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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT.
ISAAC LAHEY WAS at the least...quiet compared to Evee Sharp. He had more a less the same uneventful schedule, as it seemed: school, lacrosse practice where he was usually sat on the bench, working for his god awful father at the cemetery, and back to sleeping at a house where he was always on edge.
When Evee Sharp moved into town things hadn't changed at all. It was still the same thing: school, work, practice, and repeat. But, for once Isaac Lahey had someone bearable enough to talk to. They weren't close, that was sure enough, but at least there was someone there. And when Evee had for some random reason ended up hospitalized next to Lydia Martin things were still the same for him. Only for a short time, of course. Because then there was Derek Hale.
And he changed everything...
"Hey Vangie. Where the hell are you? Did you forget it's Kate's funeral today? I know you got something up...with you and weirdly timed Castle lady. But your presence would be greatly appreciated...see ya," Stiles had exclaimed through another voicemail for Evee Sharp. Of course after the countless missed calls and unopened texts. She was weirdly distant than usual.
Stiles immediately put his phone in his pocket before finally reaching Scott. The two were now hiding behind a taller structure as Scott turned his head to find his best friend crouched behind him,"Yo."
They kept hushed voices as they watched Allison talking to an older guy (seemingly his grandfather). Her parents stood near by and at further length stood bunches of reporters with their big camera's flashing at the Argent's.
"Who the hell is that," Stiles asked as Scott furrowed his eyebrows to the two. Scott didn't get an answer as both their heads snapped over to Stiles and Scott who quickly hit behind the pillar.
"He's definitely an Argent..."
The two slowly brought their head's back as Allison and the older man continued talking. When he had finished his words to the teenager he took a seat beside her as Allison looked back over to Scott and Stiles. Scott waved over to her as Allison lightly smiled.
Watching this, Stiles continued,"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral," Scott slightly turned back his head to Stiles,"I mean...what if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argent's? It's possible, right?"
"I know what they are...they're reinforcements."
Evee had finally reached the cemetery out of breath. When she had got there, confusion arose when reporters had been covering around an enclosed area. With furrowed eyebrows, Evee brushed her hair out of her face as she grabbed her phone. Finally noticing Stiles' texts. Most of them were average hello's and where are you's. But then there was one that sent Evee groaning:
