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Derek felt like he had been completely fucked over. I mean, it didn't really make sense.
He prefered it when he was angry all the time, throwing his weight around and making freshmen shit themselves silly.
The usually self-sustaining teen had lost the tight grip on his emotions. He hasn't ever been this out of control. He felt like shit.
Since that horrible detention incident, he hadn't stopped processing events, churning them up until he was convinced he was remembering them incorrectly.
It was time to put a stop to all this smushy crap. He would forget about the detention, valentines day, the nurses office, the cafeteria rudeness. He, most importantly, would forget about Stiles.