I roll out of bed, cursing silently for having to get up so early.

I grab all of my clothes that I will need for the day and make my way to the bathroom, jumping in the shower. As I'm in the shower I think of all the things I'm not ready to go back to.

For example the bullying, the teachers, having no friends, having to get up early for school. At least I will only have to do it for one more year. This year I am a senior, and nothing will get in my way of graduating.

My mom died when I was about 12 in a car accident, a drunk driver hit her head on, she was killed on impact.

My dad on the other hand, is an abusive drunk, he'll be gone to work the whole day then after work he'll head straight to the bar to get drunk. Most of the time he comes home after I'm asleep, but there are times when he comes home to find me sitting on the couch reading my favorite book or sleeping. He never pays any attention to me unless he has some rage he needs to let out.

This is the life of Nicole Jones.

I don't even want to call myself that, it's my dad's last name. I prefer to go by my mom's maiden name which was Tyler, I loved the name and everything that came with it.

I got out of the shower, putting my clothes on and blow drying my hair to its fully curly self once again. I have large brown eyes, and curly dirty blonde hair.

Everything about me is mediocre, I'm not pretty, but I'm certainly not ugly. My hair is always the curse of me, I never can get it to work the way I want it to. Either it was up or down, curly or flat. More times than not, it's curly.

I round up all of my stuff, put it in my messenger bag before slinging it over my shoulder. I slip on my favorite pair of converse, that just so happened to go with this shirt.

Out of my window I climb. See I know that sounds strange to most of you, but not for me, I live in the middle of Manhattan.

My dad works right down the street, so we are able to get one of the high retail apartments for a good deal. Sure they seem to be crappy on the inside, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

None of the kids from my school live here, give or take a few. I like knowing that I'm alone in this part of the city. They all live in lower Manhattan, in the cheaper parts of town.

It's rumored that some celebrity lives in the penthouse of my building, but I could care less. If it doesn't have to do with classic rock, or one of my fandoms, I don't really care.

I cross the street watching for cars and go into the little coffee shop right down the street. I walk in and order the usual.

I always wake up early for school stopping to get coffee then walking to one of the parks near my apartment to read.

Most people say that a 17 year old girl shouldn't be wandering New York alone but I could care less. I know self defense, well at least I think I do.

My routine takes me to the same spot everyday, right under a weeping willow that's branches are touching the ground. I drug a chair out here when I was younger and it's still here nobody would've thought to hang out under it so I had it all to myself.

That is until today, I walk my normal route getting to the willow tree same as always. Only this time when I went under it and sat down to read there was someone already in my chair.

He's way younger than me that I can tell and he has shaggy brown hair that falls just over his hazel eyes. He's reading a book and doesn't notice me when I climb under the tree. I clear my throat.

His head snaps up and his eyes widen in fear. "Oh um, is this your chair? I'm really sorry, I didn't know I just thought it was abandoned guessing by the look of it. I didn't mean to take your chair, I'm really sorry."

I can tell he is nervous, as I was a girl and I was a good bit older than he is.

"No it's alright really, I'm glad someone besides me is finally using it. I don't mind" He nod/ and stands up.

"Here you can have it back, I don't want to steal your chair anyways my big brother is probably looking for me."

Just on cue I heard someone shout "Heya Sammy we gotta get going we're gonna be late for school." The brown haired boy chuckles and replies.

"Just a minute Dean!" I smile Sammy, Dean? Who were these people some kind of all American pretty boys?

"Sammy huh? Cool name." He reddens when I use his nickname "That's just what Dean, my bigger brother, calls me, It's Sam."

I laugh amused at how flustered he is getting. "Well Sam I'm Nicole, Don't be afraid to use my tree from now on, it won't bite, I mean I don't think it will, it hasn't yet."

He busts out laughing and I join along glad to finally have someone to laugh with. If this is what friends are like I think I can deal.

I saw a figure come through the tree just as I had moments ago. The boy stands up and I'm the one who was flustered this time.

I couldn't help but stare at this random boy who was now in my tree.

"Nicole meet Dean, Dean this is Nicole."I didn't respond instead just kept staring at the sandy blonde haired boy. And he in return gave me a smirk.

"Sammy looks like you made a friend, but isn't she a bit old for you tiger?" Sam's face reddens. "Um yeah I mean I think so, She just wandered in and found me sitting in her chair."

Dean walks forward with me staring at him the whole way. "What is it sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?" I cough surprised at his words.

"N-no I'm mean, no just couldn't think of the right way to insult you." Sam chuckles behind dean and he in turned grasps at his chest as if he had been shot.

"I thought we were friends Nicole, how could you?" He asks with a mocking expression on his face.

"Friends? We've only just meet, anyways I'm sure you wouldn't want to be friends with someone like me. You don't seem the type." He stares at me with a confused look on his face. "What do you mean not the type?"

I didn't answer just started to walk away, "Sorry boys but I've Got to go if I don't want to be late for school, I suggest you do the same being as if all schools around here start in about 15 minutes."

And with that I walk away out from under the tree and to school.

I walk through the front doors and don't receive the normal greetings. No, "Hey Nicole." or "Good morning." It was more like "Ew it's her." Or "get out of my way nerd."

I really don't see why they hate me. They have no reason to. Other than the fact that my dad is probably the drunk of New York it seems. I walk through the halls my eyes to the ground until I make it to the office.

"Well hello Ms. Jones." I groan upon hearing my father's last name. "It's Tyler thank you."

"Whatever your last name is, I have your schedule and locker number right here." I grab it out of the lady's hand mumbling a thanks before I slip back into the sea of teens.

I quickly find my locker putting my books from my bag in it. I grab the only one I would need for first period and make my way to class.

