Chapter 7: La La Lainey

Morgan nearly threw her phone across the room the very second it dared to blare the instrumental intro of Highway to Hell in her pitch black bedroom. It was a lot harder for her to wake up in the morning now that she didn't have a window of sunshine to wake her up anyway. She let out a loud and exaggerated groan as she turned off the alarm and rolled out of bed. She plugged her phone into her Bose and started playing her playlist of heavy metal, rightfully titled Bitchcraft, at a moderate volume. The teenager climbed into the shower as s sand along to Hungry by Rob Bailey and The Hustle Standard. It was an odd mix of heavy metal and dubstep, but she always just rolled with it. When she got out of the shower, she rung out her hair with her towel and brushed it out. She quickly got dressed, as she knew exactly what she was gonna wear. As a teenage girl, naturally she had put some thought into what she was going to wear on the first day of her freshman year of highschool.

She stood in front of the mirror, a fitted but slightly loose white button down and light wash jeans. She always felt like sunshine when she wore light colors, so in addition to the white shirt and the light wash jeans, she got up and decided to slip her feet into white slip-on vans, glad that she had ran them through the wash with some oxy clean so they looked immaculate for the first time since she bought them. It was one of those impulse buys that she had when she got overpaid yet again for babysitting these two boys for one of her mom's coworkers. Zoey just sat there, wagging her tail as the teenager smiled and grabbed her makeup bag. She wasn't too fond of doing a lot of makeup, but she thought she'd make an effort today. She did natural looking smokey eyes and thin eyeliner to at least try to make her thick lashes just a bit thicker. Morgan was quick to put on some mascara and avoid foundation since it always made her freckles look was about to grab her backpack and go eat some breakfast when her favorite song came on, and she couldn't just turn it off.

"A company," she sang, "always on the run. A destiny, oh it's the rising sun. I was born, with a shotgun in my hands. Behind the gun, I'll make my final stand. Yeah, that's why they call me, bad company! I can't deny! Bad! Bad company! Till the day I die, until the day I die!" She belted, but froze as she noticed her dad standing in the doorway. She immediately bolted and grabbed her phone and pulling it out of the Bose, cutting off the music. Dean laughed for a second before shaking his head.

"I, uh, made some waffles for breakfast," Dean told her as he turned and walked away. She could hear him laughing as she boiled with embarrassment. The teenager quickly made sure she had everything, before realizing she needed her gym clothes. She and Dean had to order the shirts online from the school and they had only just barely shown up in the mail the day prior. She grabbed one, a sports bra, athletic shorts, socks and her gym shoes. Morgan stuffed them in her bag and walked out of the bedroom, Zoey following at her heels.

"Good morning," she told Sam and Dean as she walked into the kitchen, where her father and uncle were chowing down on some fresh waffles. She dropped her backpack by her chair and quickly put some dog food in Zoey's dish before sitting down and putting a waffle or two on her plate. She froze when she noticed Sam trying not to laugh.

"What's so funny?" She asked him as she buttered and syruped her waffles.

"So, a big Five Finger Death Punch fan?" Sam laughed. Morgan groaned.

"You told him?" She asked her dad, her voice hinting at how irritated she was. Her father shrugged with a stupid grin on his face.

"Hey, the singing wasn't half bad, but it was pretty damn funny," Dean told her. Morgan rolled her eyes and got to eating. She would never tell her father this, but she was kind of jealous that his waffles were better than hers and she couldn't figure out why.

Morgan peered out of the car window through her black raybans. It wasn't a big high school, but it wasn't any bigger than Beechwood, her old school. The amount of teenagers before her seemed daunting, but the sound of the Impala's engine was drawing attention, and as more and more kids looked in her direction, she realized that she was going to have to get out of the car to avoid drawing so much attention to herself. Morgan looked back at her father and he gave her a smile. But it wasn't really a good luck on your first day of highschool smile, so much as a get the hell out of my car so I can go on a hunt a couple towns over while you're in geometry. So, the teenager opened the car door and walked towards the front doors of the school. She was petrified, but she just kept walking.

From behind her sunglasses, which she was glad were so dark that no one would see what she was doing, Morgan people watched as she passed her new peers. She studied them, hoping maybe there would be a simple way to get through the day without slipping up and saying something that sets off some stupid teenage drama that she was so adamant on avoiding. She was starting to realize that as much as her outfit screamed sunshine and clean, she didn't quite fit in. The majority of these girls, freshmen or older, were caked in makeup. It didn't matter if it was good or bad makeup, like anything they did would make them prettier whether they had the skill to do it right or not. Some of the girls were wearing shorts that would get them stopped and sent home by a school official, but it seemed that the faculty didn't really care.

As long as the students were behaving, Morgan thought as she spotted the blonde from the mall, and she was coming straight to her. Oh shit.

