Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us

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Dean had been waiting for this day all week. Which was odd considering he hated the boring task of studying. However this time it meant seeing Izabelle again. Ever since the party she had been on his mind way more than he’d like to admit. There was just something about her that he couldn't quite figure it.
He stepped into the study hall exactly on the time that she had planned and looked around on the many students for Iza's red hair. Soon he heard her voice call his name and a faint smile showed on his face as he walked to her seat. She sure wasn't afraid of drawing attention to herself. “Hey pretty girl,” he greeted and hugged her back, a bit longer and tighter than he normally would. “I was born ready,” he said with a teasing look in his eyes as he sat down next to her and pulled his psychology book out of his backpack. “What part of the wicked mind are you going to teach me today?” he asked and opened the book on the table of contents, before he turned his brown eyes to look at her. She was smart to have chosen this setting for their date. It forced him to focus on studying rather than make out with her.

“Fuck,” he said as she mentioned two people he didn’t know about. “Yeah no clue, we’ll have to talk about them,” he said and ran a hand through his hair. This was probably going to take longer than he expected.
“Sure,” he answered. At least he did remember the fundamental parts of his theories, since they were presented in the beginning of the semester. He read the section about Freud's personality theory and typed the most important findings in a document on his computer. “It’s a miracle that my personality turned out this amazing. My father’s upbringing would’ve given me a huge Superego and Id according to Freud,” he said jokingly even though he was telling the truth about his father. When sober he would take away his freedom and set a million rules that made Dean think that he was wrong for everything. When drunk he just neglected him and let him do whatever. “By the way, did you get turned or are you a pure-blood vampire?” he asked curiously and looked at her. He’d never met anyone who had been turned, but he could imagine that it would’ve complicated their lives a lot. In the beginning he didn't even believe in vampires getting pregnant either, but apparently it was possible.

He turned his upper body slightly to look at her. “Well isn’t it obvious? I’ve got the perfect balance between the two,” he said and chuckled as he shook his head. Eventually he had accepted how his dad was, so he tried to joke about it rather than let it ruin his mood. He turned to look at his screen to correct a grammar mistake. He quickly glanced at her when she mentioned her mother. “Welcome to the club” he said with a faint smile. They seemed to have more similarities between them than he first thought. He read the last section on the topic and realized how straightforward he had asked her. “Of course, it doesn’t. I was just curious,” he said but didn't know if she would understand. He didn’t intend on sounding rude in the first place. “I’m just new to any other race than werewolves,” he murmured but got the feeling that she thought it was weird to explain her race to him. “Are you going to tell me about Milgram and Zimbardo?” he asked, as he tried to find the chapter about them in his psychology book. Sometimes it was helpful to hear others explain something instead of reading about it in a book.

“It doesn’t sound so great when you say it like that,” he said with a sarcastically offended look. He looked at their hands as she touched his, before he looked into her eyes. “It’s fine. I just want to prove to my pack that they’re wrong about vampires,” he said as the reason for wanting to learn about them. They really needed to be enlightened about them and it was his plan to convince them this summer.
He turned the pages in the book until he found the Milgram experiment. He looked at her as she started to explain and was impressed about how much she could recollect from her memory. It wasn’t hard to believe that she got straight A’s in psychology. “Intelligent, sexy and funny. I don’t get why you’re single,” he said with a flirtatious smile before he turned his eyes to his chapter to read the details of the experiments. “This is some wicked shit,” he murmured but it was also one of the reasons that psychology was quite fascinating. To study how the human mind worked and what it was capable of. To be honest he had only picked it because of his ability to sense emotions and therefore he wanted to get a deeper understanding of the human psyche. But since the class started he had found psychology very interesting and if it wasn’t for his absence he would’ve probably gotten a better grade than D. “It’s crazy to think how quickly the subjects changed into this role,” he said as he finished reading Zimbardo’s experiment. Afterwards he wrote about the experiments in his notes. “Anyway, how have you been since last weekend?” he asked and looked back at her. He hadn’t actually had a chance to talk to her at school.

“Isn’t that the case for all of us?” he asked with a faint smirk. Nobody was perfect and they all had bad sides, maybe some more than others. He gazed a bit at the weather outside as he thought about her words. “Of course. You never know what type of person you’re dealing with,” he said. Dean had met his fair share of bad guys. He looked at her when she said we all fit into a certain role. “Sure. I just hope I'd be able to stay sane longer than those prisoners did,” he said with a silent sigh. It was crazy to think about all the immoral things that happened in the word and how easily the mind changed depending on the environment. “Violent? God if I hit my dad he would lock me up somewhere,” he said but it wasn’t even a joke. Whenever he had hit his father, he had locked him away for a whole day. He got rid of the thought by writing a few notes down on his laptop. He started to smile as she said she had joined the cheerleading team, and turned his attention back at her. “Now I can’t wait for my next game,” he said and looked a bit down her body imagining that uniform on her. “When is cheerleading practice?” he asked as his eyes returned to hers. It wouldn’t hurt to get a preview of her cheerleading.
“I've mostly been busy with practice, work and school,” he answered and couldn't help but stare at her eyes. “Do you want to be my date to the school dance?” he asked. The dance was coming up in the end of the semester and he hadn’t really known which girl to ask until he met Izabelle. He also knew that she might already have a date.

He looked at her with a sad expression as she told him how her mother would’ve killed her. Sometimes he wondered how he didn’t die from some of his dad’s beatings, but he probably had his healing ability to thank for it. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, isn’t that what they say?” he said and knew for a fact that it had made him stronger and weaker at the same time. Kind of how love had affected him. He didn’t want to be sad however, so he tried to state the positive. He just nodded at her reason for finding psychology interesting. “Do you know what you want to be when you graduate?” he asked.

He raised an eyebrow when she told him that she wasn’t going to tell him. He looked at her with his brown puppy eyes. "Please?" he asked with a begging expression. He felt her hand and looked down at his thigh. Forgetting the world for a moment. He looked back at her with a flirtatious look. Her breath was intoxicating, and he shortly glanced at her lips before he kissed her. “You can’t possible distract me more than you already do,” he whispered but knew he couldn’t do anything else since it wasn’t allowed to kiss in the study hall. As she moved away he took a deep breath, as if he hadn’t breathed normally near Iza. “I’ll take the chance,” he said with a smile and wasn’t going to let that stop him, so she was welcome to see him train.
He was happy that she said yes, “Of course. I’ll reject all other girls,” he said with a teasing look in his eyes, before he leaned back and placed his hand on the book to drag it closer to the edge of the table. Then he continued reading where he left of. “I’ll also scare off any of your exes for you,” he added with a slight nod. Previous love interests probably wouldn’t try to annoy her, if she was with someone else.