Angel: book 2. there are 7, I'm thinking of doing. But tell em if they need fixing up sotry line wise. I fix uo story line here to connect with character more and more deal. someone said i should addmore to chapters and not flick it all on and hope it works out.
The water rushed down John's face. His short haircut spiked up hair (it was like Dean's but longer), soaking wet. He grabbed his soup bar and rubbed it along his chest. Tomorrow John stared high school at new school. This years was rough even as it was.
'Can't believe I'm fourteen. Normal kids get to go out and hang out at the mall, but I get to go to a new hotel. Later I get to go out and hunt whatever kills Mr Johnson.' John shook his head and flicked water on the sides of the already wet walls. He put the soup away and rinsed the rest of his body. 'Then I get to train. Man, high school is going to suck.' John turned off the tap and stepped out. John wrapped his towel around his waist. For his age he was fairly mussel. He almost could have a 6 pack. John wiped the mirror to see his face and he sighed at the pimp on his cheek. "That's just what I need." John sighed.
Dean knocked on the door. "Hey, john. You ready to roll?" Dean said through the door. John looked at his pair of jeans, blue underwear and black shirt resting on the large hotel sink. John pulled on his cloths and ruffed the water in his hair. He stepped out with his wet hair messy.
"Hey, uncle Dean." John smiled, even if it was slightly fake. Dean threw john his bag and pick up his own.
"I'm sorry; we got to keep doing this kid." Dean said, grabbing the hotel keys.
John swung his duffle bag over his shoulder; "it's ok. I understand."
Dean opened the door for John. The 14 year old boy walked at to the impala. Dean sighed to himself as he unlocked the door. John sat in the passenger seat of the impala. Dean left to pay for the hotel room. John grabbed the files in the back seat. He spends all, maybe most of his life, trying to fight this demon. Dean and John still didn't know why it stole John's sister at her birth.
Dean got into the car. "Where am I starting school now?" John asked with a glum attitude.
"Central High School, Pennsylvania. It's a ghost case. You love ghost cases." Dean smiled as he pulled out the car park. John nodded and sighed.
"I'm going to sleep." John rolled to his side and stared out the window, put in his head set and turned on his iPod. Dean sighed and continued to drive as his rock music softly played in the back ground. Dean usual has the same taste in music. Expect john wanted to listen to song that wasn't rock. It was one of his mother's favourite that she found when she was in her early 20's; 'This woman's work'
John pulled up his bag over his shoulder as he looked at the large concert building. The doors were large and red. Three golden post was in the door way.
"You going to be ok?" Dean asked. John turned back to Dean. He shut the door and looked through the window.
"Yeah. We are only going to be here for what? another 2 weeks again." John went to walk away.
"John." Dean shouted out. John sighed and turned back to Dean. Dean shuffled in his seat to looked at John through the window.
"If it was up to me. I would let you stay if you liked it here. But we got get this job done to save people…."
John sighed at looked back at the school. "Yeah I know. Saving people, hunting things, the family business." John said with his mouth slightly curved. Dean's face screwed up for moment. John loved teasing quote from book that some guy wrote about the Winchester brothers. The bell rang and everyone swarmed inside.
"Remember, anyone gives you crap…"
"To react, but not overlay. To attack if necessary, not because I can." John put his bag on and ran to the high school, waving good bye to Dean.
Dean smiled and said to him; "I was going to say, I'll bet up their dad while you take on the kid but that works to. His just like Sammy." Dean grinned at himself as he drove off.
John walked to the office and got his classes times.
"Mr Winchester?" John turned around and looked away from his class's times. He looked at a large woman with tight clothing and half-moon glasses on her bridge of her nose.
"…yes." John smiled the best he could.
"Why aren't you in class?!" She barked.
"I….was on my way. I arrived late." John looked once last time to see that right now he had chemistry.
"Next time the principle will hear about this." The woman squawked. John saw a golden badge on her right chest; 'Vice Principle.'
John rolled his eyes; "Got it. Sorry. Bye" He ran out of the room before she could chew his ear off some more. 'Great, first day and I'm late for class.' John was only a few minute late, but the school was very strict about timing.
John walked to the block that he read on the little map on the side of his time table. John knocked on the science lab door. The door opened to slender teacher wearing a suit but not a suit coat. His tie was purple like the colour of his eyes. His hair was messy black.
