not a teddy bear

               ❝ What do we say to the God of Death ? ❞

"Did I miss a lot?" Daniel looked at the notebook that was slid towards him, frowning. He had so much work to catch up on right now that it was ridiculous even for the first two days of school. "Because this looks like a lot."

"Not really," Porter flipped a page and pointed, "that's where the important stuff starts. The first page is just things the teacher said that I thought I should remember, important dates, when the first test will be, that type of thing." She paused and looked over at the notes for a moment, he had a point - it still looked like a lot. "He said it was mostly over view, but I don't remember a lot of last years stuff - a lot's happened between that time and now. So I wrote a lot more down than likely needed. You could skim over it likely just to see if you remember anything? I uh - I believe that he's just doing more review tomorrow, but I could be wrong."

"Is that homework I missed?" Daniel asked, walking up behind Porter. Normally he would try to stay away from her but for right now, it seemed like a good idea to try and figure out what he’s missed. Besides, she was in his biology class after all.

Porter thought about changing the screen - but it just looked like some videos, she was taking a break. "Uh, no. These are though," she flipped open her notebook and cautiously passed them to him. She thought he kept his distance because of her friendship with Jakob, although she didn't understand the need for her to stay away from him.

Jakob could tell by the tone of her voice that she was obviously upset about him ruining her shirt. “Okay, I’m sorry Porter. If it means that much to you I’ll use your blowdryer to dry it if you want. Or you can just have one of my shirts, I don’t care.”

Porter stared at the shirt a little longer, the old tattered shirt under her fingers. She shook her head, it was old - she knew sooner or later she wouldn't be able to wear it anymore. She slowly let her hand go to her shoulder, her uneven stitching job to be able to wear it still - even if the creature that bit her that night took a chunk out of it. "- It's stupid, look - I'm sorry. It's been a stressful week, I haven't slept much... You know, nightmares." She knew he'd understand, he'd suffered from them too - even if they never spoke about them. She finally looked over at him, "Although your shirts would smell like my new home, I don't think it'd do the same." She smiled softly looking back at her shirt that she clutched still, "but thank you for the offer Jakob."

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

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