Notes

Threats

Vera

     I smiled and said, "gladly."
     The man puts his hands up.
     "Nevermind, ok? My name is Dean. Dean Winchester."
     I run the name through my mind. The name sounds familiar. Maybe it's just because of a gun? Dunno. I remember on one hunt when the demon that I was excorsizing told me to watch out for the Winchesters. Plural.
     I nod silently as I turn around to close my locker, everything in order. Well, as in order as it'll ever be today. Dean just stares at me as if I were Lucifer's vessel. I smirk and tease, "what, demon's got your tongue?"
After relizing what I said, I smile and quickly cover it up with, "what? Haha, only the demons I've read in books! No such thing as demons! Hahaha!"
     The smile fades from my face and I sigh. "Look, Dean-"
     He smiles and puts his hands up as he says, "no need to explain yourself. But just because of that doesn't mean that we're going to be BFFs for life."
     I sigh, actually kinda hoping that we could atleast be friends. I've never had a friend that is alive to say that they actually know me, seeing as demons or something always ended up either killing them for fun or eating them for a snack. Well, atleast this one actually knows how to defend themself. I look down at my agenda to see that my first class was English. Great. I can barely even speak English when I'm wide awake, much less when I'm still waking up from going to bed at like 2:00 in the morning. I wince as the bell rings loud and clear through the hallways.
Everyone slams their lockers almost in unison and they start heading off to their classes. I shake my head and go down to the office, assuming that that's what I have to do.

~-~-~-~

     "Everyone, we have a new student. Her name is Vera. Everyone, say hi to Vera."
     My dark hair is over my shoulders as I stare down at the tiled floor. I hate being introduced in front of people. And sadly, this moment is determining how I'm treated for the rest of my time here until I just move away. Again.
Even after the principle tells everyone to say hi, no one even glances up. Only a few of the hormone-crazed nerds wave to me and excitedly say, "hi!"
I ignore them as I look up to see everyone in my English class. There were practically clans; emo kids grouped together, nerds grouped together, jocks with jocks, and popular girls with popular girls. But smack dab in the middle of all of it is Dean Winchester.
     I smile at the chair next to him and then I relize that it's actually the only chair open. I awkwardly shuffle over to it and set my stuff down, my pocketknife falling out of my jacket's pocket. Before it could hit the ground, I grab it and silently slide it back into it's rightful place. I produce a small smile as I sit down in my seat. The principle smiles again and she leaves the clsssroom, her heels clip-clopping after her.
     "Ok class, take out your homework that is due today." My teacher's eyes scan the room until she finds me. She smiles and says, "except for you, Vera."
     I can hear the whispers throughout the classroom; "shit, I forgot to do the homework," was the most common.
     As soon as Mrs. Gold turns around to face the board, Dean's hand shots out and a note comes out of his hand. Since it was folded upon itself several times, it took about a minute or so to unfold it. It read, "meet @ library after school?"
     I smile and I catch Dean glancing over in my direction. I slightly nod and a glimmer of hope suddenly appears in his eyes as he looks at my dark locks cascading down my back. Mrs. Gold continues to go on and on about conjunctions and other things that to be honest I don't really care about.
I start to doodle normal things that a casual teenage girl would. Well, if guns and knives were considered casual.

~-~-~-~

     So far, every single class that I've had was with Dean. Like, every single one. It's the last period of the day and as I'm walking to my locker, Bianca stops me and a few girls are behind her. It's actually quite ridiculous, seeing as I'm taller than all of them. They knock my books out of my hands and I start to laugh.
     They all look at me as if I were crazy.
"Seriously? That's all you do to people? Wow, you're sooooo tough. Ah, I'm so scared."
     My face goes serious as I step closer to Bianca. My hazel eyes meet her blue ones as I calmly say, "just to let you know, you're not tough. People might feel threatened by you, but too bad. I'm not. Now if you'd stop wasting my time, you could actually come up with some good things to challenge me with. But obviously that's not going to happen, because you seem to assume that you get everything you want. Well, guess what? Out in the real world, you don't just politely ask a theif to give you your precious car keys back or something. You might have to get your hands a little dirty. But you? Well, you don't even want to get a smudge of dirt on your hands because it might ruin your new pedicure. Well, news flash. Life outside of highschool isn't going to be about popularity. It's going to be about surviving. Now, if you know what's right, you'll get out of my way."
     All she does is stupidly smile and ask, "do you like my new pedicure?"
Seriously? I shake my head as I start to bend down to get my books but then I get an idea. I roll up a sleeve to show a long, jagged scar going down my arm from one of my hunts. I smile and say, "now, you wouldn't want something like this, would you?"
     Bianca's eyes widen and she shakes her head no.
     "Well, then you better get out of my way."
     "Is that a threat?!"
     "Only if you make it one."