Sam Winchester was screwed; completely screwed to hell.
Maybe he was born screwed, or maybe it was a recent phenomenon. Either way, he was sure that he wouldn't be able to make it to fifteen without being thrown in jail on the charges of voyeurism or something equally creepy. He was positive that Satan had reserved a special spot in Hell just for his perverted ass.
By observing those around him, Sam had come to the conclusion that most thirteen year old boys cared about video games and girls more than anything else. Not him. Granted, he'd had a crush on a girl once, in fact, he still had it, to some degree. But it was nothing like his other crush.
Yeah, he was most definitely, irrevocably screwed.
His brief self-loathing session was interrupted by his singular stalker, Becky Rosen. "O-M-G! Hi Sam!" She shrieked, obviously ecstatic about finding him sitting alone at his lunch table. Which was nothing out of the ordinary, he was always alone at lunch, except when his brother Dean would come over from the high school across the street and eat with his geeky little brother.
"Hello, Becky," Sam said dryly, glancing down at the ham and cheese sandwich that he had yet to touch. He liked it so much more when Dean would go through Burger King and bring him back a hamburger for lunch, but today he was stuck with a lame sandwich he'd had to make himself that morning.
"Did I tell you about the new story I'm writing?" She squealed, jumping up and down so hard that the papers flew from the stack she held tightly to chest. "Whoops!" Becky bent down and gathered up the lined notebook pages quickly, placing them back in her now disheveled stack.
Sam didn't know if Becky had told him about this recent story or not, so he used the only answer he could supply without Becky talking about something he had no clue about. "No," he said simply, continuing to study the unappetizing lunch before him. The bread was all soggy because he'd built the sandwich then had put it in a plastic bag, allowing condensation from the ham to soak into the bread. The cheese wasn't much better off; it looked rather slimy.
"It is truly epic!" Becky said excitedly, setting the papers down on the table in front of Sam and helping herself to a seat. "It's about a young boy who has to choose a lover, either his soulmate, who's also his brother, or the lovely girl whom he might love."
Sam's head bolted straight up, a look of alarm on his face. "What?" He shouted. The rest of the busy cafeteria glanced at him for a fraction of a second, saw it was the 'nerd-who-was-probably-gay-and-a-total-loser-and-should-go-die', and lost interest immediately, continuing to eat their lunches and talk amongst themselves. He continued, in a quieter tone, "You do realize that's incest, right?"
"He's totally going to choose the lovely girl," Becky babbled on, "The other is just for dramatic effect. Well, that, and the fact that they're brothers makes it totally hot." She opened her backpack, and Sam expected her to pull out a lunch, but instead, she just pulled out a binder stuffed full of papers, and added her current stack to the collection. "You're so going to have to read it!"
"Heh, yeah," was Sam's half-hearted reply. He really didn't feel like dealing with Becky right now, along with his soggy sandwich and thoughts about what the torture chamber for him in Hell was going to be like. Sad thing was, since Becky had written what she had written, they'd probably be forced to share a room in Hell. Great, even more torture.
"I was actually going to make a dramatic reading and post it on YouTube! Would you listen to it?" Becky asked, now pulling out a lunch bag and opening it, revealing soup and a pudding cup. Sam loved pudding cups. Today was not his day. Then again, neither was any day.
"Maybe." Sam's eyes were now flitting around the room, looking anywhere but Becky or her obnoxiously pink backpack. The boring white walls of the school were now the most intricately designed things he'd ever seen in his lifetime, and the wooden tables were now designer brands.
"I'm going to become the next B-N-F!" She said, squealing once again.
Dealing with Becky was only the beginning of his troubles.
When the bell rang indicating fourth period, Sam had only finished half of his disgusting sandwich. The half that had not made its way to his stomach found its way to the garbage can.
After bidding Becky farewell, Sam slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed to his least favorite class of the day; pre-Algebra.
Pre-Algebra was the worst class because it one, had Ruby Simon in it, and Sam never felt like dealing with her. He'd rather put up with Becky's incessant fangirling. Two, he had it the same time the high school had P.E., and he had a perfect view of the high school yard where the older teens would run laps, hot and sweaty. That, of course, was very distracting, and it never helped him keep a low profile in class.
Sam wasted time in the bathroom, washing his hands for a full five minutes. He would've washed them longer, but the janitor came in and said, "You think you've wasted enough water, kid?" and kicked him out.
He dearly hoped he'd prolonged his march to the classroom long enough that Ruby would not be waiting for him right outside of the science lab, but he was wrong. She was right there, per usual, and Sam would have to ward off her advances as he trudged to math class.
"Sammy!" She called, running up behind him after he'd ignored her and walked right by.
Sam rolled his eyes, irritated that she had used Dean's, and only Dean's, nickname for him. "What is it, Ruby? I'm kind of in a hurry, so if you could speed things up-"
Ruby cut him off mid-sentence. "I was wondering where you were. Anyway, to cut to that chase, since we do need to make it to class." She grasped his hand with her own, and he ignored it. This was the kind of stuff he'd come to expect from Ruby. No doubt she was gonna ask him out once again. "Do you want to go out with me?"
"I already told you," Sam said exasperatedly. "No. I like someone else." He shook her hand off of his, sticking them both in his pockets, where he hoped his hands would be safe.
"Really? And who the hell might that be?" Ruby asked, stepping in front of him and placing a hand on her hip, blocking his path. "Becky? Jessica?"
"It's 'really' none of your business." He shoved Ruby to the side and continued on to the pre-Algebra, where Ms. Milton was more than likely having a hissy fit that one of her best students wasn't there. Her face was probably as red as her hair by now.
Ruby turned back around and resumed walking beside Sam. "I think it is my business if you don't want to be my boyfriend. Or," Ruby paused, a smirk that Sam could only describe as malicious creeping onto her face. "Are the rumors true?"
"Rumors? What rumors?" He glanced at her with an eyebrow raised. What if some kid had picked up on all the crap that ran through his brain? What if he was expelled? What if the principal, Mr. Crowley, was telepathic and saw every image and stray thought that was in the back of his mind?
"Woah, don't hyperventilate," Ruby said coolly, noting the rapid increase in Sam's breathing pattern. "There have just been rumors going around that while there are girls, mainly me and Becky, who want you as a boyfriend, you are the one who wants a boyfriend, if you catch my drift."
Sam 'caught her drift' way too well. "I am not gay." With that, their conversation came to an end as they entered the pre-Algebra classroom, with an unhappy teacher shooting an intimidating glare their way.
"Sorry, Ms. Milton," Sam said quickly, racing to his seat beside the window. Sitting down, he spotted the P.E. class, right on schedule.
Oh yes, he was screwed.
