Chapter 12

In the girls bathroom, currently staring at my reflection.

That's what I'm doing right now. And don't begin to judge so quickly. I wasn't admiring myself in the mirror, or pouting my lips so I could take a selfie and later upload it on Facebook for hundreds of friends I never see (heavy sarcasm here. You think I would own Facebook?) No.

I was staring at my brand new shiner.

My right eye was red and swollen which made it look slightly smaller then the other. There was a dark blue ring around my eye that was darkening by the minute, and my cheek was slightly red and darkening as well. All in all, I looked liked crap.

Besides my banged up appearance my head was thumping with a migraine, still effected by the hook I received only twenty minutes ago. I groaned and bent forward as I opened the tap for the twentieth time since I came into the girls bathroom. I filled up cold icy water in my open palms and washed my face again, trying to get the coldness of the water to reduce the swelling. I would have gotten an ice pack from the school nurse but I wasn't bothered to make up a lie to explain my black eye. I wasn't in the mood to discuss it with anyone, really. I was still furious with the whole thing. I was trying to make myself forget it really happened but it wasn't easy. I punched him, and he punched me. An eye for an eye. Let's leave it at that because I really didn't want anymore trouble.

'Riiiiiiing!'

The school bell rang, making me jump in my spot from the sudden noise. I groaned again before I closed the tap and dabbed my face and hands dry with a stiff paper towel.

Time to get through last period so I can get the hell out of this place.

I grabbed my bag that I left on the sink top, placed it on my shoulder and turned to the mirror one last time. I groaned one last time before I pulled up my hoodie, shadowing my face. It's not that I've never been punched or that I haven't had some cuts and bruises on my face before. It's the fact that I know that people are going to stare and whisper and begin gossiping. I'm sure they all already know that Jason got his payback. It's most likely that he spent the rest of his lunchtime bragging to his friends about getting his revenge, his reputation returning back to normal. Good for you, idjit!

I exited the bathroom and began making my way down the halls towards the gym. It's like everyone slightly froze when they saw me, whispering to each other too obviously. They didn't even try to hide it. They began snickering and I heard people muttering things like, 'She got what she deserved', 'What a freak', and a lot more colourful sentences that I'm not bothered to mention. I ignored it all, being used to it from all the other schools I've been to. I'm not saying it didn't hurt me. Of course it did. I don't care what these people thought of me, but I was an outsider. I wasn't normal and I was a freak. That hurts sometimes. It hurts being stared and laughed at when you walk into a room. I really don't belong here.

I walked into the gym, seeing Mr Balderas setting up the volleyball net with the help of two students. The rest of the class were in the change rooms, changing into our sport uniform which consisted of navy shorts and a white polo with the school emblem on it. Mr Balderas was nice. He was tall and athletic with naturally tanned skin. He looked Mexican. He had dark eyes and hair, and dark stubble on his strong jawline. He was a friendly and outgoing teacher and he made gym fun. I didn't bother changing as I made my way towards him. He was standing on a stool, tying up the volleyball net to the post.

"Mr Balderas...", I called and he tightened the knot and looked down at me, his eyes going wide.

"Jaime!", he said loudly in shock as he stepped down from the stool to face me. "What happened to you?!"

"What?", I rose a brow, acting like it wasn't a big deal so he wouldn't freak out. "Oh, this...", I pretended to come to realisation as I pointed to my black eye. "I got hit by a handball during lunch. I think someone got pissed when they lost in a game of handball and launched it", I chuckled, waving it off.

"Are you okay? Did you go see the school nurse?", he asked as he stepped forward, trying to inspect my eye more closely.

I shook my head, "It's not as bad as it looked really...", I began to explain as I looked around at the heap of students who finished getting changed. They were slowly shuffling closer to us and not so subtly eavesdropping and snickering to their friends.

"You need to get on ice pack so it doesn't swell up too badly", he said and then looked to the side to a huddle of teens giggling.

"It's fine, Mr Balderas really", I said quickly, trying to get his attention again so he wouldn't pay attention to what they were saying about me. "I just have a bit of a headache. Is it alright if I sit on the side for class today?", I asked, like it really wasn't bothering me.

"Yeah, sure", he smiled slightly but it looked forced as he nodded and stepped forward. He placed a hand on my shoulder and walked me to the sidelines of the court where no one could hear us. "Are you sure that's what happened, Jaime? You can tell me if someone hurt you...", he said softly, hanging his head down at me because he was so much taller.

I looked up at him and I buckled for a second because he was being so nice and caring. It felt nice being treating this way after having people snicker and stare at you all day. I forced on a smile and shook my head. "No, no one beat me up", I chuckled like it was a ridiculous thought.

