Dean was panicking too much. He'd lost control almost entirely. He needed to get away from everyone and everything and so he ran. He ran as far away from the group of hunters as he could before trying to calm down. His eyes were glowing against his will and he could feel claws starting appear. Control it. breatheā¦.He had the scar! I saw it! I...can't- his brain registered before he snapped and began shredding the bark off of the tree in front of him.
Jo sat in her desk and propped her feet on the empty chair to her left. She checked out the windows every once in a while but doubted he would show up. He'd be an idiot to come to school today.
She had packed a few hunting items anyways as a precaution but most of the class period passed without incident...until she noticed that a cop car had pulled up.
There was a light knock on the door of the classroom where two officers and a very grumpy looking teenager were standing in the hall.
"We caught him trying to ditch." one officer explained.
"No I wasn't. I'm sick." Dean protested.
"With what?" the other officer asked.
Dean's lack of immediate response was all they needed to consider proof.
"That's what I thought." the first officer nodded. "It never helps your case to be a liar."
Mr. Stevens looked at Dean with a hint of disappointment and the boy felt guilt settle in his stomach. He did have an excellent reason for trying to avoid class but he doubted his teacher would accept the excuse of "The girl who sits next to me is trying to kill me because I'm a werewolf and she comes from a long line of hunters of the supernatural and also she tried to put a bullet in me last night".
He walked down the row and sat down at his desk, casually pushing his chair as far to the left as he could make it and avoiding any and all eye contact with the girl next to him. She had tried to freaking shoot him last night! In cold blood no less. Also he noticed she was watching him, waiting for a reason to strike.
The nerve wracking tension made his pulse rise and he could feel claws starting to appear. He clenched his fists, trying to hide them and make them go away. Pain keeps you human he thought to himself as he winced slightly.
Mr. Stevens' lecture continued on about the Civil War and how they had to change strategies for fighting battles due to the new weapons being developed. Jo kept an eye on the target the whole time while multi-tasking by taking notes. She noticed him glance at the clock a few times, probably waiting for the bell to ring which it would in about 10 minutes.
She glanced back at him, getting the distinct feeling he was formulating a plan much like the ones Mr. Stevens was talking about. His hands were clenched and Jo slowly grabbed the handle of her knife just in case. It reassured her to have a weapon in hand...even if she wasn't really supposed to have one.
She glanced back at Dean, watchful, only to find Dean staring wide-eyed at the knife handle, recognizing what it was.
His hand shot up into the air.
The teacher looked puzzled. "Yes, Dean?"
"Sir, can I be excused to the restroom please?"
Mr. Stevens nodded and Dean moved quickly out of the class. As he passed by the teacher he couldn't help it.
"I had a good reason, I swear." he whispered apologetically before leaving the room and a slightly confused but somewhat placated teacher. Dean was one of his best students and it was obvious he enjoyed the class so Mr. Stevens believed him.
Jo raised her hand as well. "My I use the restroom too, sir?" she asked.
The teacher raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait until your classmate has returned or until lunch, Joanne."
Jo scowled as the teacher turned back to the board. She pulled out her cell phone and texted Lisa.
