*Supernatural, nor any of it's characters belong to me* First day of school part 2...
"Hey guys," Patrick got his friends' attention quickly and tossed an arm around Morgan's shoulders, causing a flurry of fluttering, flushing and nerves all at the same time, "this is Morgan, she just started today."
She tried to say hi back to all of them, but there were so many, she finally just smiled after three awkwardly mumbled 'hey's at a few of the nearer young men. Patrick told them she was from Chicago and one of the chubbier boys hunched over a sandwich scoffed.
"Y'should kill y'r'parents for movin' you to this shit hole."
"Don't need to," Morgan's natural sarcastic defenses rose to the occasion instantly, "they're already dead."
The sandwich dropped from his chubby hand as the table fell silent, "I, uh, sorry."
"Shit happens," Morgan shrugged, feeling Patrick's grip tighten a little on her shoulder.
"So, who do you live with?" another boy in a football shirt asked.
"My older brothers," she wished she hadn't responded emotionally and put herself in the interrogating situation.
"Cool," another piped up enthusiastically, "so you can like do whatever you want."
This time Morgan did allow herself a small laugh, wondering why everyone kept assuming that and she couldn't help but think of Dean's characteristic eyebrow raise right before a warning started.
Patrick led her through the lunch line, showing her where the trays were and advising as to what foods to avoid and what was usually mediocrely appealing. As they were about to pay, she saw Bryan leaning against the vending machines across the room with a group of friends, some she recognized from the first day they met. He winked at her and she couldn't help a tightlipped grin, her stomach fluttering again. Patrick told one of his teammates to move when they returned to the table, offering Morgan his seat and she gave the boy an awkward, apologetic grimace as she sat down.
"So wha'd'ya think so far?" Patrick asked her after taking a swig of his soda.
"It's different," she smiled, "but I kinda like it."
"Good," he nodded and held out his hand, "Lemme see your schedule."
Morgan didn't really like the way he demanded the sheet of paper, but she unzipped her bag and handed it to him. It took him a bit longer than she thought necessary before finally looking up with the same wide-eyed expression he'd had in chemistry.
"You're in all the smart kid classes, huh?" he joked, "Doesn't surprise me. Pretty sure y'r'gonna save me from failin' chemistry."
"And save me since I need his ass on the field keepin' my ass from gettin' hit," the lean boy on the other side of Patrick stuck his head out and smiled at Morgan.
"Sam's our quarterback," Patrick jerked his thumb towards the young man and handing her back the schedule.
"My brother's name is Sam," Morgan smiled back at him, he didn't look anything like her Sam, he was much shorter, thin but muscular and his hair was buzzed short around his whole head, something she didn't even want to imagine on her brother.
"Good name," the other Sam nodded, "what other classes y'got?"
"AP math next with Mrs. Devon," she slipped the schedule back into her bag, having looked at it enough to see a clear picture in her head.
"Me too!" he exclaimed, just as the bell rang to end the period and she heard students pouring into the halls again, "C'mon, I'll show you."
"Ok," she nodded, swinging her backpack on her shoulders and giving Patrick a small smile, "thanks, I'll see you later."
"Count on it," he raised his eyebrows with a sneaky grin and she felt herself blush as she turned to follow Sam.
Math class went by quickly, Morgan appreciated her teacher Mrs. Devon was all business and simply instructed her new student to have a seat instead of wasting precious class time parading her in the front of the room. When the bell rang, Morgan was stopped on her exit from the room by a couple of giggling girls, both brunette, one wearing a blindingly pink sweater and the other in a high school cheerleading hoody.
"You're Morgan right?" the one in the pink sweater giggled more at her friend than at Morgan.
"Yeah," she sounded almost unsure as she answered.
"We're friends of Kelly's," the other girl smiled, "we're all on the squad. Did you cheer at your old school?"
Morgan stared blankly at them, having understood almost nothing she'd just asked, "I, uh, this is my first school."
"Ooh, homeschooled," pink sweater giggled and Morgan felt an angry bubble rising inside.
"Yeah I heard you're really smart," cheerleading hoody remarked, Morgan didn't understand how she could've heard anything about her already, it was barely afternoon, "You should come check out practice after school this week, you'd make a great flyer."
"Oh my God," pink sweater gasped, "she totally would. You have to come."
"Okay," Morgan was a bit taken back by the invitation she didn't understand and the follow up demand that she could not refuse.
"Tomorrow, three o'clock in the gym," cheerleading hoody told her, "I'm Shannon by the way."
"Christy," the girl in the pink sweater waved.
"Hi," Morgan nodded at them and followed them into the hall.
History was her last class before finishing her day in gym, a class Morgan wasn't sure how she felt about from what Sam had explained. She liked training at home with her brothers, but was very sure kickboxing and wrestling techniques would not be on the lesson plan. She managed to make it to her history classroom without any assistance and slipped inside just as the passing period ended.
"Miss Winchester?" a handsome man around Dean's age waved her over to where he was leaning against his desk in the front of the room, "I'm Mr. Kirk. How's you're first day been?"
"Good," she nodded at him, hoping he didn't ask her to tell the class something about herself.
"Glad to hear it," he smiled and Morgan felt that flutter in her stomach again, he was by far the most handsome man she'd ever met, "I put a text book on your desk over there."
