, he’s being crushed between a bunch of sweaty jocks in the locker room, roaring in victory. On his way out, Shelly catches up with him. “See? You won them over. They love you.”
Jared doesn’t really know how to answer that.
“See ya tomorrow night. Don’t forget the salsa.”
Right. Caroline. Salsa.
“Crap.”
“What’s up?” Greg falls in step beside him.
“I gotta go get groceries for tomorrow.”
“Ah. Right.” He punches Jared’s shoulder. “See you tomorrow, then. Great job out there, man.”
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There’s a silence in the conversation, and it’s what it takes for Jared to realize he feels like he belongs, for the first time since he moved here. He’s got a beer dangling from his fingers, he’s leaning against the back of Marco’s house with Jensen, and they’re talking with Steve, Shelly and some friend of Caroline, a really cute girl named Alyson. He takes a long swig, sighing contently and trying to carve the moment in his memory.
His happy thoughts are disturbed when a bunch of drunken assholes - it seems like that kind is obligatory when you gather more than fifteen people in the same place - stroll past them and bump into Shelly on purpose. “Hey look, the quarterback is making friends with the queerleading squad.” He turns to look down Shelly’s shirt. “Hey fag hag, come with me and I’ll show you what a real man is.”
Shelly plasters on a fake smile. “Thanks! I would, but… I’ve got this disease that makes that every time I guy like you touches me, I puke.” She smiles. “Sorry.”
Unsettled, the drunks leave, Steve groans and walks off. Alyson goes after him to calm him down.
“Jerks.” Jared mutters. He’s always hated that kind of remarks. What’s wrong with cheerleading? What’s wrong with being gay, anyway? He wonders what that kind of guy felt to find so amusing hurting other people’s feelings.
Jensen kicks some dust on the floor and Jared realizes that’s the first time he ever sees him look sad and moody. “Hey…”
Jensen fires up, his voice full of contained anger and bitterness. “Just because there’s one gay guy on the team doesn’t mean they all are, you know? And… whatever’s wrong with that, anyway?!” He sighs, anger gone. “God, I can’t wait to graduate.”
“Really?” Jared is unconsciously eyeing the members of Jensen’s team.
Genuine surprise sparkles in Jensen’s green eyes. “Dude, with all the teasing, I thought…” he pauses, eying Shelly. She stays mute. “I thought you knew. I am. Gay, I mean. I’m the… one guy.”
Oh. Jared’s eyes stay on his, and after a while he blinks and takes another long swig from his bottle. “Huh.” He thought he would be more disturbed. Turns out even the surprise last less than a second. Jensen’s still the same.
Shelly sees that he’s not freaking out, inching away or anything, so she decides to joke, tease, easing the tension. Mostly, Jensen’s tension. She leans against her partner. “This guy? He can’t even think straight.”
Jared laughs and knows it’s his move. He clicks his beer bottle with Jensen and hers and jerks his chin toward the crowd. “Well, you shouldn’t care about these guys.” He decides and shrugs himself off the wall. “Come on, let’s get inside. I’m starving.”
Okay, it might be a lame attempt at shrugging things off but it works. Two hours later, when Caroline’s talking pictures, Jared swings his arm over Jensen’s shoulder like he would have before, their laughing and it feels completely natural. He doesn’t want to watch himself more. He doesn’t feel like it. And he knows he’s right when his friend keeps laughing and a picture is taken with Jensen’s hand over his heart.
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They team up in for the history assignment. Watching Jensen huff and puff is too much of a joy for Jared to pass the opportunity. They’re at Jensen’s and waiting for Shelly to get here. She arrives, giggling and laughing and simply walks in the living room, hugging Jensen’s mom on the way, with Alyson and Caroline in tow. “Hey bitches.” She greets.
Jared purses his lips. It’s been months now that he’s lived here and appreciates the familiarity of friendship, although he pretends to mind. “Hey back.” He says, clearly conveying that he sends the adjective back.
“Shopping go well?” Jensen makes the mistake of asking and he turns wide, frightened eyes to Jared as the three girls start to babble at the same time.
The traditional Winter Formal is getting closer and they’ve been looking for a dress for weeks now. Jared feels pretty satisfied to be a guy. He’s got one tux, it fits, that’s all he needs. Perfect. The look he gets from Jensen says the same thing.
After a lot of flailing and ranting about prices and colors and fabrics, Shelly asks. “Aly dropped me of, can one of you guys drive me back home when we’re done? I’m sleeping over at her place.”
“Sure.”
