Supernatural Imagines

high school reunion ~ Sam

"Shitshitshitshitshit. Ok. Don't worry, just relax," you think to yourself in your parked car, hands still on the wheel. "Everyone's nervous at reunions."

After a final glance at your reflection in the rearview mirror you unbuckled your seatbelt and take a steadying breath, and step out into the evening air.

You walked towards the school you'd graduated from 10 years earlier. It felt like a half-remembered dream: everything felt kind of familiar, but alien too. You had no time to reminisce, though. You had decided to be late to give everyone else a chance to get tipsy and to skip the initial awkwardness, but you were already later than late.

You walk into the reception area and follow the directions taped to the walls of the corridors to the heart of the building, the gymnasium, noting all the little changes as you pass them. You didn't really known what to expect, so you had done your best to not over- or under-dress. You'd done well, you assess. Formally informal, in a black pencil skirt and a black open-back halter-top. Stud earrings. A discreet silver necklace. Hair long and straight. Black heels were your only concession.

As you step into the gym and through an archway that read "WELCOME CLASS OF '06" in glittery neon letters. The room was full of people and each face was vaguely familiar in one way or another. You stand under the gaudy arch and everyone, everything, recalled long-forgotten memory's, stories and relationships. The vast majority of these people you hadn't had any contact with for a decade, and suddenly you feel like you had never been away.

Just as it was feeling a little overwhelming, a voice made its way to you over the hum of conversation and the background of deliberately ironic music from 2006. Right now, it was Bossy by Kelis.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" called the voice.

You turn to see Sara, your old study partner and organizer of the event, scurrying towards you across the half-filled hall with two glasses of champagne, one outstretched towards you.

"It's been so loooong, how are you?" cooed Sara, already a little flushed from the drinks.

"Sara!" you replied as you accept the glass and hug awkwardly. "I'm good, I'm good, pretty weird to be back here," you said, looking around the room.

"Where have you been? We haven't heard much from you over the years," asked Sara.

"Well, travelling for a few years, took a job abroad, just moved back a year ago for a career shift, ya know. Normal stuff really. I'm getting into real estate," you reply, suddenly realizing how hard it is to summarize ten years of life in a single sentence to a relative stranger.

"Traveling? Wow awesome, that sounds so exciting. You're looking GREAT too!" said Sara sincerely, and with a little surprise. You noticed it and were genuinely flattered.

You were perfectly happy in high school. You had been good, studious, friendly, well-adjusted, but not particularly interested in guys or looks - your own or anyone else's. Apart from one. Sam. The guy you lost your virginity to ten years earlier.

The memory had been triggered by Sara's compliment. Sam had pursued you for weeks, gently. You had known he liked you, didn't really know why, and you didn't really like him back. It wasn't personal: you just didn't really like anyone that much, not in that way. What you eventually came to learn was that Sam didn't either. He wasn't noticeably good-looking, and he was the kind of guy that wouldn't have noticed good looks either. You and Sam had a shared interest in disinterest.

That was all there was to it. Eventually, just out of sheer persistence, Sam won you over and you two started hanging out. It was late in the school year, close to graduation. You'd both suspected you would never see each other again, and you were both ok with that. But you two should at least have sex, shouldn't you? You got on, neither of you had done it before, and this could be your last chance.