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Chapter 2

I glanced up from my homework as Dean entered the motel room with our dinner. The two of us had been sitting here for the past hour doing the bucket load of assignments we had gotten on our first day.

Dean smirked. "Look at you both acting like sincere, obedient little elves."

"Elves?" I countered raising an eyebrow at him. Dean faltered and shrugged. Sam eyed him with a shrewd gaze.

"Need anything, Sammy? 'Cause there's no way I'm going to be terrified of your I-can-kill-you-with-my-eyes look," Dean teased and I couldn't help but laugh as Sam rolled his eyes.

"Nope. I don't need anything. Just wondering why you didn't get any homework," Sam said as he resumed his work.

Dean scoffed, "Dude, have you ever seen me actually do my homework? Truth is I can't wait to be out of school. Then all I have to concentrate on is hunting, which is a piece of cake." He threw himself back on one of the beds with a slice of pizza.

I couldn't help the frown that had formed. "Don't you want to graduate?" I asked curiously closing my math book and shoving it into my worn messenger bag. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that I wanted to graduate with honors if I could, maybe even convince dad to let me go to college for a few years. Though I was kind of glad it was still a long way away, that was one fight I wasn't looking forward to.

Dean shook his head. "What's the point when it won't help in the future?" Neither Sam nor I could answer. Dean didn't think like us. Sam and I always chatted about future possibilities, the colleges we would like to apply to, and the careers we would chose though it always seemed like some dream world; a perfect place where hunting could take a backseat to our hopes and desires.

"Okay, eat your dinner and then go to sleep. We've got an early start tomorrow," dean motioned to the pizza box on top of the dresser.

Sam and I both raised our eyebrows in astonishment before Sam asked what we were both thinking. "Since when are you eager to get to school early?"

Dean smiled wickedly. "Since I met Amanda Heckerling." I made gagging noises as I playfully put my finger in my mouth as I stuck out my tongue remembering slamming into the janitor's door as Dean had emerged from it with the girl in tow. "Shut up," he muttered tossing a pillow in my direction.

After eating dinner, taking a shower and brushing my teeth I lied on the couch, my bed for the moment, staring off into space. I was dreading going back to school tomorrow, maybe I could make an excuse and stay in the motel room or something. No, I'd have to have to turn in all those assignments and Dean would turn into some annoyingly concerned mother hen. Maybe I could meet up with Talia in the beginning of the day, she could give the teachers my assignments and I could just hangout at the park. No, that wouldn't work either because Sam would notice I wasn't in English. At least I hope he would notice.

Sam and I had always been incredibly close but recently I felt as if he was moving forward while I sat on the sidelines. I glanced over to where he was lying on his bed, his face smushed into his pillow, already asleep. He was my twin but I suppose he wasn't a mind reader, I'd just have to admit to him tomorrow I was feeling a little left out. He'd make things right. He would never forget about me. Dean mumbled a barely coherent 'good night' as he switched the light off in the room.

I rolled over and faced the back of the couch hoping neither of them would see the lone tear that managed to escape. "Please be a better day tomorrow," I prayed quietly before drifting off to sleep.

x-x-x

Sam chatted excitedly all the way to school about the English paper we had been assigned. I tried to nod at the appropriate times to let him know I was listening but truth was I couldn't stop thinking about Chrissy and what today would bring. I thought about it so much that a knot started to form in my stomach making me feel nauseous.

"And then we could exchange our papers and edit them for any errors before they are due on Friday. What do you think?" Sam questioned as the school came into view.

"Huh? Oh yeah, that's fine, Sam," I answered giving him a half smile that he accepted before running over towards his new friend leaving Dean and I to walk the rest of the way just the two of us.

"So," Dean nudged me with his elbow as he walked with his hands in his jacket pockets. "What's with you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I readjusted the messenger bag on my shoulder scanning the mass of people outside the school for a familiar face.

Dean lightly grabbed one of my arms and spun me around so that we were face to face, "Laur, you're acting like a space cadet. What's going on?"

"It's just…" I sighed ready to tell him how defeated I had been feeling after yesterday when Amanda basically skipped over to us and wrapped her arms around one of his.

"Good morning," she smiled biting her bottom lip completely ignoring the fact that I was standing right there.

There was no way this chick was going to interrupt our conversation. I was his baby sister and I always came first, right?

"Morning," he smirked turning slightly to put his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him and kissing her.

Okay, so he was greeting her and then he would remember me and that we were about to talk. I impatiently waited for a few moments when I couldn't take it anymore, just standing there watching them make out, so I let out an audible sigh and shuffled my way to homeroom.

"Hey," Sarah waved as I walked into the classroom.

"Hey," I smiled back relieved that at least someone wanted to talk to me today even if it wasn't either of my brothers.

