Gone Girl ━━ Derek Hale [2] [Completed]

[03] Isaac Freakin' Lahey

[03] Chapter Three

Isaac Freakin' Lahey

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"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days." Lydia stated before the three teenagers stopped in front of the entrance of the high school, "But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds."

Despite the police and her parents' pleading, Lydia still decided to come to school and act as if nothing happened. Which is why today was her first day back since she's been gone for three days just causal running naked in the woods. But since it was her first day back, she wanted to make an impression by wearing something attractive; a short tight purple dress with a brown leather jacket and her strawberry blonde in beautiful curls.

For once in the past week or so, Clara decided to go back to her usual clothing attire and wear something sexy as well which was a black mini skirt, leather jacket and low cut black shirt. She, for once, felt like herself and had her self-confidence grow a bit higher.

"Are you ready for this?" Allison asked, worried for her best friend's sake.

"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." Lydia joked before walking through the entrance. Clara found the joke to be a bit harsh but she knew Lydia didn't mean it that way. Lydia had no filter on her mouth and some times things blustered out.

Allison and Clara followed in after but noticed that everyone walking up the stairs and in the hallway all stopped and stared right at Lydia. Lydia, unknowing what to do, just froze there with wide eyes.

Clara leaned over to the strawberry blonde, "Maybe it's the nine pounds." She tried to reassure in a hush tone.

But Lydia Martin was the queen bee in Beacon Hills and any queen bee rules the school whether or not they are the town's new nut-job. So with the flip of a bang and a certain curve to the hip, Lydia strutted her way out of the room with Allison and Clara following close behind.

Clara walked across the lacrosse field near the bleachers, looking for two familiar teenagers. But she only found one, which was Scott, who sat on the first row of the bleachers. She made her way over to him and sat down right next to him, "You alright? You look a tad bit out of it."

"It's just the full moon's affect. I'm fine." He reassured her before quickly jumping to the next topic, "But we have a problem. Someone on the lacrosse team is a werewolf."

Her eyes widened, "How could you tell?"

"I sensed his scent. I just can't lock onto it." Scott explained.

Clara fumbled with her fingers as her mind wandered back to the promise Derek made her. He couldn't have bitten him, could he? He promised her that he wouldn't bit anyone else. Derek wouldn't have broken that promise, would he? her thought of Derek and his promise once Stiles came rushing over with his lacrosse stick and sitting right next to Clara.

"I told coach you're switching with Danny for the day." Stiles stated, completely ignoring Clara.

"Hi Clara, how was your morning?" Clara said mockingly, faking betrayal that Stiles didn't acknowledged.

As Stiles glared at her, Scott commented, "But I hate playing goalie?"

"Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea." Stiles explained and Scott finally got it, "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Wait, what's the idea?" Scott asked Stiles, dumbfounded.

Stiles just stared at his best friend, "I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."