"Hi there! You're new in town right?" the blonde asked her. Morgan nodded, putting the sunglasses atop her head so she could politely look her in the eye. Green eyes met greyish blue.

"Yeah, moved here over the summer. You might know my dad, he and his brother are the two marines that have been in and out of here for the last few years." Morgan was hoping that if the blonde knew who her father was, maybe she wouldn't try to mess with her right off the bat, before the blonde learned that there wasn't much her dad could stand in the way of when it came to highschool drama.

"That's so cool! I'm Lainey Lisowski," the Blonde introduced herself, tucking a curl behind her ear. She was giving an almost award winning smile. Almost because Morgan can see right through it. This girl did not like her. But her hand was out, and the teenager was afraid of what would happen if she didn't shake it.

"Morgan Winchester," she forced a smile, shaking Lainey's hand.

"You don't sound like Kansas, where are you from?" Lainey asked in her Kansas twang. An awkward laugh slipped from her lips.

"Kentucky," Morgan told her with a continued fake smile. She was doing her best not to get into a sticky situation… or at least a situation stickier than this one.

"That's cool. So… Morgan… How do you know my boyfriend?" Lainey asked and Morgan immediately felt confused.

"Who?" Morgan asked her, the confusion notable in the tone of her voice.

"My boyfriend? Jonah Maifeld?" Lainey pressed her. Morgan rolled her eyes, knowing that she probably shouldn't have. But, she knew what time it was and that she didn't have the time nor patience for the shenanigans that Lainey was trying to drag her into.

"You know what? I gotta go. I need to get to my locker," Morgan told her before walking away.

"Stay the hell away from him! Do you hear me?!" Lainey yelled after her. Her skin crawled slightly from the discomfort of that confrontation. By the time she got to her locker, there were ten minutes left until class was going to start. So she quickly opened the locker with her newly memorized combination code and dumped the school supplies that she didn't need till after lunch, including her gym clothes. She put her sunglasses away into her backpack and slammed the locker shut. She rushed down the hall, spotting Jonah along the way, and he spotted her as well.

"Hey, Morgan!" He called after her but she looked at he ground and kept walking. "Hey, Morgan! Wait up!" He called as he ran up to her. She kept her mouth shut as he stopped running and walked beside her. "Did you hear me calling? Sorry if you didn't, I thought we could eat lunch together today…" She kept ignoring him and walking a bit faster to her advisory, hoping that she would lose him or he would figure it out and just leave her alone. But instead of either of those routes of action, he stepped in front of her and stopped her.

"What?" She snapped at him, trying to step past, but he wouldn't let her.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He asked her. It felt so genuine that Morgan had no idea what to do. But then she just blurted it out, as she often did.

"Why don't you ask your psycho girlfriend?" She told him slightly under her breath. He looked ashamed and embarrassed for a moment, but what surprised her was that he looked irritated as well. Morgan walked away, her eyes still locked on the linoleum floor as she made a break for homeroom. After how her day began, the teenager gave up on social interactions and decided to keep to herself. Sure, there were people who wanted to know the new girl, so she simply told them her name and where she was from before leaving the interaction and walked to her next class of if she was already in class, she would simply tell them that she really needed to get whatever notes down.

After lunch, after she ate alone in the bleachers of the football field, after she went to her locker and retrieved her afternoon school supplies and her things to stick in her gym locker, the teenager had acquired a headache. It was small at first, then it grew and grew and she was beginning to think that maybe it was because of the crappy day she thought she was having. She was sitting in her History class when she wallowing in her boredom and pain of not only the class but her raging headache. She was sitting in the sort of middle right of the classroom, right next to the window, and she noticed Lainey sitting in the back left corner of the room, surrounded by all her friends, some of which Morgan had recognized from the mall. Lainey looked like she was having trouble with her pen not writing. Morgan smirked and thought of how funny it would be if the pen ink exploded all over her in her perfect pale pink dress and white cardigan.

Morgan looked back to the front of the room, watching the teacher write something on the board that she couldn't quite see, so she reached into her backpack and pulled out her glasses. They were horn rimmed Ray Bans that her mother got for her last Christmas. As she put them on, the whole room became just a little bit crisper and she wrote down the notes. She looked back and noticed Lainey still having trouble with her pen. She looked back to the front of the room to keep writing notes from the teacher's lecture on Early Civilizations. She just shook her head and wished that Lainey's pen would just explode. If she was going to ruin Morgan's day, why not have her day ruined as well? But then for a second, Morgan's headache ceased as she heard Lainey scream and the entire class looked back at the Blonde.

"Seriously?!" Lainey shrieked as she was splattered with blue ink from her pen. Morgan froze as the headache returned and she looked at the exploded pen in Lainey's ink covered hands.