Chapter Five

Maggie stepped out of the bathroom, tugging her blue and black tartan skirt down and fiddling with the matching tie. Sam laughed loudly and Maggie stopped dead, staring at him with a piercing glare,

"Now I remember why I quit school in the first place…" She mused as Sam had well and truly shut up, "This is torture! Surely!" She cried, throwing her arms up in the air, "It has to be illegal! I mean…for a religion with such high morals, you'd think the skirts would be longer!"

"Nice socks." Dean commented as he walked through the door,

"Do you want me to shoot you? I'll do it."

"You look…good though, seriously." Dean continued, "Uh…" He trailed off, not knowing where to look,

"And may I remind you, Dean…I am your sister…"

Sam looked at Dean, appalled while Dean rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly,

"Lola!" Dean yelled, banging his fist on the bathroom door, "You're gonna be late for school!"

"Perfection takes time!" She called back whilst Maggie leant forwards, fidgeting with her long white socks,

"They itch…should they itch?" She asked Sam who shrugged,

"You ask me like I would know."

"You would."

"I get nothing but abuse in this family." He sighed,

"Awh…leave him alone, he can't help being a geek!" Dean cooed. The bathroom door and out stepped Lola, striking a dramatic pose. She wore her hair in low bunches, her hair in ringlets savor her fringe that was strait and swept across her face that was lightly made-up. She marched across the room, grabbing a cardigan and a jumper,

"Maggie, which do you want?" She asked holding them up, "They'll both be huge on you."

"Throw me the jumper." Lola did before pulling the cardigan's sleeves over her arms. She buttoned the middle two buttons and straitened her collar, top button undone. With a twisted face of irritation, she rubbed the top of her right shoe on the back of her left leg,

"These socks itch." She said matter-of-factly,

"So we hear…" Sam said before looking up at his brother, "Close your mouth."

"Shall we go?" Lola asked as she bent and scooped up her leather school satchel, "This has got to be the lamest outfit I've worn in a long time and let's all bear in mind that I used to take my clothes off for a living!"

Maggie took a double take before shaking her head,

"You know what? I don't even want to know…"

As the car rumbled up in front of the large school building, the foursome sat in silence, staring ahead as teenagers milled around them,

"Right." Maggie said briskly, "Let's get going, Lola."

"Okay…what's the plan?" Lola asked, slapping her hands down gently onto her bare knees,

"Well I think we should try making friends with as many people as possible. That way we should hear any rumors that might be going around."

"Okay, well I'll take them over there…" Lola said as she pointed to a group of boys standing beneath a large oak tree, tossing a football between them, "And you can have the geeks."

"Why do I have to make friends with the geeks?!" Maggie fumed, "Guys…back up here!"

"Well…" Sam began carefully, "Lola probably would do better with the jocks…I mean…she's uh…"

"Be careful what you say here, Sam." Lola warned, "There are so many options that could insult either one of us."

"Lola's more confident." Sam finally settled on, looking proud of himself,

"Good answer." Lola and Maggie answered in unison, before Lola popped open the door, stepping out. Maggie rolled her eyes as a few people stopped to take notice,

"Oh brother…" She muttered, following Lola who was looking around curiously,

"Later guys!" She called as Maggie shut the car door,

"Lola…" Dean called as they began to walk away. Lola stopped, mid-step and turned walking back to the car, leaning down on the windowsill so she was at face-level with him,

"Yes Dean?" She asked, tilting her head to one side, kicking the toes of her shoe against the sidewalk absent-mindedly. Dean was about to speak when he noticed over her shoulder a trio of boys walking passed, admiring the view. One whistled,

"Hello gorgeous…" He drawled,

"Yeah…keep walkin' punk!" Dean growled,

"Alright gramps…keep your jacket on…"

"God sweetie…your dad always this uptight?"

Sam stifled a laugh as Dean growled, reaching behind him but Lola grabbed his shoulders sternly,

"Drop it."

"What?"

"Your gun. They're just kids." She said seriously. He huffed, placing his hands back on the steering wheel,

"Be careful. Both of you."

"It's a Catholic school. What's the worst that could happen? Get a bible thrown at me?"

