Maybe it wasn't the best choice to go to school after you watched your ten year old brother die in your arms. But I wasn't the best at making decisions these days.

I wanted to distract myself. Do anything to get my mind off of what I had lost. I wanted to do something to bring him back even though I knew I couldn't.

I hadn't slept at all since Jeremy was sent to the morgue. And since I had been interrogated.

Stiles wasn't very happy that I didn't stay at his house instead of going to school, I knew that much. Scott was pissed at me for threatening to kill Jackson, but he'll get over it.

Erica hasn't spoken to me, but I can tell she's sad about Jeremy's death despite the fact she never met him. And Isaac was... almost as sad as I was about Jeremy.

"I don't have time to grieve. I don't have time to cry over my mom's death. And now Jeremy's. I—I'm stuck here." I complained with a raspy voice as I sat at the very far back of the class. Stiles looked at me with sorrow in his eyes as I tapped my pencil on the table.

"Dean. Go home... you can't do this to yourself." Stiles whispered as I scoffed.

"Do what to myself? Ignore the pain of my brother's death because it's too much, or the need to kill Jackson? I know how to control my blood thirsty rage, Stiles." I said, leaning towards him close enough to feel his breath hit my cheek.

"I'm not going home until Jackson is dead or whatever the hell makes him a Kanima disappears." I continued, sitting back down as the bell rang.

Everyone found out pretty quickly about Jeremy. It's not like a bunch of murders haven't been going around.

"Kidnapped then murdered a few weeks later? Poor little guy..." A girl remorsed to her friend in a hushed tone. I looked up to see her friend looking over at me, my jaw clenching as I turned to the window.

"What is he even doing here? His brother has been dead for a day and he's at school like he doesn't even care. Maybe he killed him." The girl suggested as I turned to her again. Her heart picked up it's pace at the eye contact and she looked away, a scent of nerves flowing off of her.

"She thinks I killed him." I whispered to Stiles, who turned to face me as I forced a smile. "She thinks I killed the only person I had left in my family."

"She's just scared because of all the murders."

"Yeah no shit. And every time the Kanima has killed someone, guess who was there 98% of the time, Stiles? Me. I'm going to be wrongly convicted of murder!" I whisper yelled, now starting to panic. "I'm going to go to jail for something I didn't do."

"You aren't going to jail. We will get this fixed and we will get Jackson." Stiles promised as I rested my head on the desk, trying to stop the tears again.

God I hate crying.

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I'm sorry about Jeremy.

That's all I've been hearing since I walked through the school doors.

I came to school to distract myself from his death, but how the hell am I supposed to do that when everyone is bringing it up? It's driving me insane.

"I swear if ONE more person tells me they are sorry for my loss when they never even knew Jeremy... something is getting hit." I promised as Scott gave me a concerned look, turning to Stiles as we sat at the lunch table.

"I really think you should go back to my house, Dean. My dad has a punching bag in the garage, you could blow off some steam." Stiles suggested as I chuckled to myself, picking at a french fry with a fork.

"Yeah? I'd like to blow off something else." I retorted, Stiles eyes widening as Scott choked on his water.

"Okay..." Scott set his water down as Stiles turned to him, face red of embarrassment as his friend tried to hide his smile. "Maybe we should use our free period to get your mind off of things. We can practice out on the field." Scott said as I shrugged.

"Alright. Sorry in advance if I knock a tooth out."

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I slipped my cleats on as Stiles grabbed his lacrosse stick, patting it softly as he turned to me. "You ready?" He asked as I sighed, standing up.

"Not really." I answered, causing him to frown before walking out of the locker room and out onto the field. I grabbed my lacrosse stick and followed him out to see Scott waiting for us in the center.

"Well it's about time. Let's get started." Scott smiled as I sighed, walking over to the goal. "I'm going to try and get this in the goal. I want you—"

"I know how to play lacrosse, Scott. Just... come at me." I leaned forward slightly, ready to advance towards Scott or Stiles. Or try and get the ball.

Get the ball. Like a dog. That's basically what I am. A fucking dog.

I hadn't even noticed the ball coming my way until it struck me in the face and knocked me down.

"Scott what the hell?!" Stiles yelled, running over towards me.

"Sorry Dean... I didn't aim right." I rubbed my hand across my upper lip, wiping away the blood.

"I think you broke my nose." I groaned, Stiles helping me to stand. "How does it look?" I asked, turning to the two, who grimaced.

"Like a broken nose." They said in unison as I sighed, rubbing it gently as it healed. "Ah, better." Stiles smiled and patted my shoulder. I forced a smile as Scott sighed.

"Sorry again."

"It's fine. I was zoning out and calling myself a dog." I admitted as the two chuckled, both walking back to center field. "I'm ready now."

"Are you sure?" Scott asked, picking up a new ball as I nodded.

"Hit me. Wait— don't. I don't want a broken nose again." Scott shrugged and started running towards me, hurling the ball right at the net.

I caught the ball with ease,  ow running away from the net. Both Scott and Stiles chases after me, though Stiles was more of a referee in the game since he wasn't a werewolf.

As Scott went to knock me down, I jumped out of the way, now heading for the net on the other side, getting ready to throw it in.

When I hurled the ball, Scott jumped in front, barrel rolling in the process of catching the ball. "Too slow." He smiled as I huffed, running after him as I only felt my anger growing.

After a while, I had only started to grow more agitated every shot I missed, eventually dropping my stick and falling down, a loud ringing in my ears as I tried controlling myself from turning.

"Ay woah what's goin' on?" Stiles and Scott turned their heads as Coach Finstock walked over. "Y'know, I love to see you three wasting your time playing lacrosse, but you were all supposed to be in my class 20 minutes ago... what's up with Edric?" Scott turned back down to me as I tried to shove the anger down, slowly standing up with a forced smile.

"Light headed. Got knocked in the face by the ball." I said, Coach's eyes widening as he noticed the dried blood on my face that I hadn't fully wiped off.

"Jesus Christ why didn't you go to the nurse?" He asked as I turned to Scott and Stiles, who were both nervous now.

"I Uh... heal fast."