UNLOVEABLE ─ s.stilinski

xxvii. chemistry test

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
chemistry test

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Rhys hated his locker. It was always filled with pointless things; pieces of paper he had doodled on, random packets of stale gum, and a range of library books he never returned. Overall it was just a mess, a mess that he couldn't be bothered to clean.

He let out an irritated sigh before digging through the bin bag of a locker and with much difficulty he finally found the book he wanted. He brought it out smiling triumphantly to himself - when suddenly he was brought out of his thoughts by his locker door being slammed closed. Rhys flinched at the loud noise, a shocked expression flooded his features.

The person's arm was clad in leather, and they placed it firmly on the locker - blocking Rhys's exit. Rhys closed his eyes trying to work up some courage to face this person, he turned and came face to face with blue eyes.

"Issac?" he said relieved it was his friend and not Jackson or worse. He then remembered Issac wasn't supposed to be at school. Issac raised an eyebrow at him, as if he was waiting for him to continue. Something's changed, Rhys decided. "I thought-"

"You thought I was still on the run from the cops," Issac interrupted a smirk plastered on his thin lips, and he shook his head. "Haven't you heard? I'm a free man."

"That's great," Rhys replied. He adverted his eyes from Issac's forceful gaze, feeling uncomfortable. "Are you alright? I never got to speak to you because of the hospital thing, then..." he trailed of noticing the dark look on Issac's face. "I'm sorry," He spoke nervously. "Did I do something wrong? Are you upset with me? We could go and talk if you want-?"

Issac interrupted with a laugh. However, it wasn't bright or kind like usual but sarcastic and pitiful. "No," He said shortly before changing the topic. "You know Derek, don't you?" Rhys nodded carefully. "Good - now he wants me to a job for him... and it includes you."

"What?" Rhys replied quickly, his mind spun with questions. "why does he need me?"

Issac didn't answer his questions, he just continued to stare at him blankly. Rhys, giving up on Issac's 'bad boy' facade, attempted to walk away however Issac grabbed his arm roughly. Rhys hissed as a sharp pain travelled in his upper arm, he looked down to find claws imprinting his skin. "I thought we were friends," Rhys furrowed his eyes brows, his gaze meeting Issac's as he turned back.

"Friends?" Issac repeated, a harsh tone added to the word. He shook his head, "Is that what we were?"

Rhys frowned, confused. "Issac, listen to me." He tried. "You don't have to be apart of Derek's pack, okay? They're are other ways to be a werewolf-"

"What? Like Scott?" Issac scoffed.

"Yes, like Scott," Rhys said defiantly. Issac squeezed his claws in Rhys arm, he winced, anger growing in his chest. He had to know what Issac meant. "Tell me what Derek wants, Issac."

Issac smirked at him for a moment."See you in chemistry." He said before walking away, his claws unlatching from his arm.

Rhys sighed in relief once he was out of view. He was confused and hurt - emotionally and physically - Issac Lahey the once quiet and kind boy that Rhys was friends with had just loomed over him with a merciless grin and threatened him.