"Thank you," she mumbled at him, averting her gaze, afraid her cheeks would darken with every glance to his clear blue eyes.
History was easily the most interesting class she'd had, not only because it was really nice to watch Mr. Kirk talk and pace in front of the room, but American history was probably the only subject Morgan knew she was severely lacking in and enjoyed absorbing new information. She couldn't help but skip around a few pages during class, excited to read the huge text as soon as she had the opportunity. When the bell rang, she returned Mr. Kirk's encouraging smile with a small, tightlipped grin and joined the mass of students in the hallway going towards their final class of the day.
Morgan had passed the gymnasium earlier and was quite proud of herself for remembering exactly how to get there, a plump woman in a crewneck sweatshirt and gym shorts caught her attention just outside the gymnasium doors.
"Morgan Winchester?" she asked and Morgan nodded.
"I'm Mrs. Olin," she said curtly and silently gestured Morgan to follow her into the gym, leading her to a small office between the doors labeled for the boys' and girls' locker rooms. Several students were entering the gender specific rooms, a few were already returning to the gym, all in the same blue shorts and white t-shirt with the school logo on them.
"Alright, are you a small or extra small?" Mrs. Olin asked, digging through a bin of gym clothes all packed individually in plastic.
"Small," Morgan mumbled and took the shorts and shirt the gym teacher handed her.
"You have tennis shoes?" she asked in almost a sneer after glancing at Morgan heavy boots.
"Yes, ma'am," she nodded and the woman gave her a satisfied, very small smile.
"Alright go get changed," she jerked her head of short dark hair towards the girls' locker room and Morgan hurried out of the office.
It wasn't until Morgan slipped the new cotton shorts on that her stomach twisted, while a long-standing part of her, she always wore pants to avoid showcasing the scars riddling her legs. Like the ones on her arms, they were light and slightly raised. Alone in the locker room, Morgan ran her hands up and down her bare legs and prayed no one would notice, finally gathering the confidence to join her class in the gym.
Gym wasn't as terrible as she expected it to be, while she thought the game Badminton was particularly stupid it ended up being fun chasing the birdies since no one was very good. A few of the boys at the court next to the one she'd been assigned to kept reminding the class the technical name for the birdie was shuttlecock, and Mrs. Olin finally scolded them for yelling the second half of the word every time they said it.
The locker room was packed when class was over and every girl was clamoring to change before the final bell rang to release students for the day. Morgan changed quickly and quietly, shoving her new gym clothes on top of her sneakers in her now very full backpack and sat on the bench to pull her boots back on her feet.
"Those are super cute," a tall girl leaning against a sink waiting for her friend called over.
"Thanks," Morgan smiled.
"You're the new kid?" she asked.
"Guess so," Morgan nodded.
"Gina," she waved.
"Morgan."
"I heard you're like really smart," Gina told her and Morgan wanted to know how all these people were hearing things about her so soon.
"I guess," Morgan shrugged, swinging her heavy backpack onto her shoulders.
"Yeah, I heard about you," her friend stood from the bench and smiled at Morgan, both girls were several inches taller than her, "you live with your brothers right?"
Morgan nodded and followed the girls out of the locker room.
"Kelly said the one she saw this morning was really hot," she giggled at Gina, but was met with a blank stare.
"Kelly's a slut, she thinks everyone's hot," Gina scoffed and Morgan stifled a grin at the sneer she only partly understood.
Gina asked Morgan where she was from and excitedly told her briefly a few things her family had done when they'd visited Chicago over the summer. Morgan smiled and nodded as if she was familiar with the museums she'd always longed to go in, but had never had the chance. Her smile widened outside when she saw the black Mustang sitting in the row of cars picking up students as others walked to their cars in the lot, Sam was leaning against the passenger side and grinned when he saw her. Morgan waved at him and said goodbye to the girls.
"That's your brother?" Gina's eyes widened at Sam, "Damn, Kelly wasn't wrong."
Morgan scoffed good-naturedly, shaking her head, and descended the concrete steps.
"Hey, you made it!" Sam smiled as she approached taking her backpack by the top loop and handing her the keys, "Ready t'get your license?"
Morgan squealed and slipped out of her backpack, nearly jumping to the driver's' side of the beautiful sports car.
"Jeezus," Sam scoffed, lifting her brown bag with one hand before tossing it in the trunk.
"Tell me about it," Morgan giggled, a rubbed one of her shoulders.
"Hey, sweet ride, partner," Patrick winked at her as he passed in front of the Mustang with a few other football players, "See y'tomorrow."
"Yeah, see ya," Morgan blushed a little and caught Sam's eyebrow raise, immediately dropping into the driver's seat and shutting the door.
"Who's that?" Sam gave her a sideways grin as he buckled his seatbelt.
"Patrick, he's my lab partner," she muttered, glancing out the window at the young man high fiving his friends before pulling himself behind the wheel of a large, gray truck.
"Football player?" Sam inquired as she turned the engine over and checked the mirrors.
"Yeah," she nodded, but brightened momentarily, "the quarterback's name's Sam."
"Good name," he grinned, pointing ahead to the exit and Morgan pressed the accelerator gently as the car rumbled forward.
UP NEXT MORGAN TAKES HER DRIVING EXAM, THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!