They work until they’re halfway through the project and decide to meet back up tomorrow. They use Jared’s car for the ten minutes drive and Jensen insists that Jared stays. Dona Ackles, Jensen’s mom, finds them later, watching a teen movie, sitting on the floor with their back against the couch and making fun of the girls and their previous dress frenzy. “Jared, are you staying for dinner?”
“Uh…” Jared sees Jensen looking expectant and Dona is all smiles. “Alright. I’ll call home.”
Jared’s already have some experience with her cooking, having shared some more snacks with Jensen, but he’s actually floored when he goes through a full meal. Really, he has to stop himself from helping himself to a third plate.
When they go up in Jensen’s bedroom, which looks more like a whole loft, he drops on the bed with a satisfied grin. “Your mom is an awesome cook.” He states. “I get the risk of getting fat you told me about.” He says and Jensen chuckles.
He’s about to say something when his cell phone starts ringing. Jared’s eyebrows rise high at the song. It’s a cheer. ‘The C is for cheering and the H is for hot the E is for excitement and you know we've got a lot!’ Jensen groans and gets up, grabbing his cell. ‘E is for effort and the R is rap so tell those ugly-…’ By the time he picks up, Jared is frankly laughing. “Shell.” Jensen says with a stern look. “Why did you play with my ringtones, again?”
Jared laughed again.
“Yes, I know it’s you. Who else would it be?” He eyes Jared. “No, I don’t think it would even come to his mind to put that in my cell. It’s really not that funny.” He says, even though Jared’s head shaking disagrees. “Yeah, that time when you put Barbie Girl and called me in class? Only fun for you, Shell.” Jared chuckled again. These two were incredible, he had seen them get into prank wars that often escalated to the point that they could have gotten in trouble. In response to that time when Shelly ridiculed him, Jensen had had a pizza delivered to her during a test.
“So, what’s up?” Jensen looks up at Jared, suddenly his eyes full of different emotions. “Shell, you do know I’m not a chick, right? … Okay, fine, I’ll ask.” He put his hand over his phone and looked serious. “Aly wants to know… Uh, well… Basically, she’s asking Shelly to ask me to ask you, if by any chance, you’d wanna ask her… to the winter formal.”
Jared can’t help the tug at his lips at Jensen’s phrasing, but he still cringes. He knows what a brush off feels like and he doesn’t like to be in a position to give one. “I, uh…” He hesitates. “She’s really nice and cute but…”
“Not your style?” Jensen supplies.
“It’s not… that.” He says. “I just… don’t feel like dating right now, I guess.”
“Hm.” Jensen looks at the phone in his hand. “I’ll just tell her you have someone else in mind, alright? She’ll feel better.”
“Thanks.”
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Over the next days, everything turns into an ambush. Jared’s glad nothing changed between him and Alyson because he was honest about really liking the girl. They don’t even talk about it, and suddenly Jared finds himself understanding why people go through friends. They can actually pretend nothing happens.
Still, he feels like a complete coward when he hurries along with Jensen, Steve and Greg to avoid being alone a single minute. Many girls seem to see him as a prize, something to score. Even though it’s flattering, he still thinks most of it is because he’s quarterback. These girls don’t actually know him, he’s just a piece of popular meat.
It’s Friday night, game night, and the dance is in a week. Then, there’ll be the winter break and he actually can’t wait.
Jensen always knows how to find him, and he’s not surprised to hear footsteps approaching where he retreated, under the stacks, trying to cool down. “Hey. You okay?”
“Hm, yeah.” Jared shrugs. “Just… getting ready, you know?”
“The guys were looking for you.”
Jared’s leaning against the stacks and he almost trips and falls when a voice calls out, making him jump. There’s another asshole, saying there’s a secret fag meeting going on.
Watching Jensen cringe and say nothing, clearly taking the blow and pretending it’s nothing makes Jared mad. He yells back. “You know what homophobia really says about you, right?” And the guy leaves, flipping them off. Jensen is staring at him with amused eyes. Jared turns and rubs his forehead. “God, that was mature of me.”
Jensen snickers this time and grabs his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s win this game.”
‘When the mighty Hunters come through the door!
You’re gonna pick your jaw right from the floor!
They're gonna roll that score right to the sky!
'Cause we're from Crestfall High!!’
The squads are in a cheeroff and Jared decides it’s their cue. They barrel through the doors and onto the field. The air is cold, but he likes that. ‘Oo! Ah! You wish you were a Hunter!
Oo! Ah! You wish you were a Hunter!’
Greg brushes past him. “We’re gonna squash them.”
“Yeah!” Jared finds himself roaring, and the team echoes, fists pumping in the air. “Yeah!”
“Hunters, hunters!! Boo-yah!!”
Yes, football players have their own chants, but they’re really not about the lyrics.
