INTRODUCING JENSEN

HE'S MINE

BY SNOWHEART

CHAPTER 2: INTRODUCING JENSEN

Don't ring, don't ring, don't ring. The voice whispered, his fingers crossed in prayers, as he stared at his alarm clock, which read 6:29am. Just one more minute, and his life will be in total disaster. That is why he was hoping that it wouldn't ring, but alas, his prayer failed, as it turned 6:30am, and almost immediately his alarm shrilled, startling the still quiet room, with its noise, as he heard the footsteps coming closer and closer.

Oh shit! He cursed as he jumped back in bed, and burrowed himself, underneath his duvet, as he pretended to be asleep. The door, opened, as the light rays came in, brightening the room, as an elderly woman walked to the window, and pushed the curtains aside, as the sun rays entered the room, then turning to face the bed, she walked to the side table, and switched off the alarm clock, looking at the bed occupant, as his hand poked out of the bed, unperturbed.

The lady shook her head, before she slowly smiled, bringing out a horn, from her back, she blew it near his ears as the boy cursed and sat up, startled.

What the hell, mum? What did you do that for? He cursed, as he removed his hair from his face.

What did I say about cussing in this house? His mum said as Jensen rolled his eyes, as he sighed, and shook his head.

You know the drill, better say it. His mum said as Jensen glared at her.

Mum, hell... I mean no, mum. I am no longer a child, sheesh, mum it is bad enough you wake me up, every day because it is fun for you and torturous for me, and now I have to say it too. Come on, mum, you can't be serious.

Jensen Drake Cole Ackles, I will not tolerate this behavior for you, this morning. Now say it, before I call your uncle. His mother said in an angry tune as Jensen gulped, (his uncle was terrifying as hell, and he also happens to be a military sergeant too) before chanting like his mum drilled in her head, all these years ago.

Cussing is for spoilt and wayward children and good children, do not cuss. I am a good boy. And I will always to remain a good child to make my mother proud of me, and not spank me, like I am not good. He completed rolling his eyes again, as his mum, nodded to the lyrics, making sure she got it correct.

Good, now that wasn't so hard, was it? Anyways, time to prepare for school. You know that they won't teach your shadow, without you there, don't you? his mum said laughing at her poorly made joke, as she left the room. Jensen rolled his eyes before falling back on the bed arms spread as he groaned.

Not again, he said, as he stood up again. Glancing at the alarm, it was already 6:55am, and he needed to be down at the dining table at exactly 7: 15am. Shit! He cursed as he scrambled from his bed, hitting his big toe, on the edge of the bed,

What the hell! He cussed as he tumbled and fell, face flat on the floor in his room. Typical, just great. He said as he crawled…yeah crawled to the bathroom, to prepare for school.

Jensen hurriedly wore his school uniform (consisting of a white trouser with blue, young sleeve shirt, and a white tie) as he glanced at the time, it was 7: 12, already.

Three freaking minutes, till the start of THE END OF THE WORLD, his brain told him as he glanced at the alarm, it was 7: 14 already. What the hell happened to 7: 13, as he struggled with wearing his second sneakers. He immediately tightened the laces, as he dragged his bag and headphone as he ran down the magnificent stairs, barely sitting at the table, as his mother walked in, her IPad, on her left hand, as she cats walked graciously to the table, before sitting down.

Jensen, you are prepared already…so fast huh? His mum said scanning him from head to toe, as he chuckled nervously, placing a hand on his cheek, as he tapped his feet impatiently.

Yes, mum, all done. Jensen said in gritted teeth, smiling so hard that his cheeks were hurting already.

I see, besides I heard a thud, shortly as I left, what happened? His mum, asked, as Jensen quickly thought of the nearest lie to say.

My pajamas fell on the ground. He said, as his mum frowned.

That sounded heavy, for a pajama. She said between furrowed brows.

Yeah…I was still in it. Jensen replied as his mum turned to look at him, just then, his mum's phone rang taking her attention from her son. Jensen heaved a sigh of relief, as he looked at the table. He was present, his mum too was also present, they were at the dining table, but what did it seem like he forgot something.

He glanced at his mum who was currently saying over the phone,

Susan, you know that you are the only one who calls me Ro, instead of Rowena, so even if you use a bazillion new number, I will still know it is you. Seems, you are eating already. Rowena commented as it snapped in Jensen's mind.

Food! There was no food. Their caretaker was the one who always dropped food, before they came to the dining, but recently she… Jensen paused, swallowing as he tried to push down that awful thought down, his stomach, it was too hurtful, remembering it. Immediately, he dashed out of the room, as he entered the kitchen.

The only reason he was panicking like this was because although his mother was a single mother who came from a rich family, she made sure that she was very strict towards Jensen, so that he wouldn't grow up to be spoilt and useless. And his mother had a thing for always sticking to time, so that is why he always hurried to be on time around his mother, not that he feared her.

What to make, what to make. He mumbled over and over as his eyes caught sight of the toaster, on the table.

That will do. He said, smirking as he hurriedly brought out two loaves of bread and threw it in, switching on the machine, as he focused on frying five eggs, before his mother dropped the call. Coffee, with toasted bread and eggs was something he could pull off in five minutes' time, if his mother will talk for five minutes, to say.

Immediately the toaster was done, he brought out the bread and placed it in the plate before arranging the eggs beside it, as he dished for both him and his mother.

Then he poured already made coffee, from yesterday night, which he just reheated to make it hot, for his mum, on the tray, as he carried it to the dining, his heartbeat returning back to normal, as he dropped the tray before his mother who was busy laughing at what Susan said.