A/N: Quick thanks to sjwmaw and guest for reviewing Liam! Keep 'em coming ladies and gents because I'm still curious about what you guys think of Liam, what you think of how Morgan has been changing since the first chapter, and if there's anything else you have an opinion about in the story. Thanks for reading "Bad Company" and for making it this far in the story!

Chapter 34: Breaking the Habit

"Go Liam!" Morgan jumped up from her seat, screaming in excitement as Liam snatched the ball out of the air with his lacrosse stick and started charging the other team's back line. She new he was gearing up to take a shot since none of his teammates were in the position to give him support near the goal. He was sprinting, faking moves and spinning out to dodge the defenders until he got to the goalie. Just like in practice, he faked a shot and before the goalie could recover, Liam made a back shot, the ball whipping into the bottom left corner of the goal where the keeper left a little too much of a gap uncovered. The crowd of Oak Hills students cheered, Morgan right along with them. She was with Madison, the two of them cheering on the team. Her boyfriend Tyler was playing too. He was a midfielder. In the lull after the goal was made and the field was forced to reset, Morgan for some reason was thinking about what her dad had told her before the game.

"You're going to the game with Madison?" her father asked her. Morgan nodded. "And after, you and Madison are going to a party?" Morgan nodded. "This wouldn't have anything to do with that boy I keep seeing you with when I drop you off and pick you up from school, would it?" Morgan smiled at the thought of Liam.

"Yeah, he's the one who invited me. I found out later that Madison was going too because her boyfriend is also on the team," she explained to her father. Dean's eyes narrowed at his daughter.

"And you trust Liam?" Dean asked.

"Well, yeah. He's really nice. He was new last week and the office paired me up with him because they thought I would be the most help since I was also from out of state this year. We have a lot of classes together and we talk a lot. I think I know enough to know that I trust him," Morgan went on, making a face that she didn't realize she was making. It was a faint smile that still sort of crinkled her eyes. The expression that crossed Dean's face was a familiar one. It was the face he made the first time he realized Morgan liked Jonah. He was suspicious of the boy, and Morgan could see it.

"You like him don't you?" He asked. Morgan shook her head.

"No, it's not like that, dad. I made a new friend that surprisingly understands me. Dad, he found out about every bad story about me. The fights with Lainey, what everyone thinks happened to me on halloween, all of it. And do you know what? He told me it didn't matter. Freaking Liam James, the new kid from California who spends his summers as a camp counselor teaching kids to surf, told me that he's friends with me. He told me that because we're friends, that my truth about my past is the only truth that matters," she told him, stopping because she was starting to feel like her dad was right, but a boy like Liam wouldn't go for a girl like her. One that's a hot mess with a history of the only boyfriend she's ever had dying.

"He told you that?" Her father asked flatly. She could tell that he wasn't sure how to handle this situation. His daughter wanting to be friends with a boy was not exactly territory that he wanted to enter.

"He told me more than that. He said that all the students in my grade, even some upperclassmen, are afraid of me. I'm intimidating because someone tried to kill me, and I lived. He said that everything I've been through makes me stronger, that I'm not afraid of anyone. So yeah, I'm going to go to this party with Liam after he kicks ass in this lacrosse game. Okay?" Morgan told her father. Dean was taken aback by this side of Morgan. She wasn't one to demand anything from him and she definitely wasn't one to tell him that she was gonna do something with an attitude that told him there wasn't anything he could do about it.

"Just promise me you'll be safe and that you'll keep your phone on you. I won't rat out the party or rain on your parade, but I will pick you up if you and your friends need a ride home," he said, waiting for her response.

"I promise."

