The Anarchy Princess

1. "Set in nowhere in particular"

Hello, Welcome to the first Chapter.

It all began here. In high school. Cliche, I know. But like every good book/movie/series ever made, you always start somewhere. My start is at the beginning. No, it's not at my birth. Though maybe, that's where I should start, but well, welcome to hell school- I mean High school. You have cliques. And also fake friends. Which the one that I had was currently by my side. She was way too excited, like a parent when their baby starts learning how to crawl, or walk. I sighed, as he pulled up. She squealed as she ran up to him. "Emily!" He greeted, as he embraced her. "EZ! Babe!" She grinned at him. "Ugh, someone shoot me please." I groaned in disgust. "No problem, I've got a load of guns in the trunk of my car. We can go pick your poison?" A gruff voice behind me commented. I turned to see one of the hottest guys in my school, walking up to my side. "Hi, I'm Dean." He smiled. "July." I replied. "Nice to meet you, July-." He paused, fishing for my last name. "Uh, Teller. July Teller." I had inhaled, he grasped my hand and shook it. "July Teller." He replied. His voice was soft. Just as I was about to respond my cell rang. "Hey kid, I'm running late. Can you catch a ride? I won't be home til after dinner. Cook that uh- whatever the hell kinda crap it is that you love so much." He said. "Will do dad." I said. "Oh hey, don't forget to feed ope for me too, yea?" He asked. "Will do." I smiled and shook my head as he had hung up. "Is something wrong?" Dean asked. "Uh no, it's fine. Just gotta get home." I said. "Well I'm waiting for my little brother if you want a ride?" He asked. "Um, no. Like your little brother, I have a big brother. Who'd be pissed if I got a ride from a total stranger." I laughed. "I'll just catch a ride with-" I started, but sighed, as I saw Emily waving bye to me from EZ's passenger side window. He had stared at me for a moment. Dean had waved him off as I stood, motionless. "Well, so much for that." I muttered. "Let's go." He said as he led me over toward a classic '67 black Impala that sat in a vacant parking lot. "Wow." I breathed. "You like it?" He asked, amusement written all over his face. "Uh, yeah. What is it? A '70?" I asked. His face then dropped. I had started to laugh like an insane person. "Not funny." He replied with attitude, although a hint of a smile was begging to be surfaced out onto his features. I climbed in as I took in the interior. "Dean, hey- oh." A boy said, as he stood at the window. "Hey Sam, this is July. She's gonna get a ride home if that's alright with you." "Actually, I just came over to say that I was going to the Library to hang with Amy." Sam said. "Fine by me. Make sure she takes you home though, ok?" Dean said as Sam nodded and ran off back towards the school building. "Ah, young love." I said, we laughed as he cranked the stereo to an ACDC tape. We had sang along as we got ready to leave. "Hey, if you ever wanna do this again sometime. Just, let me know." He smiled. "Okay, thanks. I know where to find you." I smiled. "What about your boyfriend?" He asked. I looked up, only to see Ben staring daggers over at us. "Um, Ex." I had corrected. "Ah. That explains a lot." He laughed. We took off. Smoke was left in our wake as we passed Ben and his football crew. "HEY! FUCK YOU WINCHESTER!" He yelled out, as he threw a full water bottle at the car. It hit the back windshield and trunk area with a loud 'thud'. Water gushing all over the car. Dean skid to a stop and backed up quickly, clearly in rage. "What'd you just say to me Schafer?" Dean asked, getting up in Ben's face. Ben shoved him backwards in anger. "I said. Fuck you. Winchester." He repeated. "Come say that to my face, asshole." Dean grunted. Ben drew a smirk as his eyes had darted towards me and in a flash he had lunged at me. "I'll do you one better." He said as he grabbed me and threw open his stupid pocket knife. I drew out a few ragged breaths as he held me in place. I kept squirming around to try and keep my neck out of the way of his blade. "Stop moving princess." He demanded. My eyes went right to Dean, he held such a calmness. Then I was quickly shoved forward by an impact from behind us. "Leave her alone!" Sam yelled as he shoved Ben from behind. "Or what?!" Ben yelled as he shoved him back, completely forgetting about me there. "Or this!" Jax yelled from beside him, he swung a baseball bat down onto Ben's left leg, Ben was sat in pain from the trauma that my brother had just caused. "Bitch." Jax said, as he drew spit and aimed it down at Ben, who laid on the ground groaning in pain. My brother had quickly kneeled at my side. "You ok?" He asked, a metal bat sat snug against his inner forearm. "Yeah." I said shakily. I stood as Dean led me away towards the car. "Shit Jules." Jax breathed. "Sam!" Dean called out, as he helped his younger brother into the back seat of the car. "You sure you're okay?" He asked again. "Yeah J, I'm fine. Swear." I said. He stood up and looked over at ben being loaded into an ambulance. "Hey, that was insane, man." Dean laughed. "Thanks. I hope I broke the fuckers' leg, for trying to break my little sis's pretty face." He smiled, and as corny as it was, we all laughed.