"Hey, Nicole! " I hear someone call my name and I turn around. There was the same boy that was sitting in my chair this morning.

"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you but could you show me to the Geometry room?" I nod and reply, "Yeah sure I have to go that way anyway." I wait for him to catch up before walking along.

We're about halfway there when he decides to speak up. "So, um have you lived here your whole life?"

I shake my head a sad look overcoming my features. "No, whenever I was younger my parents and I lived in New Jersey. Then when my mom died my dad got a job here. " Sam's expression softens.

"Oh I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, what about you? What brings you into town?" He shifts as if he was uncomfortable talking about it.

"Well when I was a baby my mom died and then my dad took my brother and I wherever he went, he would take us to a new town drop us off and we would enroll in school. He would be gone for weeks at a time and when he did come back we would just pack up and move schools and towns again. That was our life until he died. About a year ago."

He pauses looking at me with eyes that could make anyone give him anything, puppy eyes you would call them. "That's when my brother and I well we moved here, He thought it would be a good start for us, the city and the people to get our minds off of things. So far I think he was right." He looks back ahead of him and doesn't say anything else. I stop in front of a wooden door with a small window that has bars going thorough it.

"Well here you are, have fun." And with that I slip into the crowd leaving him to go into the classroom himself.

I walk a couple of doors down to the classroom I need to be in and slip through the door, early as always. I pick a seat in the back up against the row of windows and pull out my book to read. I hear everyone come in and sit down but I don't glance up. Not until I hear the bell. I look to the board and quickly copy down the assignment.

My next two classes are like that until I made it to fourth period. The period before lunch. I do the same as the other classes walking to the back and picking my seat. Only this time I don't pick my book up, this is history one of the only classes I actually enjoy.

Everyone began to file in and I see someone I didn't want to, Matt Laymaster.

The head of some sport.

Instead of sitting in his normal seat he makes his way right back to me. I'm visibly shrinking with every step he takes towards me.

"Hey Nicole, you ready for a whole year of fun?"

"Just leave me alone." I request a whole lot quieter than I had hoped. Thats the last thing I want, is to look weak.

"What's wrong babe?" He asks as he grabs a piece of my curly blonde hair in his fingers before I turn my head not willing to look at him.

He forcefully grabs my chin making me look at him. I wince from his grip.

"Hey, Asshat! She said leave her alone!" All eyes turn to look where the voice came from. It's none other than Dean.

Matt leans close to me and whispers "You're lucky pretty boy is here, next time he won't be."

Dean walks through the classroom sending Matt glares that could make a grown man wet himself. He sits down right beside me turning towards me. "Hey, you okay?'"

I just nod and say "Yeah thanks." The teacher walks in the room and tries to get everyone's attention.

"What you said back at the park about me not looking th-"

I stuck my finger in his face and said "Shuush"

"But,"

"Shuush, I like this class."

"Alright sorry " Dean not knowing what to do, turns to the board and pays attention to what the teacher was saying for a change. The class is over too quickly for both of us because we've begun to enjoy it even if Dean doesn't want to admit it.

The bell rings and I hop up, grab my bag, and am out the door before anyone can follow me. Dean tries to but gets caught up in the traffic of teens.

I go to my locker and grab my lunch bag before heading towards the back of the school. Only at lunch am I able to sneak away from the hell hole they call public education.

My tree is only about a five minute walk and I go there everyday. Taking my Ipod and book along with me. I make it to the tree climbing under and taking my seat in the chair. I pull out my earphones and plug in my Ipod, the sweet sound of music filling my ears. Grabbing my lunch bag I open it and look inside. The local coffee shop always gives me a dessert with my sandwich because I go there so frequently. This time they decided to give me pie, it's apple too, my least favorite kind of pie. I grab the sandwich and unwrap it taking a bite before picking up my book.

I notice two pairs of combat boots become visible in my line of sight. The boots turn into legs, which turn into bodies, which in turn, turn into Sam and Dean.

I take one earbud out and look at them questioningly. "Can I help you?"

Dean shakes his head and takes a seat right next to me on the grass. "Nope, we just saw you walk here through the cafeteria windows and figured we would join you." Sam sat down on the other side of his brother and nods before taking a bite of his salad.

"Oh is that pie?'" Dean reaches towards my pie and I swat his hand away. "Ask nicely and maybe you can have it "

I smirk at him and he grins. "Okay, Please can I have that pie?" He says each word as if they are poison on his tongue.

"Yes you may" He smiles and grabs the pie tossing his other food to the side.

"So whatcha listening to?" He asks with a mouthful of pie.

"Nothing you would be interested in more than likely." He snatches my Ipod from where it's laying and starts scrolling through the list. He taps the screen and Led Zeppelin's Ramble on plays through the headphones. As it played I can hear him humming along with the song even if he can't hear it.

"Wow pretty boy likes the good music" He scoffs.

"Did you just call me pretty boy?"

"Yeah so what? You got a problem with it?" He shakes his head no.

"Good cause I don't care if you do." I flash him a smile. I hear the bell ring in the distance and stand up.

"Well as much as I'm enjoying whatever this is, I'm going before I am late." I grab my stuff and make my way back to the school. Before I'm out of earshot though I can swear I hear.

"Come on Dean, just admit it , you like her."

"So what if I do I swear if you say a word I will hurt you."

I chuckle and can't help but smile the rest of the day.

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A/N: So, I hoped you liked it. It's kinda a different story than what I'm used to writing but I'm trying.

I'm going to admit I had fun writing this and I can't wait to see where my little brain takes me with this story.

Welp, thats all for now.

Peace out Dumbledorks.

<3 MICAH <3