"You sure?", he questioned again like he wasn't convinced.

I nodded, "Yeah. No one can win one over me. I'm pretty bad ass, didn't you know?", I grinned, trying to get him to smile and drop the seriousness.

He chuckled and nodded. "Alright. You can sit on the sidelines today. Hope you feel better", he smiled, and gave my shoulder a little squeeze of comfort before he returned back to the court to start the volleyball game.


The bell to end the school day finally rang and I quickly closed my sketchbook, packing it away in my bag. I used a pencil to draw a dark forest with a lot of dried leaves falling from its trees. There was single clean wooden seat in the middle of the forest, and a tall lamp post besides it with the light bulb glowing brightly inside. Was it supposed to be significant? I don't know. I was just drawing.

I stood up and quickly made my way out the gym before Mr Balderas could say anything else to me. I think he knew I was lying because he kept watching his students stare and whisper to each other as they looked at me. I dropped the thought as I began to make my way towards the front doors of the school when I stopped on my heels, suddenly remembering that I had my first after school detention today. "Man!", I grunted under my breath as I turned and made my way towards the detention room. What better thing to do on a Friday!

I walked into the already opened door to the detention room that was on the other side of the school. It's like they wanted to punish us more by making us walk so far. The room was small with a large blackboard and desk at the front and lined up single desks in four rows of six. Nothing else furnished the room besides this. The white walls were plain and boring, turning to the slight colour of yellow from being so old. There wasn't even any windows in the room. I think the room was previously a storage room or something because the floor wasn't even carpeted like the rest of the school. It was old hard concrete with no colour to it. The light bulb in the lights were kind of yellowish as well, so it made the room even more depressing. They clearly made this room this way on purpose, wanting to urge people to behave so they didn't have to sit in this bummed out room for an hour after school.

There were around five students scattered around the room in the seats and a bored looking male teacher sitting at the front. He was old with white hair and glasses. I walked up to the desk and quickly sighed in on the clipboard that sat on the top of his desk. He didn't look up at me and I made my way to the back of the room to the desk at the end in the corner.

"Okay. You know the rules guys. Not a peep, not a poop", the teacher said mono-toned, adjusting his glasses before he looked down at his watch.

I snorted at his choice of words, looking up from my desk. No one else made a sound and I looked around, seeing everyone dazed out like zombies like they've all been here before and heard the same thing numerous times.

I looked up at the blackboard which had a heading saying 'Detention Rules', underlined two times in chalk. The writing was slightly faded like its been up there for so long, and no one had rubbed it out. I smiled slightly as I read the board:

Detention Rules:

- No talking
- No laughing
- No smiling
- No phones
- No earphones
- No sleeping
- No gum
- No doing anything! Not even homework.

You are being punished. You are to only sit and breathe.
Think about what you've done.

It was funny. I couldn't figure out if the person who wrote this was being very serious or they were being evilly funny.

I decided to choose evilly funny and sat back in my seat, leaning my head back as began to count the cracks on the ceiling.


I think I just spent the worse hour in my life in that detention room. It was worst then the time I got kidnapped by those freaky, crazy hillbilly's that wanted to hunt me so they could make an astray out of my teeth. I literally had to sit and stare at the wall for 60 whole minutes as punishment. I can't believe I have another 4 days of this left to do! Sitting on that desk doing nothing made me think a lot. It made me remember things that I've stored in the back of my mind for so long.

It made me remember Mum. What would she think of me now? How would it have been if she never died? Would we even be hunters? Would we be happy? Would I still be the screw up that I am now? Would I still be close to my brothers? Would I still have that distance I have now with Dad?

And Dad... Why do we not get along? Why doesn't he take me seriously? I know I remind him of Mum and it hurts him but he still treats me differently, like I'm a delicate little flower and I don't like it.

I shook my head, removing all the thoughts that clouded my mind during my detention as I walked out of the front doors of the school. I spotted the Impala immediately because it was parked right at the front. There were a few cars scattered around for the rest of the detentioners but the Impala stood out the most as it rumbled in wait for me. I pulled up my hoodie, trying to shadow my banged up face as I reluctantly made my way towards the Impala.

I hung my head low as I opened the passenger side door and buckled myself in. "Hey, Dean"

"Hey, squirt", I heard a smile in his voice as he pulled away from the curb and sped down the empty streets. He seemed happy. I guess he got over being upset with me after I got in trouble yesterdayl. "How was detention?"

"I was so close to slicing my hand with my pocket knife so I had an excuse to get the hell out of there", I grumbled as I dropped my bag on the car floor.