By halftime, they’re already leading and Jared gives himself a second to watch the cheers. Jensen can’t see him, of course, he’s cheering on the sidelines, so facing the public. As usual, Jared can’t help admiring some of the jumps or lifts. Whoever said it was not a sport?
He gets now why people say gymnastics make butts look nice. He’s too lost in his thoughts to see the ball and it lands square on his face, he barely manages to catch it after.
“Nice save.” Greg’s laughing. “Halftime’s over. Stop ogling the cheerleaders man, that’s what practice’s for.”
“Hm.” He jogs back into action to the familiar ‘Psyched up, Unique, The Hunters can't be beat!
We're super great, top rate, Sensational, Elite!’ and doesn’t mention that he wasn’t ogling anyone. Just watching Jensen.
There’s a cheer he’s expecting. A cheer that knows will make him Jensen look at him. They had so much fun talking about it the day before, he knows the private joke will be remembered. It’s ten minutes later, though, and he’s forgotten about it, his mind fully on the game, when he hears the first words.
‘We don't mess around, uh uh!
We don't mess around, NO WAY!’
They’re actually cheering to the team so the squad is facing the field. ‘We don't mess around, we just uh- get down!!’
Jared sees Jensen waggling his eyebrows at him. He laughs, unable not o remember Jensen as he mimed the ‘get down!’ in ‘I believe in a thing called love’ by the Darkness yesterday. Jensen actually re does the hip shake and Jared shakes his head. He’s really starting to heart the guy, he’s completely nuts and it’s his kind of nut. Hell, they get into fits of laughter together and are now definitely branded dorks since, half the time, even Shelly can’t make sense of what they’re laughing about.
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Fandom: rps
Author: Adja999
Pairing/Character: Jared, Jensen, other fictional characters.
Word Count: 9,866 (total)
Rating: PG
Summary: AU! Jared moves in a new school. Remember High school? The time when you’re figuring out who you are?
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Hell, they do belong to themselves (and possibly each other), but oh yeah, they do own me.
The next Friday is Jared’s first football game as a Hunter, and he’s trying not to freak out. He’s in the locker room, leaning against the doorframe, watching the field and trying to breathe slowly. He ties to remember when this was all a game, and fun and be relaxed but he feel so much like proving himself to his teammates that he can’t really recall why he wanted to play in the first place.
People are starting to gather around him and everybody seems a little nervous. Jensen stops right behind his shoulder with a slight grin. “Take 'em, Take 'em down, sack that quarterback.” He chants quietly and Jared looks over his shoulder at him, amused. “Hunters, That's right! Get on up and fight! Wrestle, wrestle, Twist 'em like a pretzel!” he nudges Jared’s back. “Go Jared Go.” He says, ending the chant. It’s funny how hearing it now feels different than when they were just training. The urge to chuckles eases some of his tension. “Alright.” He says, nodding frankly. “I can do that.”
I can, I can, I can.
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It’s really just a blur, and the next thing Jared knows, he’s being crushed between a bunch of sweaty jocks in the locker room, roaring in victory. On his way out, Shelly catches up with him. “See? You won them over. They love you.”
Jared doesn’t really know how to answer that.
“See ya tomorrow night. Don’t forget the salsa.”
Right. Caroline. Salsa.
“Crap.”
“What’s up?” Greg falls in step beside him.
“I gotta go get groceries for tomorrow.”
“Ah. Right.” He punches Jared’s shoulder. “See you tomorrow, then. Great job out there, man.”
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There’s a silence in the conversation, and it’s what it takes for Jared to realize he feels like he belongs, for the first time since he moved here. He’s got a beer dangling from his fingers, he’s leaning against the back of Marco’s house with Jensen, and they’re talking with Steve, Shelly and some friend of Caroline, a really cute girl named Alyson. He takes a long swig, sighing contently and trying to carve the moment in his memory.
His happy thoughts are disturbed when a bunch of drunken assholes - it seems like that kind is obligatory when you gather more than fifteen people in the same place - stroll past them and bump into Shelly on purpose. “Hey look, the quarterback is making friends with the queerleading squad.” He turns to look down Shelly’s shirt. “Hey fag hag, come with me and I’ll show you what a real man is.”
Shelly plasters on a fake smile. “Thanks! I would, but… I’ve got this disease that makes that every time I guy like you touches me, I puke.” She smiles. “Sorry.”
Unsettled, the drunks leave, Steve groans and walks off. Alyson goes after him to calm him down.
“Jerks.” Jared mutters. He’s always hated that kind of remarks. What’s wrong with cheerleading? What’s wrong with being gay, anyway? He wonders what that kind of guy felt to find so amusing hurting other people’s feelings.