Morgan pushed the memory out of her head as she watched the boys duke it out on the lacrosse field. It was like clash of the titans on the turf. Players were crashing into each other left and right, reminding Morgan that lacrosse was not a forgiving sport. The only forgiveness it had for these players were the girls in the stands, dressed in tight and short clothes with their hair and makeup all done up. Sadly, tonight Madison had convinced Morgan to be one of those girls with her. The teenage girl was dressed in a loose, low cut tank-top that she got from cheerleading. It was black with the word SPARTANS written across the chest in white in a thick, purple stripe. The tanktop was tucked into a pair of rather cheeky high waisted jean shorts that were ripped at the hem. Morgan felt weird, wearing a pair of shorts that you could see the bottom part of her cheeks, but Madison insisted that she wear them. On her feet were her black hightopped vans. Her hand was twisting the charm on her anti-possession necklace around. She was nervous about the game. The boys were down one goal and the game was nearing the end.

"Come on! Quit sitting on your asses and charge their damn players!" Morgan cried out, getting a little too invested in the game. Madison looked at her like she was crazy.

"Damn, Morgan. Not that I wouldn't expect this from you but at a lacrosse game? You only ever get this riled up at soccer games and that's because you're on the field," Madison was laughing at her. "Now why would you get so into a game that you've never showed interest before, hmmm?" She tried to show Morgan that she saw something else going on here. But the young psychic just shook her head.

"I haven't showed any interest before? Really? Believe it or not I was in a recreational league when I was a kid because my mom thought I had anger issues," she explained to her friend as the clock was getting even closer to running out. This time one of the midfielders scored, and the whole student cheered, Morgan and Madison right along with them. They had a chance. Thirty seconds left, and they had a chance.

"I think you're inspiring them. I'm starting to think you might be onto something, nagging the team like that," Madison told her, her voice low so the rest of the stands didn't hear her. The whole stand when quiet as the field reset after that last goal. Some senior was in the middle, facing off against the attackman on the other team, waiting for the ref to blow the whistle so one of them could snatch up the ball and take off. As soon as the ref blew his whistle, the other team got the ball.

"Are you seriously giving up that easily?!" Morgan cried out, giving Madison a quick wink before getting back to it. "Even I could play better than you LADIES have been playing all night! Get the freaking ball back and get your balls back!" Morgan yelled at the top of her lungs. The coach on their team looked at her all confused, but once the boys picked up the pace, the man shrugged and let her keep it up. The opposing team tried to complete a pass, but it got intercepted by none other than Madison's boyfriend, Tyler.

"Yeah, baby!" Madison cheered, getting Morgan to laugh.

"That's not enough, LADIES!" Morgan yelled. "If you want to get your balls back you gotta do more than intercept that pass!" she screamed. Just like that, the Spartan boys were stringing together passes as if the ball was in a pinball machine, pinging all over the field faster than the other team could attack each player. Liam got the ball with him just seven feet away from the goal, and he shot that ball so hard that even though it hit the goalie's shoulder, it only changed its course like a stone across a river, sinking itself into the back net. The whole fan section for the spartans erupted into cheers as the clock ran out. It was a buzzer beater. Just like that, Morgan was getting pulled by Madison down the bleachers. Morgan would've fallen on her face had she not used her uncanny psychic ability to keep herself upright as Madison pulled her. They ducked through the bars on the bottom of the bleachers and ran onto the field. The game was over, so no one was going to stop them. Madison let go of Morgan as she nearly tackled her boyfriend. He took off his helmet and kissed her as Morgan wandered over and found Liam, a big smile on her face.

"Ladies, huh?" Liam cocked his head to the side with an amused expression painted across his face. Morgan laughed.

"It was nothing to do with you, but you know it worked to rile up the other boys considering I told them their manhood was at stake," she admitted, looking down at the ground to try and cover her blushing. It wasn't long before her face no longer felt hot. She looked up when Liam started to speak.

"Well, as we have plans after this game, I'll be quick in the locker room and I'll meet you, Madison and Tyler in front of the school? We're getting a ride from a sophomore on the team," He told her. Morgan nodded.

