Chapter 2: Bully
AN: what is new everyone! Third update, three days in a row! I must be on fire! Hopefully today I will also be putting on my Supernatural Story called Loki's Forgotten Daughters, if not, then it should be up tomorrow. Oh and by the way… the words that look like this: "hey" is Eliot talking from the present time. Now, I give you DMTHGF!
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own them, either one, but it would be amazing if I did though.
Blame the family, blame the bully, blame it on me. Maybe they needed, to be wanted.
"Three days into their stay, both had gotten picked on and almost pushed into fights. Sam was picked on for being smart, De for how she was dressed. On day though, they pushed them too far."
"Gosh, don't you have anything nice to wear?" Abigail, the snotty princess in De's math class asked. Abigail was perfect, little Miss Princess, cheer captain, dating the star QB, and her parents got her everything she wanted.
"Yeah, you look like a dirty hobo," Elizabeth, Abigail's underling said in pure disgust. Elizabeth was rich like Abigail, her second in cheer, and just about everything else, neither of the two girls could do any wrong, according to just about everyone.
Deanna has had to put up with their heckling for days, and it was getting on her nerves. She already broke six pencils and was about to break another with the way she was clutching the one in her hand.
"Yeah Winchester, you look like a boy, and an ugly one at that. No wonder you don't have any friends, or even a boyfriend for that matter. I mean, look at you, you dress like a man, smell like a skunk and you're stupid as dirt," Abigail sneered narrowing her eyes at Deanna.
De's eye twitched in annoyance as she broke yet another pencil. With a growl she quickly fished out another one, intent on paying attention and ignoring the bitch-a-saurs behind her.
Twenty minutes later when the bell rang, Deanna shoved her books away and bolted out of the room and made a beeline for her locker. Unfortunately for her, bitch on and two were right on her tail, heckling again.
"Look at the little baby, I think she's gonna cry," cooed Abigail.
"Abby, I don't think ugly people can cry, especially stupid ones, 'cause they don't know how to feel, or think," Elizabeth remarked and the two girls laughed as Deanna slammed her locker shut.
"…Shut up," whispered Deanna, her hand resting on the locker door, the other white-knuckled and clenched.
"Did you hear something Lizzy?"
"I think I did Abby, I think the man-girl said something."
"Go on man-girl, say it again!"
"…I said, Shut. Up." Deanna growled turning around, here green eyes dark with anger.
Abigail smirked, "Or what?"
De's jaw clenched, as did both her fists, as she tried to calm down.
"That's what we though, you're a little chicken shit, poor little bitch that-"
Abigail was quickly shut up by a punch to the jaw from Deanna that sent her sailing across the hall.
"You little bitch!" Elizabeth cried out lunging at Deanna.
In a blur of movement, De had stepped out of the way, tripped Elizabeth and sent her flying, face first into the locker. Backpack in hand, De sprinted down the hallway, half way down she heard a cry.
"WINCHESTER! PRICIPAL'S OFFICE! NOW!"
Deanna groaned, shoulders slumping, "Shit…"
Sam wasn't doing much better; he too was dealing with his own bullies. Two bigger kids were mocking him, picking on him, and calling him names. At least Sam made it out of the building before he got into a fight.
The kids were some of the schools bullies, Mark and James; both not very popular with anyone. Mark was a stocky kid with blonde hair, real athletic. James was wiry, a bit scrawny, and he didn't look like much, the kid had shaggy black hair and wore glasses. It didn't matter much though, 'cause the kid could pack a punch.
They had Sam cornered, Mark in front of him, James behind him; both were shoving him back and forth.
"C'mon Winchester, fight back!" Mark shouted pushing Sam into James.
"Yeah, fight back!" James echoed shoving Sam back into Mark.
As they kept shoving Sam, his jaw became clenched, and the grip on his bag tightened, before finally he snapped. Sam dropped his bag to the floor and shoved James.
"You said you wanted to fight me, so c'mon, fight me!" Sam cried out.
Both boy wasted no time in lunging at Sam, who quickly ducked and shoved them both back. Mark, who was the first to recover, took a swing at who ducked and punched him in the gut. Sam was barely able to duck a punch from James when they heard a yell.
"WINCHESTER! DELGATO! WILLIAMS! PRINCIPALS OFFICE! NOW!"
"…Crap…" Sam groaned running a hand over his face.
Twenty minutes later, six kids were in the principal's office. Sam and his bullies, Deanna and hers; both Winchesters were unmarred and wore scowls on their faces.
The principal walked from his office and looked at the six of them, "D. Winchester, E. McNair, A. Mallory, my office, now."
With a sigh and a glance cast at her brother, Deanna and the girls walked into the office.
For ten minutes Sam sat outside the office fidgeting and bouncing his knee before his sister walked from the room.
"S. Winchester, M. Delagto, J. Williams, in here, now," the principal said leaning in the doorway.
Giving on last look to his sister, Sam walked into the office.
Fifteen minutes Deanna paced the waiting room, chewing on her fingernails, waiting for her little brother.
"What did you get?" Deanna asked as Sam walked toward her.
"Three days of after school detention, you?" Sam questioned looking at his older sister as they left the office.
"One week in school suspension and community service," Deanna scowled as the pair walked from the building.
Sam groaned, "Dad's not gonna be happy…"
Deanna scoffed, "Tell me something I don't know Sammy."
AN: heyy, i need a beta, because i tend to make mistakes and i really neede some feed back so i can make my stories better, so please keep that in mind... thanks!
