I leaned back to grab Jeremy's back pack from the back seat, the two of us getting out of the car and walking up to the elementary school. The doors automatically opened for us, and a secretary greeted me with a smile.

"Dean! It's good to see you. I see you got a new car, very fitting for you." She said as I failed to hold back a smile.

"Thank you, Miss Hart. I just thought I'd walk in with Jeremy today, make sure his teachers are aware to just... let him keep to himself again." I said as Miss Hart looked down at Jeremy and sighed.

"You doing alright, Jeremy?" She asked as he nodded slowly. His nightmares had returned again, despite it being about two weeks since he had been taken. He put on a smile though, and sometimes I even believed he was okay.

I squared down to see Jeremy at eye level, smiling at him. "You'll be okay, right? You don't need my help getting to your classroom?" I asked as Jeremy shook his head.

"Nope. I can do it on my own." Jeremy gave me a light hi-five before running off, letting me stand up.

"Well, if he doesn't seem like himself or he's having issues—"

"We'll call you, Dean." Miss Hart smiled as I nodded, sucking in a breath.

"Thank you." I dipped my head down in a goodbye as Miss Hart held her smile.

"You're a good brother, Dean. You have a nice day, now."

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I drove up next to Jackson Whittemore's Porsche, everyone pausing to simply stare at my 'new' car in awe. Jackson had stared as well, though he seemed slightly ticked off about it.

"Showing me up, huh, Edric?" Jackson spat as I swung my backpack over my shoulder, grabbing my lacrosse stick from the back.

"Nope. No need to show you up. Everyone knows I have more money than you." I winked at him as his eyes widened in frustration, watching me furiously as I walked away, a skip in my step.

I paused when a strange noise rang through my ears, turning around towards the field to see a taller man, close to my age, simply staring at me.

"Dean watch out!" I felt a body slam into mine as a car whizzed past my face, followed by a honk. I heard something snap, not followed by pain so it had to of been my lacrosse stick.

Grunting quietly, I opened my eyes to see Stiles above me, hearing his heart thunder in my ears as he quickly stood up, helping me stand.

"Th—thanks, Stiles." I said, squatting down to pick up my broken stick.

"Oh shit, sorry Dean. I didn't mean to break—"

"It's okay. Really. They're replaceable. My life, however.. is not." I turned back to the field, curiously filling my confusion as the boy I had seen was gone.

"Dean? You alright?" Stiles snapped me out of my daze and I turned back to him, stammering to find words again.

"Uh.. yeah yeah I'm okay. I just... thought I saw someone." Stiles nodded as the two of us started to walk into the school, both stopping in the hallway.

"Look about yesterday—"

"Yeah Scott told me what happened. Erica missed you. It— It's okay. Really, I don't care about your love life, Dean. It kinda just... shocked me a bit to see you guys... y'know..."

"Kissing?" I raised a brow as Stiles winced and nodded.

"Yeah. That word." He said as I hummed, nodding.

"Right we'll then that doesn't really explain you... ignoring me all day yesterday. It made me impulsively buy a 72 thousand dollar car." I said, gesturing back to the door as Stiles' eyes widened.

"Wait... that's your car? I didn't even see you get out of it." Stiles exasperated as I chuckled.

"Yeah well, it's still trying to settle in that I have that nice of a car... though I still prefer your Jeep." I winked at Stiles, listening to his heart skip a beat as he turned around, no doubt blushing hard. He cleared his throat and chuckled, nodding.

"Yeah— well I'll always prefer Roscoe over any car."

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Jeremy was quick to run up to his bedroom, which was great for me. Even though I was a werewolf, my muscles were tense from practice today.

I trudged up the stairs and towards my bathroom, which I felt like I hadn't used since it was renovated. It was worn down and unused for as long as I could remember, and only recently I finally decided to almost completely remodel it.

By myself.

It was easier than I thought it would be. It looked closer to a newer, more modern bathroom, so it stood out in the house. My home's Victorian design was much I different to today's modern architecture. And the bathroom showed the difference well.

I looked in the mirror and sighed, staring at the bruise I had allowed to form to not draw much attention. It was kind of hard to stop myself from healing, but as I watched the bruise disappear, I completely ignored the fact of having to "be normal" for a few hours.

Slowly, I started to unbutton my green flannel, tossing it away in one of my many hampers. I clicked the shower open, turning on the shower head and let the water heat up before completely undressing and stepping in.

I guess it took longer for the water to heat up since it was still cold, but it did feel great on my very muscles.

After about 3 minutes in the shower and in the middle of rubbing shampoo in my hair, I paused, hearing the sound of my phone buzzing.

"Damn it, what now?" I scorned, peeking my head out of the shower and staring at my phone, trying to see the name on the screen.

Stiles

"Dammit, Stiles!" I huffed, quickly washing out the shampoo.

And getting some in my eye.

I yelped in pain whilst trying to rinse it out of my eye, pushing the glass door open and inevitably falling to the ground, cursing in the process.

"Dean! Watch the mouth!" I heard Jeremy scream from his bedroom as I sighed, rubbing my eye with a towel while also apologizing.