"Alright, cool," Morgan moved to walk away. "Nice job, by the way. Kicked more ass than the other LADIES on the team!" She called back to him, knowing that the other players heard her. She bet herself that it was a really shameful thing to have a freshman play better than you and everyone know it. She knew that considering the upperclassman goalkeeper on the varsity soccer team hated her for replacing her. Morgan knew that girl hated her considering the girl would talk bad about her more often than not. She had even walked in on a conversation in the locker room. She didn't mind that the girl hated her, she just minded that the girl went out of her way to tell people all about her thoughts on the freshman.

Morgan grabbed Madison as she saw Tyler walking back to the locker rooms with Liam. The two of them had promised to be quick, but to give the boys more time, the two girls walked slowly towards the front of the school. The two of them sat on the steps at the front of the rather old fashioned looking highschool and waited. It wasn't very long before they spotted the two boys in fresh clothes, different from what they had worn to school, and their hair a bit wet. They must've taken really fast showers considering how long it took them to get to the meeting point.

"You guys ready?" Morgan asked.

"Yup, Will is driving us, he's right over there with his car," Tyler said, pointing over to the old honda civic. Morgan smiled, feeling like their plans were actually happening. She had been making plans and them falling through for a while, though she never really tried to keep up those plans. The four of them walked over to Will's car and piled into the back seat. Since Will already had two other friends in the car, Madison sat on Tyler's lap in the back seat, and Morgan got pushed into sitting on Liam's lap in the passenger seat in the front.

"Everyone ready?" Will asked once everyone was situated. Before anyone could answer, he answered himself. "Good! Now, if anyone sees a cop, for example Officer Maifeld, the girls on laps need to duck down so I don't get pulled over. Capiche?" Will glanced around at all of them.

"Capiche!" the whole care resounded back. With that, he pulled out of the school parking lot and made a move on towards the party.

"Well this is… close," Liam muttered with a small laugh as Morgan tried to shift to make it more comfortable for him. Though, she was also shifting to hide her face. She was trying really hard not to blush upon the close proximity.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Hey, at least I'm not very heavy," she joked.

"That's an understatement. You're actually pretty light," he told her. She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure if I should take that as a complement or not," Morgan commented just before Will rounded a turn a little too face, forcing both her and Liam into the passenger door a bit awkwardly. He couldn't stop laughing and Morgan flashed a smile to him, but in no way shape or form did she feel like any part of this was funny. It was like the universe was playing a cruel joke on her, pushing her into someone she found insanely attractive, literally, even though she wanted nothing of the sort. Morgan just wanted to be friends with him. Even if she did want to be with him like that, she had already learned her lesson. Hell, after everything her Dad told her about his relationship with her mom, Morgan knew. Winchesters don't get happy endings.

The car rolled up to a house that didn't look like a party. There was just a light on behind the front for and a light on into a kitchen window, but that's what made her realize there was a party, just well hidden. The teen in the window was pouring something into a red solo cup. The closer they got to the house, the more she could hear the faint sound of music. The door opened and the sound just creeped out, lightly, like the real party was downstairs. An upperclassman was standing in the doorway, waiting for them as they approached the house.

"Welcome, underclassmen! The rules are simple. No throwing up on the carpet, make sure it's somewhere we can clean it up. No fighting, I don't care who ruffled your pretty pink feathers and finally…" He stepped aside to let them in. "Have fun," He told them. Morgan gave him a small smile and a nod before passing. The music just kept getting louder and louder as they found their way into the basement. Then, the door at the bottom of the basement steps opened and the music shot right through her, louder than any of them had anticipated. Morgan looked at the walls and realized that they were sound proofed with the stuff they used to line music studios with. It was a massive basement with just about the whole lacrosse team and their friends there.

"Who's next?" someone yelled, just after a lacrosse boy was helped back down from doing a keg stand. Morgan realized it was Riley, the junior from the football team that introduced her to edibles at that Halloween party. He scanned the crowd, looking for willing participants. Her stomach dropped when his eyes fell on her. "Come on Winchester!" He yelled, gesturing for her to come over to the squad of people handling the keg stands. It was him with the keg tap and two other boys to hold people upside down. People started looking at her, making her worried that it was because it was because she was that girl.

