Into The Truth [Isaac Lahey]

Chapter Fifteen

05th February 2011

Pulling the files out of my locker, I hid the wince at the ache in my bones and the few bruises I'd found on my shoulders. Once more it was school again and only me and Erica were in since Isaac was still a fugitive. I hadn't seen Erica all day though, just because we'd been lumped together in the same pack didn't mean I had any intention of being friends with her though.

"What's Derek planning?" A voice asked, and I knew that voice far too well. Pulling back from the locker and shutting the door just enough so that I could see the boy behind it, I raised my brow.

"What are you talking about?"

"Scott reckons that two isn't enough for Derek. He needs three werewolves so we need to know what he's planning, why he's planning it and who is going to be next," Stiles explained looking bored as if he was sent here and didn't actually care about the information. Staring at him blankly for a moment I shrugged.

"I don't know. I just show up and there are more people. I don't know the thinking behind it," I admitted putting my book in my bag. "I mean if I actually knew then I would have advised him to stay away from Erica."

Stiles frowned at that, "why?"

"Because doesn't her smirk just piss you off? Like I don't know what it is but there's something about her face that just makes me wanna... you know... deck her or somethin'," I admitted punching my fist in the palm of my hand gently to make my point and he narrowed his eyes tilting his head to the side.

"Well, you just became completely and utterly useless," he confessed before walking away. Watching him go momentarily, I shrugged before turning my attention back to my locker.

"Hey bestie," a sickly voice sounded as a body hit the lockers beside me and I glanced over to see Erica, who was towering over with her uncomfortably high heels, and her usual annoying smirk. She also had a look in her eyes - I don't know what it is but I don't like it. Is it possible to hate someone for no reason? Because I hate her.

"Absolutely not," I scoffed, slamming my locker shut and walking away to find Lydia and Allison.

Walking into the underground station I was probably faced with the biggest shock I'd ever experienced in my life. Usually, I didn't have to come here on this particular day but Derek had said that there was pack business and it was important and thus here I was (a moment in my life I much regret and would have probably regretted less had I been wasting it in bed).

I looked over the group before looking down at myself. Looking back up, I met eyes with Isaac before glancing over at the rest of them, "see this matchy thing we've got going on I'm not vibing with it," I admitted and they all looked over at me confused, "it's not the 1970's...we can't with the leather-no. We look like we just walked out of Grease and it's not a look," I pointed out gesturing at all of their leather jackets.

I'd done it first and so they couldn't copy me.

"I personally think we look cool, right Isaac?" Erica asked with a sickly sweet voice. Her lips were red; the colour of blood. I hate her. I don't know why but I hate her; maybe in a few days I will work out the true reasoning behind my hatred but right now I'll leave it with she's just a very annoying human being. Or werewolf. She pressed herself up to Isaac with that common and disgusting smirk and he glanced over at her as if he wanted to smirk and yet he also just looked confused.

It was like he wanted to act cool and act as if they were just on a level where they could understand each other's movements and expect and react as if they knew it was going to happen, but at the same time, it wasn't working. It almost looked like he was just trying to fit in. I didn't like it very much.