Hi! So I felt realllly bad about ending Saving Dean so soon, so I decided to write a new fic for you guys! I really hope you like it! :)
Pain, the way it courses through each and every one of a person's vein's, spreading like a wildfire through a dry, burning forest on an even hotter summer day. It seemed as if pain was the only thing that Meg had ever felt, or could expect whenever she was needed, by her parents mostly, it's not like she ever had any friends that were there for her, or cared for that matter. But growing up like that for fifteen years, you get used to being alone, you get used to having your mom and dad beat you like you're nothing, when in reality, you're their child, a person who they're supposed to love, and care for, but Meg never had any ounce of normality, or had a family that actually gave a shit if she got home okay, or if she even ate, or had a bed to sleep in. No, but she did have the exact opposite, which was mostly why she resented having to come back home from school at the end of each day, to have to face her family's word's and hit's.
Despite her whole "tough girl" image, all she ever wanted was to have a few friends, but wasn't that just a silly wish?
She groggily dragged herself out of the blankets that were wrapped around her, wishing she didn't have to leave the comforting warmth, and having to wake up and face the world. Along with getting up, she felt the fresh cut's on her fore arm stretch and tear a little, causing a single drop of blood to fall from her arm, down onto the floor, leaving a bright red stain. 'Oh joy, something else to get in trouble for'. She thought, while grabbing a few tissues from her desk and gently pressing down on the small blood stain.
After that was taken care of, Meg slowly made her way into her small bathroom, studying her reflection carefully. She had light brown eye's, a smooth pale complexion, soft brunette hair, and stood at around 5'4. A few people in the past had actually told her she was quite beautiful, but it seemed as if nobody ever noticed it anymore, which she was also very used to. With a sigh, she carefully brushed her teeth and hair, before flicking off the fading bathroom light's and exiting back to her bedroom. She rummaged through her small closet trying to find something decent to wear, settling on a pair of black jeans, a beige shirt covered by an old leather jacket, and simple black boots.
Meg glanced out the window one last time, staring at the sun and how it shined through the thin glass, illuminating her entire room, it was a beautiful day, which never failed to put her in a good mood. With one last glance, she made her way down the old creaky staircase, praying her parents weren't awake yet, so she could pack her lunch in peace. But just her luck, her father came into the large kitchen, and blocked her exit of it.
"Meg, where are you going?" He asked. It was always the same question EVERY morning. "School." She replied, in her nicest voice possible, trying extra hard not to make him lash out on her for no apparent reason. He nodded, and cautiously stepped aside. Meg took the opportunity and walked over to the back door, unlatching all the lock's, then stepping outside letting the warm breeze soothe her, as she trudged down the sidewalk. Walking to school alone had always been something Meg cherished ever since she was a small child, it gave her the opportunity to think or clear her mind, or just have a little time to herself. It was one of the few hobbies she had left.
The teacher was late, as usual, and that normally resulted in sitting in the uncomfortable, stiff classroom chair's for even longer, and sometimes a spitball war could take place if Mrs. Manson got any later. School was hell too, students bullied Meg, she didn't exactly get the best grades either, but it still beat her home life any day.
She twirled one of her brunette strands of hair in between her index and middle fingers, staring at the round clock above the dirty chalkboard as it ticked impatiently, each passing minute earning groans from the whole class. After another moment of complete silence, she felt a tiny wet wad of paper land on the back of her head, immediately snapping her neck back so she could face the person who threw it, and with no surprise, it was Alastair, the one guy who teased her the most out of everybody. Without thinking, she yelled "Fuck You!" To Alastair and all of his friends, who just burst out into laughter, the words not even effecting them.
Mrs. Manson finally showed up about ten minutes later, with yet another of her famous excuses for being forty fucking minutes late. Then suddenly, a dark haired, blue eyed boy came walking in the classroom, with a confused look plastered on his incredibly attractive face. "E-Excuse me, but is this room 14? I got kinda lost." He spoke, with a small smile. Naturally, all the girls started giggling and staring at the blue eyed boy, with what could only be described as a lovestruck look on their face's.
"Why yes it is, class!" Mrs. Manson yelled, easily getting everyone's attention. "We have a new student today, Castiel Novak." She announced, scanning over the whole roon, searching for an available seat, and there just happened to be one right next to Meg. "Castiel, you'll be sitting next to Ms. Masters, okay?" She said, with what sounded like sympathy in her voice. Even the teachers hated Meg, well not hate, but strongly dislike.
Castiel smiled, then made his way next to Meg, sitting down in the weak chair. "Hi." He greeted, smiling kindly at Meg, who muttered a 'Hey'. "So, what's a pretty girl like you doing sitting by yourself?" He asked with a flirty tone, and smirk. Meg turned her head in his direction, raising an eyebrow at the compliment.
"Are you for real?" She asked curiously. He chuckled a little before speaking. "Well, I happen to think you're very pretty." Castiel replied, making the pencil he was holding spin around in his hand's. Meg blushed strongly, totally confused at the conversation. Was-was he flirting with her? Or just saying it to lead her on? Yep, it had to option number two, because no guy has ever taken interest in Meg Masters, except, no, she wasn't going to ruin her day thinking of that. "So, you got a first name, Ms. Masters?" Castiel asked, never taking his eye's off of hers. Okay, why did this guy even talk to her? Most of the new kids just avoid her to "fit in", because she was labeled as "the emo freak", and word traveled fast in Lawrence High.
"Meg." She responded, offering no other conversation, and turned her attention back to her English book. Castiel quit saying anything, and focused on the teacher. But found himself attracted to her in a mysterious sort of way.
TBC
So that was kind of just an intro, that's why it was so short and uninteresting lol. But next chapter will be out sometime tomorrow :)