"How about no, Riley?" she responded and he smiled and gave her an exaggerated eye roll.

"Come on! Morgan!" He called out, and she new it was coming as soon as he said it. "Mor-gan! Mor-gan!" He started chanting. Soon, the chanting spread from Riley to person to person. She tried to turn around but all she saw was Liam, Madison, and Tyler chanting with them. She rolled her eyes and strode right up to the keg.

"Hell yeah!" Riley yelled as the whole party kept chanting her name, trying to her her to do it. The two boys went to grab her to help her up but she stopped them, knowing she didn't need any help.

"Wanna see a real keg-stand?!" She yelled out and the whole party screamed out of sync. Yeah! She was quick about it, rolling her body forward, grabbing the little rails on the keg and pushed herself up into a perfect handstand, right there on the keg of beer, her core holding tight as she held her balance. Riley put the keg tap in her mouth and she chugged as the whole party cheered. As she did so, she realized that she didn't have to be afraid of being at the party. It seemed like no one actually cared that she was at the party. No one expected anyone to die around her. They were just happy that she was trying to be the life of the party. She could feel her head buzzing already as she finished chugging the bear and came down off of the keg.

"Yeah!" She cried out with the rest of the party. The music washed over her and she walked right back over to Liam. He seemed so surprised, the most dopey look washed over him.

"That was really…" He started to say but she cut him off.

"You're right, this is really fun," Morgan told him. She winked at the baffled teenage boy and walked away, striding right up to a table where there was a large array of bottles of alcohol and she grabbed a bottle of bourbon, similar to the stuff her dad kept around when he or Sam needed something a little stronger than a beer. She had acquired a taste for it since whenever her dad or Sam drank some of it, she would sneak some after they went to sleep so they'd think they might've drank more than they remember.

"The hard stuff already?" Liam asked her, snagging the bottle and taking a sip. She snatched it back from him.

"Like my dad always says. Liquor before beer and you're in the clear," Morgan said with a smile, knocking back another sip.

It had all been a blur. She couldn't quite remember everything, but things came in flashes. She was leaning against a wall with Liam, watching the party pass them by as they drank their shared bottle of bourbon. Though Morgan wasn't sure that Liam was drinking as much as she was because as she started feeling a delirious sense of happiness, he was fine, just leaning against the wall. She figured that he was trying to be the responsible one. She had a feeling, one of her special psychic feelings, that he was trying to protect her after what he heard had happened to her on Halloween. With a smile they had gone about their business. Then the memories of the night shifted. Morgan remembered dancing, trying to get Liam to dance with her, sort of succeeding with getting him to half ass dancing with her as she was all over the place, moving with the music. Then they weren't dancing anymore, he had followed her upstairs to make sure she got to the bathroom alright, even waiting for her outside the bathroom door. The memories took her back to dancing, and then nothing. Just like that, she was somewhere else.

"Hey, be careful," Liam laughed as Morgan stumbled slightly on the sidewalk. He was quick, grabbing her under her shoulders to keep her upright as they walked. She could feel the bottle still in her hands. She tried to bring it to her lips only to find that the bottle was empty. She frowned, causing Liam to laugh once again. "It's a good thing that bottle's empty cause I'm pretty sure you've had enough for one night," he told her.

"Nooooo! I have not!" Morgan protested, making a face at him. But then she stumbled again and he caught her under her arms again. "Okay, maybe you're right." She slurred her words together. "Where are we going again?" She asked, grabbing his shoulders, giving him no choice in the matter as she hopped up on his back to make him give her a piggyback ride.

"My house, my dad said you could crash with us tonight since my house is closer to the party than yours," Liam explained. "We're actually almost there, so just try to stay awake. My dad's gonna wanna say hi to make sure you're okay," he told her. Morgan leaned her head around to look at him.

"You're dad sounds reeeaaallyyy chill," She commented quietly. "Where's Madison?" She asked.

