Dysfunctional [LIAM DUNBAR] ✓

ten | distracted

James struggled to sleep that night, constantly tossing in his bed he wasn't sure he slept at all that night. The entire weekend he got at least four hours of sleep, from Friday to Sunday night. When he arrived at school on Monday, he remembered that he had a scrimmage that night. Thankfully he actually had brought his lacrosse gear and got his jersey from Coach when he was in the locker rooms putting his stuff away.

"Number seventeen!" Coach grinned, patting one of his star places on the back. "First line, get a bunch of goals." James nodded tiredly. Coach narrowed his eyes at James, it wasn't out of anger but more out of concern. "You okay kid?"

"Tired, but I'll be ready for the game." James thought it was concern if James would be able to play, but in Finstock was actually concerned for James and not the lacrosse scrimmage. It was just a scrimmage, if it was a playoff game than Coach would be more worried for that game.

Coach Finstock slowly and unsurely nodded before heading back to his office. He hung his gear up, and went back to his locker to get his books for class. James had to attend every class or he could be benched for the game, some rule the principal set up mainly for James.

When he got to his locker, Liam was waiting for him. "Hey, Mason and I are going to the fitness room during lunch, want to join?" James slowly nodded, he wasn't sure if he actually would or not but he'd try. "You okay?" Liam asked concerned, watching James attempt to do his locker combination with a shaking hand.

"Not really." James sighed annoyed before his lock broke. Scott had explained that even though there was cons to being a werewolf, someone of the pros were strength once you learned how to control it. "Shit."

James was doing his homework while his father marked tests for one of his senior classes. The sound of knocking, made both of the Blakes look up at each other. Owen nodded his head towards the door, indicating for his son to get the door. "Seriously?" James asked, standing up from the table. "You are unbelievable, it isn't even a person for me, ninety percent positive of that."

"I wasn't expecting anyone either." Owen spoke confused, watching his only child walk towards the door. James opened the door and then slammed it and locked it. "James?"

"It's just some bitch who thinks she can come back into our lives and take me away." James smiled and then sat down at the table, Owen sighed and went to get the door before his ex-wife left. "Don't let her in!"

"Hi Ella." Owen let the women in, and guided her towards the table.

"Hi Owen, how are- James you've grown so much!" She opened her arms for hug, but James didn't budge from his seat. He hadn't seen her since he was nine, and her just waltzing back into his life wasn't going to get her a hug. She awkwardly put her arms down. "You've grown so much!" She repeated happily.

"It's been seven years." James bluntly stated, glaring at his mother with a clenched jaw. "Obviously I've changed." She slowly nodded, looking over a Owen with a weak smile.

"It's nice to see you Owen, and James I did miss you." She spoke softly, sitting across from at the table. James rolled his eyes, looking back at his homework. If she missed him than she should of called or visited earlier, not seven years later. "Owen, why don't we talk somewhere private."

"Bad weekend?" Liam asked, James nodded but bad weekend didn't even begin describe that, his mother didn't leave that day. She was staying at a bed and breakfast thirty minutes out of town, and was planning on coming by again. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." James spoke irritated, looking at his broken lock. "I need to go to the office and complain about their shitty locks." James grabbed a few of his books shutting his locker leaving only a few things in his locker, that he wouldn't care if they got stolen.