"You must be John Winchester. Please come in. I'm Mr Collins. " The teacher stepped out of the way and John enter the class room. All students had eyes planted on John. "Class, this is john. Is there anything you want to tell us about yourself?" The teacher asked with an incurring smile.
"Won't be staying long enough." John mumbled.
"Parton?" The teacher asked.
"Oh, um… nothing really to talk about. I move around a lot… huh, I like rock music." John shrugged hoping that was good enough.
"Cool, rock on." The teacher said with rock and roll finger sign and the class did little laugh. "If you'll take a seat." He waved his hand along the class room.
Most of the class return to paying attention to the board, as John looked for place to sit. Some of the girl sighed dreamily at John. John looked down at his school uniform that was rather tight on his small muscles. John gave a smile and small wink that made the girls giggle. John finally finds a sit and sat next down, at the 2nd last row, between some nerdy guy and gothic chick. The gothic chick looked over at john and rolled her eyes. She sketched in her note pad, beside the example on the board, demons and satanic symbols. Beside it there a drawing of girl with her hair in her face, looking rather sad. John got out his science book.
As he did, he handed her note; 'you're pretty good drawer.'
The girl scribbled down on the back; 'yeah. I'm Meg. You're new here, so I'll just tell you; don't talk to the weird Goth chick.'
John smiled little at the note; 'fine. Tell me where she is and I'll keep my eyes open.' John smile kindly at the girl. Maybe this time he might make a friend and he could talk little about him and Dean's job without looking like a sociopath.
He smiled more when the girl smiled, if you call an air laugh and little roll of the eyes a smile, and wrote down some more; 'You got to watch out around here, john. This is high school. Dog eat dog world.'
'Ok. You want to hang out at lunch?' John wrote down. Meg looked at john and said with little attitude; "Sure."
"Oi, Eddie." Meg called to the nerd boy. He looked up with his rectangular glasses on his face. Equations all over his page. "John wants to hang out with us at lunch." Meg said than sunk into her chair.
"Hey." John smiled.
Eddie ginned; "hey."
Meg whispered to John; "oh and FYI Eddie is into guys." John's face dropped as Eddie winker. "He likes you." Meg smirked. John shivered.
"What do you guys do at lunch?" John asked.
Meg rolled her black shaded eyes; "usual eat lunch. But after that we talk about our dark lord." Meg looked like she was trying to scare John off, but it wouldn't work on this kid.
"Cool. In the bible or another religion" John smiled.
"You're really weird." Meg comments, a little smile sneaked it way onto her lips.
"I'm guessing that good thing." John said with side smile.
"Meg, are you and John talking?" The teacher said.
"Sorry, Mr Collins." Meg sunk into her chair and put her hands into her pocket.
John never really made any friends at his schools. This school felt different and he already had kind of made two friends. They sat together at lunch. Meg looked up John.
"Dam, you showed up." Meg gave a five dollar note to Eddie. John sat down beside Meg. "I'm going to say this now. We are the freaks of the school. You want to sit with us, prepare for hell." Meg ate from her sloppy Joe burger. The meat dripped onto her plate. John ate from his cheese and bacon burger, while Eddie locked his eyes on John and ate his carrot sticks with cream cheese. Meg put her large boots on the chair across from her. Her silver jewellery swung as she moved. Her eye brow piecing, few of earring piecing were all long chains.
"How long you going to stick around, pretty boy?" Meg asked as she took another bite in her sloppy Joe.
"Pretty boy?" John scoffed at the remark. "No, I'm just sticking around for two weeks. Month, top." John said with mouthful of food. A few of popular girls walked up to their table.
"Hey, you're the new kid right?" one of them asked. John nodded slowly. "How about you get out of the loser table and hang out with us?" The girl offered. John looked at Meg and Eddie.
"I…I'm good. Thank you." John smiled back at the girl, whose face dropped. The group of girls stormed off, mutter and cursing John under their breath. "Guess, I just told the queens of the school no." John turned to Eddie. Eddie nodded.
"You got balls, kid. Why would you want to hang out with us?" Meg threw her half eaten sloppy Joe onto her plate.
"Why not? You guys seem cool." John said and ate another bite. "
Why not? Its sucks, John. I hate it here." Meg threw her paper plate into the trash and stormed off. The group of girls followed Meg to the bathroom.
"She does that." Eddie ate some more of his lunch. "I'll handle it." Eddie wiped his mouth with a napkin and walked over to the girl's bathroom. HE just stood outside to make sure Meg was ok. John didn't understand what he did wrong. But he felt bad about upsetting Meg.