Castiel flipped the top of her mailbag over, revealing the few books she had stuffed in it. Emptying almost everything into her locker, she set to trying to organize things. It was like this every year though, her locker would stay clean for maybe a week and then turn into a danger zone. When she was done though, the only things left in her bag was a sketchbook, a notebook, and Jack The Ripper. Mysterious, gory killers were her new thing recently. And no, it didn't have anything to do with her recent break up. Or, maybe it did, a little. But it wasn't like she was going to kill anyone or anything, it just seemed that knowing that she wasn't the only one who felt like she was broken.
Most of the students had disappeared into the gym by now, so when she heard footsteps coming towards her she was immediately interested. It wasn't like there weren't people like her, who enjoyed not having to see cheerleaders and jocks making out. But there wasn't a lot that would be walking this near to her. That voice though, the one that said her name, made her freeze though. After a moment she was able to look up to see who it was, but she already knew who it was. "Hey Kevin," she said, softer than intended.