Jensen kicks some dust on the floor and Jared realizes that’s the first time he ever sees him look sad and moody. “Hey…”
Jensen fires up, his voice full of contained anger and bitterness. “Just because there’s one gay guy on the team doesn’t mean they all are, you know? And… whatever’s wrong with that, anyway?!” He sighs, anger gone. “God, I can’t wait to graduate.”
“Really?” Jared is unconsciously eyeing the members of Jensen’s team.
Genuine surprise sparkles in Jensen’s green eyes. “Dude, with all the teasing, I thought…” he pauses, eying Shelly. She stays mute. “I thought you knew. I am. Gay, I mean. I’m the… one guy.”
Oh. Jared’s eyes stay on his, and after a while he blinks and takes another long swig from his bottle. “Huh.” He thought he would be more disturbed. Turns out even the surprise last less than a second. Jensen’s still the same.
Shelly sees that he’s not freaking out, inching away or anything, so she decides to joke, tease, easing the tension. Mostly, Jensen’s tension. She leans against her partner. “This guy? He can’t even think straight.”
Jared laughs and knows it’s his move. He clicks his beer bottle with Jensen and hers and jerks his chin toward the crowd. “Well, you shouldn’t care about these guys.” He decides and shrugs himself off the wall. “Come on, let’s get inside. I’m starving.”
Okay, it might be a lame attempt at shrugging things off but it works. Two hours later, when Caroline’s talking pictures, Jared swings his arm over Jensen’s shoulder like he would have before, their laughing and it feels completely natural. He doesn’t want to watch himself more. He doesn’t feel like it. And he knows he’s right when his friend keeps laughing and a picture is taken with Jensen’s hand over his heart.
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They team up in for the history assignment. Watching Jensen huff and puff is too much of a joy for Jared to pass the opportunity. They’re at Jensen’s and waiting for Shelly to get here. She arrives, giggling and laughing and simply walks in the living room, hugging Jensen’s mom on the way, with Alyson and Caroline in tow. “Hey bitches.” She greets.
Jared purses his lips. It’s been months now that he’s lived here and appreciates the familiarity of friendship, although he pretends to mind. “Hey back.” He says, clearly conveying that he sends the adjective back.
“Shopping go well?” Jensen makes the mistake of asking and he turns wide, frightened eyes to Jared as the three girls start to babble at the same time.
The traditional Winter Formal is getting closer and they’ve been looking for a dress for weeks now. Jared feels pretty satisfied to be a guy. He’s got one tux, it fits, that’s all he needs. Perfect. The look he gets from Jensen says the same thing.
After a lot of flailing and ranting about prices and colors and fabrics, Shelly asks. “Aly dropped me of, can one of you guys drive me back home when we’re done? I’m sleeping over at her place.”
“Sure.”
They work until they’re halfway through the project and decide to meet back up tomorrow. They use Jared’s car for the ten minutes drive and Jensen insists that Jared stays. Dona Ackles, Jensen’s mom, finds them later, watching a teen movie, sitting on the floor with their back against the couch and making fun of the girls and their previous dress frenzy. “Jared, are you staying for dinner?”
“Uh…” Jared sees Jensen looking expectant and Dona is all smiles. “Alright. I’ll call home.”
Jared’s already have some experience with her cooking, having shared some more snacks with Jensen, but he’s actually floored when he goes through a full meal. Really, he has to stop himself from helping himself to a third plate.
When they go up in Jensen’s bedroom, which looks more like a whole loft, he drops on the bed with a satisfied grin. “Your mom is an awesome cook.” He states. “I get the risk of getting fat you told me about.” He says and Jensen chuckles.
He’s about to say something when his cell phone starts ringing. Jared’s eyebrows rise high at the song. It’s a cheer. ‘The C is for cheering and the H is for hot the E is for excitement and you know we've got a lot!’ Jensen groans and gets up, grabbing his cell. ‘E is for effort and the R is rap so tell those ugly-…’ By the time he picks up, Jared is frankly laughing. “Shell.” Jensen says with a stern look. “Why did you play with my ringtones, again?”
Jared laughed again.
“Yes, I know it’s you. Who else would it be?” He eyes Jared. “No, I don’t think it would even come to his mind to put that in my cell. It’s really not that funny.” He says, even though Jared’s head shaking disagrees. “Yeah, that time when you put Barbie Girl and called me in class? Only fun for you, Shell.” Jared chuckled again. These two were incredible, he had seen them get into prank wars that often escalated to the point that they could have gotten in trouble. In response to that time when Shelly ridiculed him, Jensen had had a pizza delivered to her during a test.
