ochisia | stiles stilinski [2]

chapter five: venomous

A wave of unfamiliar cologne filled my senses as somebody walked up to me and leaned their back against the locker next to mine, "Hey, Lex."

I plastered on an uninterested look, sparing Isaac a glance before continuing to put some books in my locker, "shouldn't you be hiding from the police in a dark cave?"

"Miraculously," Isaac smirked, crossing his arms. "Jackson changed his statement so I'm a free man."

"Okay, and?" I raised my eyebrow as I faced him. "Why are you at my locker?"

Isaac's smug mask dropped and vulnerability shined through, "I just wanted to ask you if we were okay."

I tapped my nail against my chin as if I was pondering something, "Considering the fact that you attacked my best friend and let my other best friend get hurt like 3 days ago, I'm leaning towards no."

Isaac's face fell and a ripple of guilt passed through me, "I didn't have a choice."

"That's the thing, Isaac," I sighed, shoving a textbook in my bag. "I get that you had to listen to Derek or whatever but you chose to be a dick about it. You chose to let Erica knock Stiles out even though he risked his life trying to free you from jail. You did have a choice. And now you have to deal with the fallout."

With that, I pushed my locker shut and walked down the hallway, leaving Isaac to take in my parting words.

"Stay away from Isaac," Stiles' eyes were narrowed in on something behind me when I met up with him and Scott at Scott's locker.

His eyes flickered to my questioning stare, "I saw you talking to him earlier. Just stay away from him."

"Anyone want to tell me what's going on?"

Scott filled me in with what they heard in econ and it's safe to say I wasn't happy.

"They said what?" my voice was deathly calm and my fists were balled up at my sides. I barely registered the sharp sting of my nails digging into my palms as I tightened my grip, my hands almost shaking. "When and where?"

"I think here and now," Scott's eyes were past me and I turned my head to see Isaac avoiding my eyeline and Erica's smug grin as she waved tauntingly at me. 

"That little-" I fumed, spinning around, my hair flying with the sudden gust of air and I started to storm towards her. Her smile dropped when she saw the anger etched on my face.

I got two steps before I felt two sets of hands grip my arms to drag me back and a quiet growl slipped out of my lips.

"As much as I'm all for you ripping them to shreds, you need to make sure Lydia stays away from them," Stiles nodded his head to where Lydia was entering the class, and with a curt nod, I marched into the classroom. 

I could see Erica eyeing the seat next to Lydia and with long strides, I rushed to the table. With a sickly sweet smile, I slid into the seat a fraction of a second before Erica reached. My smirk widened when her face turned red in frustration before she stomped to a desk at the back.