I grabbed my phone and quickly answered, still on the ground. "What is it? I was in the middle of taking a shower."

"Oh. Hey—hey Dean." Stiles said through the phone as I frowned.

"Stiles what do you need? Is someone hurt?" I asked as Stiles stammered a no. "Is someone dead?" Another no. "Are you injured." Once again, no. "Then I'm hanging up."

"Wait wait wait!" Stiles yelled as I sighed, putting the phone back to my ear. "Scott, Allison, Lydia and I are going to the ice rinks do you want to come with?"

"Is this a date or a friendly invitation?" I joked with a side grin as I heard Stiles' suck in a sharp breath.

"It's uh— I'm just... um— Scott help me." Stiles begged away from the phone. I heard a few glitching noises before Scott spoke up. "Just come with us. I'm sure it'll be fun."

"Hmm, right. Well, looks like I need someone to take Jeremy." I sighed.

"Oh, my mom can take him. She's at my house right now."

"Great then I'll meet you all there soon."

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I hopped out of my car and looked around. The only people that were currently at the ice rink were whoever worked there. I was the first to arrive.

After about 2 minutes of waiting, Stiles pulled up next to me, jumping out of the Jeep and gave me a wide grin. "Hey, Dean. Are they here yet?" He asked as I shook my head.

"Nope. I was waiting for one of you to get here before going in." The two of us walked into the main area and payed for our skates.

Stiles and I walked out into the actual ice rink area, and there was not a single soul in sight. The two of us walked over to put our skates on, looking around in confusion. "They should have been here by now, right?" I asked as he shrugged.

"Scott and Allison are picking Lydia up. So they should be here soon." Stiles answered, his eyes not moving away from the skates he was currently tying to his feet.

I shrugged and stood up, walking onto the ice. I wobbled for a moment before catching myself, looking over to see Stiles on his way over.

"So have you ever—" before Stiles could finish talking I started to skate away at a fast pace, spinning around to skate backwards and watch Stiles' mouth fall to the ground.

I tilted my head as a gesture and jumped to spin around, once again shocking the boy with a buzzcut, slowly skating back over to him. "Skates.. before." Stiles finished as I chuckled.

"I took some lessons growing up. More of a hobby to get my mind off of... the negative things in my life." I skated back a few paces to let Stiles out on the rink, turning to see Allison, Scott and Lydia walk in. "Hey guys!"

Stiles spun around quickly, causing his skates to tilt too far and make him fall on top of me. I fell onto my ass, laughing quietly. "Two days in a row, Stiles. You really want to be a top, don't you?" I joked as he gasped quietly, quickly standing up.

"That is— um. No. No that's not—"

"Relax. I'm joking." I said, standing up and wiping the shaved ice off my ass, laughing once again. "All I gotta do is smile and you'll get flustered." I joked once again, seeing Stiles face flush as I skated away from him.

"Okay you don't you with a guys emotions like that, Dean!" Stiles shouted as I spun around and blew him a kiss, watching Stiles roll his eyes.

I stopped in front of a broken part of the plexi-glass, which happened to be where Scott, Allison and Lydia stood. "Hello." I smiled towards the three, which all returned the gesture.

I had actually gotten to know Allison a little bit and found out she wasn't actually that bad. Other than the fact her grandfather was desperately trying to kill me and my pack. Kind of a let down for friendship but I wanted to make it work.

"God it's freezing in here." Lydia complained as I pouted. The cold temperatures hadn't affected me very much ever since I got bit.

Scott looked over to Allison before rummaging through his bag, pulling out an orange scarf that smelled an awful lot like Stiles. Lydia looked down at the scarf like it had just killed her dog.

"I'm not wearing that." She persisted as Stiles finally stumbled over after walking the entire way. "Orange and blue are not a good combination."

"It's the color of the Mets!" Stiles snapped as Lydia frowned at him. "Okay fine." I pushed myself off of the railing, spinning back around and doing small little tricks to pass the time as I waited for the other three to get on the ice.

I stopped to see Stiles trying to skate around, laughing to myself at how many times he had almost fallen. Skating over to him, I ended up making Stiles almost fall once again, grabbing him before he could and helped him stand.

"C'mon, you look like a new born deer trying to walk for the first time." I joked as Stiles mocked a laugh. I outstretched my hands and he hesitantly took them, allowing me to skate backwards and him, forwards.

After a few moments, Stiles had stopped leaning forward to skate and was now upright like everyone else.

Except Scott, who just slammed his head into the wall.

Eventually I started to skate next to Stiles, now one hand in his before finally letting go and letting him skate on his own.

"Hey I think I'm pretty good at this!" Stiles grinned as I nodded.

"Yeah, not to bad for your first time skating. You're doing a lot better than Scott, that's for sure." I snickered as the two of us stopped in front of Allison and Scott.

"Hey Dean... can I talk to you, for a second?" Scott said as he shook his head from the impact. I turned to Stiles and raised a brow, only to see him shrug.

Reluctantly, I followed Scott off the ice.

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What do y'all think he's gonna say ;)