UNBREAKABLE // teen wolf

Chapter 9

Me and Allison were sat next to each other waiting for Mr Harris to appear.

Oh look at that, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Mr Harris walked in with a bored look on his face, but what did we all expect? Did we think he would start dancing and singing?

He put his case on the teachers desk then stood straight and stared into our eyes.

"I have an arranged seating plan so all of you pack your things and stand behind your seats" the evil man demanded.

We all stood behind the desks and awaited on his plan.

The teacher started reading names off then pointing to seats but I wasn't really paying attention until..

"Isabella and Isaac there" he pointed to a desk right in the back but that's not what I cared about.

My brows furrowed in confusion on who this Isaac boy was and I looked around to see a boy with curly blonde hair walking to our desk.

I picked my books off the table and started walking to the back.
I sat down next to the window as curly fries sat on the end.

(AN: I'm hungry now)

Isaac turned to look at me and gave me a slight smile,
"I'm Isaac Lahey" he put his hand out for me to shake.

I placed my hand in his and just like a very pathetic love story it fit like a jigsaw puzzle.

"Isabella Monabila" I gave him a little grin and he chuckled under his breath.

I was soaking up all his features like the faint speck of freckles on his nose and his cheeks and the very cute dimples that show when he smiles, also them beautiful baby blue eyes that sh-

"Now you are all seated,
for the next 20 minutes I expect you all to analyse how the periodic table organises elements and use it to make predictions about the properties of elements"
Mr Harris said.

"Chop. Chop" he clapped when no one moved.

"Isn't this like a full semester thing not just a twenty minute thing" I muttered under my breath.

In the corner of my eye i could see isaac smiling at my little remark and I couldn't help but let a little grin break out on my face.

What is happening to me!

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After the most boring lessons me, Lydia and Allison were on our way to the lacrosse field to watch practice.

We were walking up the bleachers when I heard someone call my name so I turned around to see Isaac smiling and waving at me.

I smiled and was about to wave back when I felt an arm loop through mine and pull me faster up the steps.

"Who was that weirdo" Lydia cringed back while speaking.

I let out a scoff and rolled my eyes
"That is Isaac Lahey I sit next to him in chemistry, sweet boy and he's very cute" I mumbled staring at the sky.

Lydia let out a laugh as if I was joking, I gave her a very pointed look and that's when she realised, it wasn't a joke.

"He looks like a lost puppy trying to find his owner that is most likely 6ft under" i rollers my eyes at her accusation and dragged her to sit next to Allison.

The second we all sat down someone whispered my name and I looked down just to see Stiles staring at me and waving his hand down towards him.

"What does biles want" Lydia glared at him and the buzzy bees eyes widened and he leaned back.

I rolled my eyes and stood up.
My eyes are doing lots of rolling today.

On the last few steps someone had grabbed my arm and started dragging me to the bench for players.

I was forced down by the spastic teenager and before I could say anything he started blabbering.

"So I heard you're smart I need help and it might sound crazy but I swear I'm not and in fact it is vermh mhmmm" I cut him off with my hand on his mouth.

I nodded and looked forward, don't you just love the silence.

He peeled my hand off his mouth and was about to start talking again when suddenly everyone started cheering so we looked to the field to see Scott dodging hits and flipping over people.

My jaw literally dropped to the floor. I expected stiles to jump up and start cheering but he didn't, he sat back and started chewing on his nails with an anxious look on his face.

I grabbed his bicep and stood up walking towards the school.

"Uh- w-where are we going" he questioned with wide eyes.

"To talk in private, you can say what you wanted to then" i grumbled.
If I wanna go to that party I'm gonna have to leave for work very soon.

I dragged him into the boys locker room and sat on the bench while he stood looking around with wide eyes.

"You- can- can you even be in here!?" He whispered and carried on looking around to make sure no one's in here.

"If you want to talk, talk or I'm leaving" I said.

He let out a sigh and started rubbing his chin.

I stood up ready to walk out but he grabbed my shoulder to stop me from walking.

"Sorry, okay I just. I'm gonna sound crazy" he muttered sadly looking to the floor.

"Trust me I've heard crazy before" I said turning towards him.

"Okay well not this type" he says with his arms crossed like a child.

"Just tell me, I have work" I exclaimed.

"What do you know about Lycanthropy?" He got straight to the point.

I was stunned and just stood there for a second. Why does he wanna know about werewolves?

"I knew it was stupid" he grumbled and turned around to walk out.

"In folklore, a werewolf, or occasionally lycanthrope, is a human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction with the transformations occurring on the night of a full moon" I crossed my arms.

He turned back to me and ran like literally tried to run 3 meters nearly knocking into me.

Acting like nothing happened he asked me if I knew anything else.

"They earn lots of ability's such as super healing, random strength, shapeshifting, night vision, great smelling ability's and lots more" I shrugged not really bothered.

"What can cause it?" His eyes widen like he's realised something.

"It can be caused or affected by neuropsychiatric disorders, cultural and social factors, physical issues and worst case scenario a bite from another wolf. Why do you wanna know all this?" I was so confused at this point.

"I can't tell you but I CAN drive you to work while you talk more facts about wolves" he says while dragging me out of the school by my hand.

"My bag" I muttered sadly looking back at the school.