Get Out of Here (Supernatural)

Chapter 3

   From the first time I've met Sam, he's always been a gentleman. I'm not really one to make friends easily, and it's even tougher for me to keep them. So naturally, the day that I met him, I was an ass. Having no friends to warn me that there was a new person at school, because the previous week I drove them off.

   He towered over everyone in the halls, sticking out like a tree in a grass knoll. The dark hair that covered his eyes made him look threatening, making students part out of his path. But it didn't stop me. Oh no, especially not on that day, the anniversary of my parents death.

   I dared and any person to say or even give a sympathetic look towards me. That day I walk tall and defiant, and too stupid to look at the guy glancing at his schedule as we both walked to the same door. We go through the door, or at least trying to fit at the same time, and bounce off of each other. Me being the naturally clumsy person I am, I bounce into the doorframe and my face travels into the door-hinge.

   The only thing I manage to do while I stand there seeing stars, is grab my head in my hands and make an angered "Ow," I feel hands on my shoulders directing me towards the nearest empty chair and have me sit down. He pries my hands away from my face, and all I can see is part of his face with the rest being the night sky.

   "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that at all," He says as he turns my face side to side inspecting me for injuries. "You don't have a concussion, just a bump and a cut,"

   I yank my head back away from his grip. "I'm not a helpless little lamb, I know how to take care of myself," I say bitterly.

   "I'm not doubting you, I'm just feel bad for hurting you,"

   "Don't feel sorry for me, I don't need your pity," I say getting out of my seat, totally meaning to never to talk to him ever again.

   The next day I apologized and somehow we became friends.