"She started throwing up at the party, I guess she was drinking on an empty stomach. Anyways, Tyler's bringing her. Judging by how far he said he was from my house, they're not too far behind us," Liam told her.

"Wow, your dad must be really chill for letting us craaaash," she laughed.

"Yeah, he's pretty cool," Liam smiled. They approached a house with the front porch light on. Morgan had a feeling that this was it, Liam's house. But what she saw surprised her so much.

"L-Liam?" She was gaping at the sight of the massive, rustic style mansions.

"Yeah?"

"Uh… big house… You wouldn't happen to be se-secretly rich or something?" She asked. He laughed.

"Is that a problem?" He inquired. Morgan shook her head.

"Nah dude, just surprising for someone who decided to move to freaking Kansas of all places," she told him as they got up to the front door.

"My dad grew up here, so he thought it would be a nice quiet place for me to go to highschool," Liam explained as he pulled out a house key and unlocked the door. "Dad? It's me," he called out into the house. He closed the door behind him. Morgan's eyes went so wide at the sight of the interior of this house. She must've been imagining it, it was so nice. Shiny wood floors, the walls were beige and the high ceilings were supported by large log beams. When he carried her into the living room and set her down on the black leather couch, Morgan gawked at the stone fireplace. The stones climbed their way up the wall with a large TV mounted over the fire.

"You must be Morgan, I've heard great things about you," a man walked in. He had a golden tan like Liam, blue eyes just like his too. Honestly, Liam was the spitting image of his father, except his father had grey hair.

"Well I sure hope so!" She leaned in and no to successfully whispered, "between you and me, you're son? Soooo cute!" She must not have been that quiet because she heard Liam laugh.

"Hi, I'm Liam's father," He put out his hand. Morgan shook it. "Here, take these with this," He handed her two ibuprofen and a full glass of water.

"Thanks," She took the pills. "Also, it's nice to finally meet you, Mr. James," She said in a british accent. The teen gave him a smile, though the room was beginning to spin. She tightened her grip on the couch, trying to keep it together as she talked to Liam's dad.

"Please, call me Dylan," He told her. Liam came into the room with Madison and Tyler. Honestly, Morgan had no idea that Liam had even let the room. She didn't even hear the doorbell ring. "Alright, son. Does anyone need me to call parents and tell them that you're here?" Madison shook her head since her mom trusts her. Tyler was already going to spend the night, but Morgan's hand shot up with her phone in it.

"My dad!" She flashed a big smile. "Big man is waiting for me to call to tell him where I'm staying," Morgan slurred and Mr. James laughed.

"All that alcohol and you're still responsible enough to remember to call," Mr. James smiled as Morgan pulled up her dad's number and dialed. She handed the phone to him and he put it to his ear. Morgan slumped onto Liam, who was sitting next to her now. She felt him silently laugh a little before he reached up and started running his fingers through her hair.

"My dad's name is Deeeaaaaan Wiiiincheesterr," Morgan got out before she heard her dad answer.

"Hi, Dean. I'm Dylan, Liam's father. Our kids went to the party together? … Yes they're here with me at my house with their friends Madison and Tyler… Yes, they sure had fun so I think it might just be safer and easier if the kids all stay here for the night so with your permission, Morgan could sleep it off here until morning? … Here, your father wants to talk to you," Mr. James handed her the phone. Her father didn't even get her a chance to speak before he asked her a question.

"Are you safe?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust Liam's family?"

"Ohhhh AbsolUTELY."

"You're really drunk aren't you?"

"One hundred percent."

"Alright, sweetheart, hand the phone back to Dylan."

"I love you, padre!"

"Haha, love you too, kiddo. Now give the phone back to, Dylan." Morgan handed the phone back to Liam's dad.

