"I can't believe those stupid band kids, leaving their instruments around our practice space! The next time I see one of those slimy assholes, I'm going to smack them!"
"Come on Sydney, Principal Singer's keeping an eye on you; you almost got suspended last week!"
"But Greg, they just- ugh- they piss me off, with their lack of organization and etiquette! When my sister was in band- bless her soul- I went to one of their concerts, and it was delayed fifteen whole minutes, the nerve!"
"Look at him standing there, with his stupid French horn and his disgusting smirk, and he has the nerve to walk towards us!"
At the site of the approaching band member, Sydney raised her hand to her mouth, biting her thumb.
"Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?" an incredulous frown decorated the face of the young musician.
"No sir, I do not bit my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir," she retorted, an innocent smile with a hint of malice spreading across her face.
"Do you quarrel, sir?" Greg asked, unwilling to start a fight, but fully willing to participate.
"Quarrel, sir? No sir," the French horn player replied, mildly irritated by Sydney's aggressive mannerism.
"If you're trying to fight, orchestra is just as good as band," Sydney insisted, desperate to prove herself superior.
"But not better," the rival boy replied, smirking at her.
"Sydney, watch yourself. One of the juniors in band, Sam Winchester is coming," Greg warned.
"Actually, orchestra is better," Sydney replied, ignoring Greg's warning.
"You lie!" his voice dripped with defensive anger.
"If you wanna go, then let's go!" Sydney's fist flew through the air, meeting the boy at his jaw. She was temporarily strangled as she was yanked back from her collar by none other than Sam Winchester.
"Break it up guys! Come on! You know Principal Singer has us all on his radar, and these stupid fights aren't making things any better!" Sam hissed. His monologue was interrupted by the clicking of shoes against the tile floors.
"Tsk tsk, Sam Winchester, fighting with freshman," he turned around to see Gabriel, a dedicated member of the orchestra, leaning coyly against the wall, chuckling darkly. "If it's a fight you want, come face a real man!"
"Gabriel, come on! I'm just trying to keep the peace here, help me out!" Sam insisted in a worthless attempt to preserve his innocence.
"Last I saw, you had her by the collar. Sure as hell looks like a fight to me. Don't be a coward, Sammy, bring it on!" Gabriel taunted, moving towards Sam and throwing the first punch. In the heat of the moment, neither of them acknowledged the other teens in hallway and their aggressive slurs.
"The school should disband the orchestra and band!"
"You guys are ruining this school for everyone else!"
"Hell, they should get rid of the whole music department!"
"What do you think you're doing!" the senior leader of orchestra, Michael, stormed down the hallway, glaring at the two fighting musicians, with his junior friend, Zachariah, in tow. "Come on Michael, this will go on your permanent record! They can try you as an adult!"
From the opposite end of the hall, Lilith, a well respect senior in the band's circle, was attempting to hold back a furious Lucifer. "Stop it! He's trying to get you in trouble! This isn't worth it!"
"I've had enough!" the room dropped absolutely silent at the sound of Principal Singer's intense rage. "You orchestra and band kids aren't satisfied unless you're at each other's throats! Three times so far this year, fights have broken out because you can't just keep the peace! If you every cause a disturbance at this school again, you will be suspended from school and permanently banned from any and all after-school activities. Now everybody, get out of here!"
The crowd dispersed, the whispers of gossip spread through the halls.
"What the fuck, Sam!" Lucifer strained his voice to what could hardly be considered a whisper.
"The freshman were fighting, I tried to stop it, and that asshole Gabriel showed up and provoked me, then proceeded to beat me up, and it kind of escalated from there," Sam looked at Lucifer sheepishly.
"And have you seen Dean at all? We need him to rehearse his percussion solo before our concert next week!" Lilith inquired, turning to Sam.
"Last I saw, he was sitting in the commons between the vending machines, beating them with pencils, probably writing another one of those pathetic love ballads for Lisa," Sam recalled, "and when I approached him, he walked away like he didn't see me."
"Damn, he spends so much time chasing his own tail with her, it's actually kind of sad," Lucifer admitted, shaking his head, "he's been trying to skip out on band practice too- hey, Sam, you should talk to him, he's your brother." Sam took that as his cue to leave and find his overly emotional brother.
He found him pacing through the locker bay, mumbling what seemed to be lyrics under his breath.
"Dean?" the older boy paused his pacing and faced his brother.
"Hey Sammy," his usual bright attitude was replaced with undertones of sadness.
"Damn, you really need to get over her," Sam muttered, more for his own ears than Dean's.
"What was that?" Dean inquired, curiosity overshadowing his obvious negativity.
"Nothing- so, um, how are you feeling?" Sam asked nervously, trying his best to make the conversation seem natural rather than awkward and forced.
"I just, I honestly care about her, Sam, and I try to make things work, but she's interested, and then she isn't, like my feelings are toys. We used to be so happy, do you remember sophomore year? She seemed to really love me back then…. What happened? Was it my fault?" Pain clouded Dean's eyes as he looked up at Sam. "She dumped me. Apparently, we're done for good. This is it, Sam."
"Well Dean, you don't-"
"She's said that before, and we got back together then, maybe there's still hope for us?"
"Dean. Stop it."
"But Sam-"
"Dean, you need to get over her! It just isn't healthy anymore."
"Maybe you're right, but I'll give her one more chance to fix things. Then I'll be done with her, for good. I promise."
Sam sighed. "There's just no winning with you, is there Dean?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Get over it! She's not worth it, and she's not worth all of this! Just find someone new, there are other girls, find one of them, move on, do something for yourself for once!" Dean was more than a little shocked by Sam's outburst, but he attempted to disguise it.
"Fine, I'll give it a try if it's so important that I do," Dean sighed.
"Shit! I hate to interrupt this heart-to-heart, but I'm going to be late for my next class…. I'll see you later!" Sam started off down the hall, calling after him, "don't forget band practice tonight!"