F is for French, K is for Kissing

F. That was the grade that sat in the corner of the young girl's paper. A big fat red F, accompanied by its friend, mines.

Had this F- been under another name, it would have been fine. Had the name at the top of the paper not read Mackenzie Harris, she would have felt reassured in knowing this was some kind of mistake. The teacher just simply gave her someone else test results, while her real test will have a big fat A and it's rightful friend, plus.

But no. The right name was there. As if it was mocking her. Seeing that F- sitting under her name made her stomach turn. Of course, she shouldn't be all that surprised. Her grades in French class were getting sadder and more cringe worthy by the day. It wasn't like Mackenzie— often called Mac by close friends and family— was a straight A student. She was more of a "barely passing" student. Procrastinate now, do work the day before it's due later. That was her motto. And, until now, it seemed to be working. At lest, it worked in almost all her classes. But French seemed to have a thing against her. It wasn't her fault she found staring at paint drying more interesting then her homework! Heck, her math homework was more interesting then her French homework!

The young raven stared at her grade, as if staring at it long enough will make it magically turn into an A. No such luck.

With an irritated sigh, Mac slowly got out of her chair. She hadn't realized class was over and most everyone was gone. How long was she sitting their staring at her paper like a goof? Did she really want to know?

She continued to walk down the hall in a daze. People would swear a dark aurora was emitting from the girl's very soul! Just looking at her will send a dark chill down your spine! The scowl on her face didn't help either. And as if life loved playing tricks on her, standing there in front of her locker, sucking, of all things, on a lollipop, stood Castiel her—erm, friend? Frienemy? She wasn't really sure herself. They talked a lot, and teased each other to no end, but over all, their relationship was really confusing. She'd like to say they were friends, but she still wasn't sure. She was sometimes confused if rather Castiel enjoyed her company or not. He was a master at mixed messages, that was a fact.

"Don't you look like a ray of sunshine?" He jabbed, his infamous smirk gracing his face.

"Umph." Was her only responds.

That made Castiel frown. No come back? No witty remark? No (somewhat playful) death threats? Even Castiel could tell something was wrong.

"Okay," He sighed heavily, "What's up?"

"Uh, the sky?" Mac responded in a "like duh" manner. Though, Castiel could tell a bit of her edge was gone.

Feeling a bit irritated himself, the young teen sighed, "Well, fine. Don't tell m—"

"Everything has gone wrong today!" The young girl yelled, "I stayed up 'till three in the morning studding my butt off! Then my alarm clock didn't go off, so I woke up late! Then my little sister used up all the hot water, so I had to take a cold shower! I had to skip breakfast because I was already late, so I decided to drink coffee! Only problem with that is no one cleaned the coffee maker in God knows how long, so it was covered in mold! Do you have any idea how bad molded coffee taste?! Awful! Then I come to school later then I expected because I spent the other half of my morning rinsing my mouth out with mouth wash! Then when I finally get to classes, I see this!" She held up her French test as though she were holding a filthy dish rag, "An F! I got an F minus! This test was imposable!" She through up her hands as if she were giving up. She balled up her paper and threw it in her locker. Looking back over to Castiel, she got a knot in her stomach. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye that made her want to stuff herself in her locker.

"Impossible you say?" He swiftly opened his locker. Not missing a beat, he placed his sucker (lollipop, what ever you want to call it!) back into its rapper, and pulled out a sheet of paper, handing it to Mac. With a confused and suspicious look, the young girl grabbed the paper, reading it over. Then she red it again. And again. And once more just to make sure this wasn't some trick.

And what a cruel trick it was! Castiel's grade was—

"An A plus!?" The girl was truly baffled. What was this sorcery!? Maybe that coffee sent her into a parallel world. That had to be the only logical explanation!

"Don't act so surprised Princess." His smirk grew wider when he saw her cringe at her most hated nickname. He almost rolled his eyes. She makes getting under her skin way too easy. It almost wasn't fun anymore. Almost.

"You'll catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that." He laughed. Or cackled. Does it really matter?

At that very moment, Mac had a thought. It wasn't a smart thought, but before she could register how stupid the question was, the words flew out of her mouth as word vomit, "You could tutor me!" She blurted!

Oh how she wish she could grab those words and pull them back in. But the look on Castiel's face terrifiedher. He. Was. Smiling! What's wrong with a smile you might ask? Well, Castiel smiling was like getting a hug from the devil himself. It couldn't lead to good things!

Seeing the young girl's distressed face, his smile grew even broader. She just made this way too easy.

"And what do I get out of this?" He stuck his hands in his pockets, and leaned agents the lockers.

Mac was just hit with an odd sense of Deja vu.

"Uh, the pleasure of my company?" She cracked a nervous smile.

The red headed boy rolled his eyes as if he was annoyed, but his smirk said other wise. This action actually made Mac giggle.

"That's not going to work this time Princess." He stated bluntly. He was almost disappointed that she didn't react to her nickname like he wanted. She was busy contemplating her pros and cons. Her brows were frowned in concentration, finger tapping her chin in a rhythm.

With an overly exaggerated sigh, Castiel pretended to walk away, "Well, looks like you wont have a tutor."

"Winged Skull!" Mac shouted, causing other students to look at her with a puzzled look. She wasn't paying them any attention though. Her face grew its own little smirk when she saw the red head turn around with a confused look on his face. Bingo!

"I've got two tickets to see their latest concert." She said cooly, crossing her arms across her chest.

Castiel snorted, "Yeah right. That concerts been sold out for months now."

The young girl's face never changed. "What if I told you that I happen to have two front row seats?" Her smirk grew even wider. She has officially perked his interest.

"And how did you do that?" He crossed his arms, looking rather impressed.

Mac playfully rolled her eyes, "I know a guy." She could barely keep in the laughs as Castiel gave her an odd look, "I'm joking. My aunt bought them. I don't know why she bought them, but she did." She shrugged at the pure randomness that was her aunt. "So, is that a yes Red?" She crossed her arms, putting all her weight on one leg, matching Castiel's overly confidant stance, making him snort.

"Don't get too cocky," He said, "Alright." He sighed, "I'm not a miracle worker, but I'll see what I can do."

Well. That was unexpected. Did he just agree to tutor her?

"Did you just agree to tutor me?" Mac repeated the exact words she was thinking.

"Don't make me repeat myself." He was already starting to regret his chose.

Mac, on the other had felt weird. She was happy and terrified all at the same time. Happy because she has a tutor. Terrified because, well, this was Castiel, and this whole thing seemed way too easy.

"I'll see you at my house tomorrow at six."

The girl's eyes became big as dinner plates.

"Y-your house?" Her voice cracked, and she cringed at the sound of it.

"Are you hard at hearing now too?" He said bluntly, nose whistling as he breathed out another frustrated sigh. "Yeah, my place. Why?" That ever so pleasant smirk made its way upon his lips again. "Scared I'll do something?" He cocked an eyebrow.

Mac's face turned a bright crimson, as she registered his words. She seemed to only be able to babel nonsense, and she was sure steam was coming out of her ears.

Her embarrassed fit was interrupted by the hysterical laughter of her red headed companion. "Oh man, you are just too easy to get to."

Normally, Mac liked hearing Castiel laugh. He didn't do it often, and she found it quite cute. But she was slightly annoyed that her embarrassment and actions where the cause of his good mood.

"Do you still want a tutor?" Asked the red headed teen with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Castiel was stubborn. Unfortunately for him, so was Mac.

"See you at six." And with that, she turned on her heels and walked away as fast as she could before she could contemplate what just happened.