"Hi, me again… Sleeping arrangements are indeed separate. As much as I trust my son, I'm sure everyone will be more comfortable that way. The girls will be sleeping in the guest room and the boys are gonna be in Liam's room… yes… I will make sure she calls you when she wakes up… Yes, nice talking to you too… Have a goodnight, Mr. Winchester." With that, Mr. James ended the call and handed Morgan's phone back.

"Thanks," Morgan flashed a 1,000 watt smile and pocketed her phone.

"Alright, son. I'm going to bed. You all behave and Liam," his father looked to him. "Make sure the girls are in the upstairs guest room down the hall from your room? It's the only one set up since the move," His father told him.

"Night, dad!" Liam called after his father as the man left the room. "I think it's time Morgan and Madison went to bed, don't you think?" Liam asked Tyler.

"I think Madison already went to bed," Tyler laughed. Morgan peeled her eyes open, not realizing they had closed, to see Madison all snuggled into Tyler's chest on the chair they were sitting in. She didn't even remember walking up the stairs when all of the sudden Morgan saw Tyler laying Madison down on the bed in front of her and Liam asking her something.

"Come again?" She asked him, all bleary eyed. Liam chuckled quietly.

"I said, do you want pajamas? You could borrow a t-shirt of mine?" He offered. Morgan nodded and walked with him down the hall to his room. She leaned against the door frame as Liam dug through his closet to find her a shirt, as promised. She admired his room for a moment, taking it all in. He had surfboards leaning against a wall and a few long boards on a rack. His desk was white with worn in edges to make it look sort of beachy. In the corner he had some boxes that he hadn't quite unpacked and there was a massive map of the world hanging up on the wall at the head of his bead and shelves of memorabilia and sports trophies. There was even a tv on the wall and a stand with his gaming console and videogames. Morgan was rather surprised with his room, not only did it look like it came out of a catalog, it was so different from anything else in the house.

"Thanks," Morgan said quietly as he handed her a shirt to change into. She didn't really know what to do next and her body wasn't really responding to her. Liam looked at her like she might not be okay.

"You good?" He asked with a half smile.

"My body does not want to move," She grinned. Liam couldn't contain himself as he laughed, scooping her up bridal style and carrying her back to the guest room. Morgan waltzed right into the bathroom that was connected to the room and closed the door behind her. She was so glad that she brought her purse to the party with all the essentials in it. There was a small travel sized deodorant, makeup remover wipes, a travel sized toothpaste and toothbrush, and a small hairbrush. She was fast about it, not knowing how long it she was going to have before her body conched out right there on the bathroom floor. She took off all of her makeup like a ninja, brushed out her hair, brushed her teeth, rolled on some quick deodorant, took off all of her clothes apart from her bra and her underwear, slipped on Liam's t-shirt, and went to the bathroom. As Morgan washed her hands, it became more and more apparent that his t-shirt was really comfortable. It was a long sleeve and since he's a rather big guys with broad, muscular shoulders, the shirt was really baggy with extra long sleeves. The whole thing just hung really loose from her petite frame and she loved it. The hem of the shirt just went in inch past her bottom, but it was perfect. When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Liam in the doorway, probably waiting to make sure she got into bed okay.

"You're really sweet, you know that right?" She told him as she pulled the charger out of her purse and plugged her phone in on the side of the bed that Madison hadn't already taken over with her sleeping form.

"So you tell me," Liam responded as he walked over to her, the dim bathroom light illuminating them in a golden glow. She didn't know what else to do, so she hugged him.

"Thanks for taking care of me tonight," She mumbled against his chest.

"Always," he whispered before pulling away. The stood there like that, wordlessly in the golden light. "Why do you hide your freckles?" He asked Morgan, his thumb grazing her cheek.

"Because I wear foundation to be like the other girls," she said without even thinking. Her filter must've shut off half a bottle of bourbon ago.

"You don't have to hide behind makeup like the other girls, freckles are cute," He told her, his hand moving away from her face as she blushed.

"Okay," She whispered, her eyes feeling heavy. The girl climbed into the bed and let them close.

"Goodnight, Morgan," she heard him say as she drifted to sleep.