We casually talked as the teacher did roll call and I was feeling one hundred and ten percent better as the bell rang.

Physical Education. Those two words always made me cringe when I saw them on my schedule no matter what school we were in. I was not athletic at all, though since I grew up training I had an upper hand when it came to running and climbing the robe, I was significantly horrible at any sport. As if that wasn't enough reason to hate gym class there was always the lovely locker room where we had to change into red shorts and white t-shirts. Winchester luck had me stuck not only with shorts that were long enough that they came way past my knees but my shirt was big enough to be lose on my father.

"Ok," Ms. Williams signaled the beginning of class as she stood there with a whistle around her neck as she scanned over a clipboard. "We will be doing five on five drills for basketball. Chrissy, Elena, Devan, Mia and Julie you will be the yellow team first," she read off the board before tossing them each pennies they put over their shirts. "Now for the blue team. Let's start with Becca, Kate, Sadie, Leah and…" she trailed off as I closed my eyes praying I could sit this one out. "Lauren." Crap.

"Ms. Williams, I really don't know if that's a good idea," I spoke up as she tossed me a blue mesh vest to put over my white shirt.

"Nonsense," she waved me off. "You're not trying out for the W.N.B.A. just do the best you can."

I smiled weakly as Kate assured me that they would handle making the baskets all I had to do was defend Devan. Ms. Williams blew the whistle and we were given the ball first. Trying to look like I knew what I was doing I stayed as close to Devan as I could while the rest of my team manage to score us two points. I cheered giving Becca a high five as we ran back to our side of the court. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Sadie was exceptionally talented and I watched in awe as she stole the ball from Elena and scored us two more points.

I also noticed a look of anger wash over Chrissy's face as our team cheered with each basket made. I don't know what went so wrong. One minute I was running next to Devan and then next I had the ball in my hand. Nervously looking for one of my teammates to toss it to I realized they were all being defended.

"Shoot it!" Leah shouted as she tried to push past Julie. Was she kidding? There was no way that I would be able to get this ball into that tiny hole way up there. "Lauren, shoot the ball!" she screamed again.

I pushed the ball as hard as I could in the direction of the basket, forgetting about bending my knees or even to aim for that matter and watched in horror as he hit Chrissy in the back of the head. Hard.

The speed at which she spun around and advanced on me was so quick I didn't even have a chance to form a thought or even move as she slapped me across the face.

"Ladies, that will be enough!" Ms. Williams stepped in. "I will see you in detention during lunch." Good, I thought smugly thinking about Chrissy sitting in detention until Ms. Williams turned to me. "Both of you."

Did she honestly think that I did that on purpose? Sure it had felt amazing for about two second but I never meant to hit her with the ball. Great, my brothers were going to love this.

The rest of the day all I heard were whispers in the hallway. Gossip was annoying. By the last period of the day it the story had changed from what actually happened to some horrific event that I gave Chrissy a concussion and ripped out a section of her hair.

Apparently I wasn't the only Winchester who had an altercation that day though mine was unintentional. In my last class of the day I heard some kid in the hallway laughing about 'Dirk the Jerk' and how he got taken out my some kid half his size.

"What happened?" I questioned my science partner who was usually super quiet.

"The new kid," he replied with a grin. "He's so cool!"

"Sam?" I asked in shock. Sam hated being the center or attention or so I thought.

"Yeah," my partner nodded enthusiastically. "Winchester is awesome! Do you know him?"

"I don't know," I answered half truthfully.

The end of the day couldn't come soon enough and I was anxious to find Sam. I had to know what happened. When I ran up to him on the sidewalk outside of the school he was shaking hands with his friend from the other day saying goodbye.

"Thanks again," the kid smiled.

"No problem, Barry," Sam nodded.

"Sam!" I heard my older brother's voice boom from behind me. Things were about to get ugly. Fighting was something we were supposed to avoid at all costs. "I heard you took out someone twice your size."

"Yeah," Sam replied as we started walking towards the motel room.

"Good job," Dean clapped his hand down on Sam's shoulder. I stopped walking and stared at the two of them in shock. Dean noticed I was no longer following and turned to look at me. "You coming?"

"What happened to no fighting in school?" I questioned angrily. "If dad was here he'd be ripping him a new one!"

Dean took a step closer to me, "No fighting in school? You're one to talk. I heard all about the girl you destroyed in gym today. If dad was here, Lauren, he'd be yelling at you! Can't you go to even one school without starting a fight?!"

"Dean, I…" I tried to explain that the story had gotten inflated and once again I was not the one starting fights but he cut me off.

"No, Laur, I don't want to hear it!" He shouted and pointed his finger in the direction of the motel. "Get going."

I huffed in annoyance. Not only did I have detention on my second day at this school but now Dean was disappointed at me to and that hurt more than anything.