"That bad, huh?", he chuckled, flickering his eyes over at me before returning them to the road.

"Yep", I turned the dial to the stereo making music fill the car so we didn't have to talk. I didn't want him to notice that I was trying to avoid looking at him so he wouldn't see my face. So I used the stereo to stop him from starting a conversation.

The rest of the ride was silent and Dean finally arrived at the apartment and parked his car. I followed slowly behind him as he walked into the apartment, throwing his keys in a glass bowl that sat on a tall wooden table that was near the door. He pulled off his jacket and threw it on Sam's head who was lying on the couch with his laptop in his lap.

"Dean...", Sam groaned, pulling the jacket off his head and discarding it on the large coffee table beside him.

Dean just snickered when Sam glared at him, so Sam just rolled his eyes and turned to me.

"Hey, Jay. There's some leftover pizza in the fridge if you're hungry"

"Nah, I had a big lunch", I told him and quickly made a beeline to my room.

"Jaime, hold up. Dean and I found a quick case that we can do on the weekend", Sam said and I could see him motioning me over with a swing of his head.

I stopped in my tracks, as my heart leaped happily! Their going to let me in on a hunting gig? I did a little happy dance in my head as I forced myself not to smile.

"Can we go over it later. I'm really tired. I just want to lie down for a bit", I mumbled, beginning to walk away again.

"I thought you'd be more excited that we were letting you in on a hunt. You alright?", I heard Dean asked a little concerned.

"Yeah, just been a long day that's all", I put on a smile as I turned to him slightly, not enough for him to see the right side of my face.

I began to turn on my heel again but Dean's voice stopped me.

"Jaime...", he called my name with a more serious tone. "I know somethings wrong. What is it?"

"Nothings wrong..."

"Then why won't you look at me?", Dean asked and before I could respond he came towards me and pulled my shoulder gently so I would turn to him.

I saw his eyes go wide as they roamed over my face. "What the hell happened to you?!", he almost yelled as he grasped my chin in his hand so he could have a better look.

"Jaime!", Sam yelped concerned as he made his way over as well.

Great! I've done a bang up job at hiding it, haven't I?

"Please, don't freak out. It was an accident. Just some idiots playing handball hit me with the ball", I lied, leaning back so Dean's hand would drop from my face.

"If it was just an accident then why were you trying to hide it?", Dean questioned accusingly as he crossed his arms and rose his brow. He went from concerned to all business.

"Because I know you'll both freak out. And that's exactly what you're doing"

"Of course we're going to freak out. You look like you went ten rounds with a brick wall", Sam said worried.

"Jaime, you got in a fight yesterday and then you end up with a black eye today. Do you understand why we're not convinced?"

"Yes, I understand. That's why I was trying to hide it. It's not big deal. It's just a stupid accident. You know I've had worse", I tried to be convincing as I shrugged it off like it was nothing. Dean and Sam were about to open their mouths but I quickly spoke before they could. "Anyways, after having to sit through math class and the most boring hour of my life, I'm so tired that I can barely see straight. I'm going to lie down, so just drop it.", I mumbled before quickly and successfully making it to my room without my brothers trying to stop me.

I sighed as closed my door and locked it. I dropped my bag on the floor, kicked off my shoes, pulled off my jacket and collapsed face down on my bed. I wasn't lying about being exhausted. Receiving a nice left hook today gave me a massive headache that was still thumping since the point of impact. It was so annoying, and I knew that the only way to get rid of it was to sleep it off. I breathed out tiredly, closing my eyes as I slowly sank into unconsciousness.


"Anyways, after having to sit through math class and the most boring hour of my life, I'm so tired that I can barely see straight. I'm going to lie down, so just drop it.", Jaime mumbled quickly before turning on her heels again.

Dean stepped forward about to go after her when he felt Sam's hand clasp on his shoulder stopping him.

"Just let her go. You're not going to get anything else out of her", Sam mumbled softly to Dean so his sister wouldn't hear.

They both heard the door to Jaime's room shut and click when she locked it.

Dean groaned, shaking his head as he rubbed the back of his neck in agitation. His jaw was clenched angrily as he stared intensely at Jaime's closed bedroom door deep in thought.

"Do you believe her?", Sam asked his brother.

"Nope. I know a left hook when I see one", Dean groaned, shaking his head as he finally turned away to face his brother.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, Sammy", Dean huffed, his anger slowly wearing off as he walked over to the couch and sat down with a heavy sigh.


Writer's Note:

Hey dudes and dudettes!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm sorry for taking longer to post updates. I've been really busy lately, so I think I'm going to be posting only weekly from now on.

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