“So, what’s up?” Jensen looks up at Jared, suddenly his eyes full of different emotions. “Shell, you do know I’m not a chick, right? … Okay, fine, I’ll ask.” He put his hand over his phone and looked serious. “Aly wants to know… Uh, well… Basically, she’s asking Shelly to ask me to ask you, if by any chance, you’d wanna ask her… to the winter formal.”
Jared can’t help the tug at his lips at Jensen’s phrasing, but he still cringes. He knows what a brush off feels like and he doesn’t like to be in a position to give one. “I, uh…” He hesitates. “She’s really nice and cute but…”
“Not your style?” Jensen supplies.
“It’s not… that.” He says. “I just… don’t feel like dating right now, I guess.”
“Hm.” Jensen looks at the phone in his hand. “I’ll just tell her you have someone else in mind, alright? She’ll feel better.”
“Thanks.”
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Over the next days, everything turns into an ambush. Jared’s glad nothing changed between him and Alyson because he was honest about really liking the girl. They don’t even talk about it, and suddenly Jared finds himself understanding why people go through friends. They can actually pretend nothing happens.
Still, he feels like a complete coward when he hurries along with Jensen, Steve and Greg to avoid being alone a single minute. Many girls seem to see him as a prize, something to score. Even though it’s flattering, he still thinks most of it is because he’s quarterback. These girls don’t actually know him, he’s just a piece of popular meat.
It’s Friday night, game night, and the dance is in a week. Then, there’ll be the winter break and he actually can’t wait.
Jensen always knows how to find him, and he’s not surprised to hear footsteps approaching where he retreated, under the stacks, trying to cool down. “Hey. You okay?”
“Hm, yeah.” Jared shrugs. “Just… getting ready, you know?”
“The guys were looking for you.”
Jared’s leaning against the stacks and he almost trips and falls when a voice calls out, making him jump. There’s another asshole, saying there’s a secret fag meeting going on.
Watching Jensen cringe and say nothing, clearly taking the blow and pretending it’s nothing makes Jared mad. He yells back. “You know what homophobia really says about you, right?” And the guy leaves, flipping them off. Jensen is staring at him with amused eyes. Jared turns and rubs his forehead. “God, that was mature of me.”
Jensen snickers this time and grabs his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s win this game.”
‘When the mighty Hunters come through the door!
You’re gonna pick your jaw right from the floor!
They're gonna roll that score right to the sky!
'Cause we're from Crestfall High!!’
The squads are in a cheeroff and Jared decides it’s their cue. They barrel through the doors and onto the field. The air is cold, but he likes that. ‘Oo! Ah! You wish you were a Hunter!
Oo! Ah! You wish you were a Hunter!’
Greg brushes past him. “We’re gonna squash them.”
“Yeah!” Jared finds himself roaring, and the team echoes, fists pumping in the air. “Yeah!”
“Hunters, hunters!! Boo-yah!!”
Yes, football players have their own chants, but they’re really not about the lyrics.
By halftime, they’re already leading and Jared gives himself a second to watch the cheers. Jensen can’t see him, of course, he’s cheering on the sidelines, so facing the public. As usual, Jared can’t help admiring some of the jumps or lifts. Whoever said it was not a sport?
He gets now why people say gymnastics make butts look nice. He’s too lost in his thoughts to see the ball and it lands square on his face, he barely manages to catch it after.
“Nice save.” Greg’s laughing. “Halftime’s over. Stop ogling the cheerleaders man, that’s what practice’s for.”
“Hm.” He jogs back into action to the familiar ‘Psyched up, Unique, The Hunters can't be beat!
We're super great, top rate, Sensational, Elite!’ and doesn’t mention that he wasn’t ogling anyone. Just watching Jensen.
There’s a cheer he’s expecting. A cheer that knows will make him Jensen look at him. They had so much fun talking about it the day before, he knows the private joke will be remembered. It’s ten minutes later, though, and he’s forgotten about it, his mind fully on the game, when he hears the first words.
‘We don't mess around, uh uh!
We don't mess around, NO WAY!’
They’re actually cheering to the team so the squad is facing the field. ‘We don't mess around, we just uh- get down!!’
Jared sees Jensen waggling his eyebrows at him. He laughs, unable not o remember Jensen as he mimed the ‘get down!’ in ‘I believe in a thing called love’ by the Darkness yesterday. Jensen actually re does the hip shake and Jared shakes his head. He’s really starting to heart the guy, he’s completely nuts and it’s his kind of nut. Hell, they get into fits of laughter together and are now definitely branded dorks since, half the time, even Shelly can’t make sense of what they’re laughing about.
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