"You be careful." Lola said simply, "It's about time someone said it to you." She whispered before leaning in and pecking him on the lips quickly, "Bye Sam."

"Bye guys!" Sam called after them as they disappeared up the stairs and into the main building. The two sat there for a couple of minutes to keep an eye on things. They remained in silence until a group of girls in the same uniforms as Lola and Maggie wandered past slowly, peering into the car and giggling shyly. Dean turned to Sam with a smirk,

"Maybe we should enroll too…"

"Dude…they're seventeen. You are way too old!"

"What's with everyone calling me old this morning?"

"Well…that jacket is…"

"Ugh…" Dean breathed, rolling his eyes and turning the engine on to pull away.

Maggie and Lola wandered down the center of the hall looking thoroughly confused. Maggie stopped, looking down at the piece of paper in her hands,

"I'm lost." She said honestly, "I think…maybe…in here? Lola, why are people staring?"

Lola shrugged,

"Because we're hot?"

"Did you suddenly lose fifty IQ points as soon as you put that outfit on or something?"

"I'm in character…"

"If you had said 'duh' at the end of that sentence, I would've smacked you."

"Shall we just try this one?"

"Yeah…sure…why not? What's the worst that could happen?"

"Be shamed for the rest of our school lives?"

"What? The whole week?"

"Exactly."

"…you amaze me sometimes, you really do."

Lola grinned, grabbing Maggie's hand and pulling her into the classroom, which was full of students. The teacher turned and smiled brightly,

"You must be Maggie and Lola, right?"

"That's us!" Lola replied happily,

"Welcome to Saint Edmunds girls. I'm Mister Milne and this is your Maths class. Ladies and gentlemen…please welcome Lola and Maggie who've just arrived from Texas. What brought you to our little town?"

"Our dads." Lola said as she placed her arms behind her back sweetly, "They're in the navy."

"Ahh…I see…so what kind of things did you enjoy doing in Texas?"

"Farming…" One wise-ass student called from the back of the class. Lola rolled her eyes,

"That, and wearing Stetsons." She said seriously, "It just wasn't a Friday night without the mechanical bull, either."

Maggie laughed along with the rest of the class,

"Well girls, if you'd like to take your seats over there, we can begin."

"Oh…goody…" Maggie murmured, "Maths…my favorite."

Lola slid into her seat, pulling her notebook out of her satchel. She passed a pencil over her shoulder to Maggie and turned slyly as she did,

"He's kind of cute…" She whispered. Maggie lifted her eyes to the ceiling,

"Focus…please…" She said, pointing at the board, "May I remind you of my brother."

"I know…I was only joking…you really need to relax…" Lola sighed as she turned back around, "Oh God…it's been awhile…what the hell does that symbol mean? I haven't seen that before! Oh God…"

By the time lunchtime rolled around, Maggie and Lola were physically and mentally drained. Carrying their trays through the cafeteria, Maggie moaned,

"I can't believe Maths has actually gotten harder! I mean, who actually uses pi in everyday life? I ask you!"

Lola shrugged,

"I have no idea." She breathed, shaking her head,

"Lola! Over here!" Someone called,

"Who's that?"

"Just some people I met in history earlier."

"Oh…right…"

"Well, I'm off to investigate. You wanna come with?"

"Oh yeah…they'll let me sit down…" Maggie drawled,

"Show a bit of thigh."

"No."

Lola shrugged,

"Screw you then." She smirked, walking off towards the group that were calling her name,

"Hey Maggie…come sit with us." Called a kid with blonde, greasy curtains, severe acne and a lisp caused by a retainer that desperately needed to be cleaned. She raised her eyes to the ceiling again, willing the day to be over. Geeks like Sam she could handle…however, complete and utter nerds…definitely not.

With a sigh she moved to sit down at their table, looking over in Lola's direction to see her laughing and chatting away. She scowled at Lola's instant ability to make friends before turning to the other occupants of her table,

"Sooo…" She began nervously, "How about those equations earlier…?" She asked, half-heartedly,

"Ooh! Yes!" Exclaimed one, "They were rather entertaining…"

Maggie leant her cheek into the palm of her hand, resting her elbow on the tabletop as her mind drifted to her happy place, singing Keane's Is It Any Wonder in her head.