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Dean sat in the middle of the lecture hall, halfheartedly listening to Dr. Singer’s lesson on thermodynamics. He’d known Bobby for years; the man was like a father to him. That didn’t mean that this lecture was any less boring.
“Dude,” Ash said from next to him. “Could this put me to sleep any more?”
A smirk crept onto Dean’s lips. “I’ll wake you if you start snoring, Dr. Badass,” he said. Ash raised his chin, smiling at the nickname as he ran a hand through his mullet. Though the man was a genius in his own right, he didn’t act like a stuck up snob like other students at MIT. Instead, he had more of a redneck brilliance. Dean had given him the nickname when they’d met at a frat party during Orientation week their freshmen year and the blond had improvised a vacuum pump for a keg out of a few items from the kitchen. How more badass could you get? But he was right about the class being a snooze-fest. Thankfully, the class got more interesting with the opening of the door at the front of the hall.
A tall dark haired man walked in with a pizza box in one hand and a slip of paper in the other. He wore dark slacks that made his legs go on forever and a polo shirt with a pizza shop logo on the left side that hugged a little more around his arms. “Dean Winchester,” he his deep voice called, completely unfazed by the fact that he’d walked into a college lecture.
“Yo,” Dean said, raising his hand, catching the guy’s attention.
The pizza man’s gaze landed on him and he walked up the steps toward Dean’s row. Bobby kept lecturing, turning to write a formula on the board. Dean slipped a hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out a 20, watching the delivery guy come closer. This wasn’t the usual guy who delivered Dean’s weekly lecture pizza, but this guy was pretty cute so Dean really couldn’t complain. The new guy set the box on the table in front of Dean, his eyebrow rising slightly at the situation, but he said nothing.
“Keep the change,” Dean said, smirking slightly up into the man’s bright blue eyes. The delivery guy took the bill, putting it into his pocket before leaving the hall.
“Dude,” Ash said. “I don’t know why you always order pizza to the class.”
“Because it’s a three hour class that spans over lunch and I’m hungry,” Dean said, flipping the lid open to reveal warm, cheesy goodness. His mouth watered and he lifted a slice, happily biting into the tomato sauce covered heaven. Nobody made pizza like Angel Brothers Pizzeria.
“I get that, man,” Ash said, “but could you at least share? I’m starving.”
Dean looked over and saw his friend’s hungry gaze focused on the pizza. Usually, Dean didn’t share his pizza, but he slid the box over so Ash could snatch a piece. He took a big bite and grinned his thanks. Dean turned back to the front of the class and blinked as a wadded paper ball hit his forehead. He looked down at it, then searched for the thrower.
“Try keeping your attention on the lesson, boy,” Bobby said from the front of the classroom. He had a neutral expression, but Dean knew he’d thrown the paper.
A few other students chuckled at the ‘class clown’ being called out. Dean flashed a smile and said, “Sorry, Doctor Bob.” He raised the pizza box and cheekily asked, “Want some?”
Bobby rolled his eyes and grumbled something about troublesome kids before saying louder, “Just pay attention.” Dean gave a salute with one hand while lifting the pizza slice back to his lips with the other. Bobby returned to his work on the board. Ash chuckled in his seat, licking his fingers after having finished off his slice.
Dean reached for another slice after finishing his first and, three minutes later, turned Bobby’s lecture out again. He knew the material and would have skipped class if attendance wasn’t a big part of his final grade. So, he let his mind wander and it seemed to have landed on the pizza man. Usually, the guy who delivered the pizza was a young kid named Samandriel who was barely old enough to have come out of puberty. Dean liked to try and make his uncomfortable, which wasn’t hard to do most times. Though teasing the younger one was fun, Dean had no complaints about the change. The new guy was tall, dark, and handsome; just his type. He couldn’t wait for next week’s pizza delivery.
AN: This was inspired by a prompt of ‘College Confession #16’ about a girl who had a pizza delivered to her in the middle of a class. It was just too humorous to pass up. Hope you enjoyed and I’ll try to update soon.