I realize that this is also a really short chapter. School final exams started Monday this week and i tried getting this chapter done instead of studying, so, if it's not as good, i'm REALLY sorry. The next chapter, i will try to write and get up tomorrow. But on Friday, i won't be uploading anything do to having a birthday party to go to. Those are just the updates. So, tell me how you think the story is coming along! Thank you so much. :)
They pulled up to Warsaw Middle School.
Dean parked swiftly in the student parking lot. He had gotten driving lessons from his father when he was 14 in the Impala and soon after had mastered parking.
Sam sat staring at the school with a scared yet worried face. Usually, Sam got right out when Dean parked the car.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, looking worriedly at Sam.
Sam suddenly jumped as if being pinched.
"Huh? Oh.." He realized they were at the school. He was pulled out of his worries of Roddnie as Dean spoke. He made a grab for his bag that was on the car floor, but Dean stopped him.
"Everything alright?" Dean asked, staring at Sam. Dean had never seen Sam so deep in thought or so jumpy. He tried making eye contact with Sam, knowing how Sam's eyes were when he lied.
Sam kept his eyes averted to the floor. "Yep." Sam said shortly, pulling on his bag again.
Sam exited the car, leaving Dean in the car. Dean stared after his brother, wondering what was wrong with Sam. He sighed, telling himself not to go after Sam, deciding to wait until after school to badger Sam about it.
Dean sighed, shutting off the car. He was, no doubt, worried about Sam. But he would have to keep his worried concealed until they had both gotten home. Dean warily stepped out of the car and looked up at the brick school. He, as much as Sam, hated this school.
Dean was usually more popular than Sam at most schools, but Dean hated Warsaw not only for a decrease in hot chicks and increase of dicks at the school, but because his brother was even more sad every day he came home. He rarely ever smiled since they arrived in Warsaw. And for that main reason, he hated the school.
He made his way into the school, hoping Sam would be ok.
Sam made his way through the hall and to his locker. He took out his books and everything he would need for the day and loaded them into his locker. Everyone around his locker was already in class. Sam was usually one of the last ones to school, seeing as Dean always let Sam sleep in as long as he could.
"Hey Winchester!" He suddenly heard. He stiffened, knowing that a few lockers down, Roddnie had found him. Sam had his locker moved numerous times, Sam trying to get away from Roddnie. But he would always seem to find Sam's locker location. Probably from some of his friend, Sam thought.
Sam stayed turned, still loading his things into his locker. He heard footsteps coming closer to Sam. Sam stiffened even more as the footsteps stopped right beside him. Shit, Sam thought.
"Hey, nerd." Roddnie said. He had a deep voice and smelled like B.O. Sam wrinkled his nose at the smell.
"Hi." Sam said, still not facing Roddnie. He was getting frustrated that his words hadn't yet bothered Sam, in which they usually did.
"What's the nerd up to, today?" Roddnie asked.
"Not much." Sam said. He didn't seem scared of Roddnie, and this bothered Roddnie. But inside, Sam couldn't wait to flee to class. He was hoping Roddnie wouldn't start the abuse early.
"So, where's that 'bad ass' brother of yours? Jail? Just like that old man of yours?" Roddnie wanted to dig deeper, wanting to piss Sam off.
Sam, getting angry from the totally untrue and screwed up words from Roddnie, finally turned, his face calm, showing only a small bit of anger.
"Ever heard of a shower, Roddnie?" He asked, turning back to his locker and digging out what he needed for his first class of the day. Roddnie was angered by this. He hated when people had picked on him. He hated it a lot.
Roddnie almost threw a punch at Sam, but suddenly, the bell rang, and a teacher came out of the classroom, checking the hall for students.
"You two! Yes, you. Get to class." He said to the two boys. Sam reluctantly grabbed his books, closed his locker, and tried to walk past Roddnie to his first class. The teacher was still out and looking at the boys.
Roddnie grabbed a fist full of Sam's clothing.
"After School Special." Roddnie said, smiling.