Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

TWO

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KOREY

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"Hi," I slammed the bag that Blake had gotten me the day before down on the receptionist's desk, "we go here now."

The receptionist jumped, her hand grabbing her chest as her eyes went wide, and she looked up to meet my gaze.

"Sorry," Paisley pipped up beside me, dragging my bag off the desk, "she means we're starting at Beacon Hills High today. I'm Paisley Lee," she motioned her hand to me, "this is Korey Dawson, spelt with a K and an e."

The receptionist regained her composure swiftly, typing our names into the computer system, and the small clicking noises grated down my ears annoyingly. "I can see you on the system, but..." she looked back up at us, "You haven't taken your student photos, and you're late."

"There was traffic," I blurted. We'd actually rejected Mason's offer of getting driven, and we'd run through the forest instead. We'd gotten lost after we'd realised we actually had no idea which way to go or what the school smelled like. By chance, I'd stepped out into the road and managed to ask a passing car that stopped which way we were supposed to go.

"Well, everyone else managed to get here on time," the receptionist offered a thin, poisonous smile, "next time you'll need to get notes explaining your lateness." She sniffed, turning back to her screen, "And your student photos?"

"Oh, well, every time I try and take a photo, it kind of looks two lasers are coming out of my eyes, and that tends to ruin a photo." I revealed flatly, grinning widely as the receptionist threw me an unamused smile.

Paisley threw the back of her shoe into my calf, her heart lurching nervously, "She's joking, obviously. We just haven't had the time yet. We just moved here and our parents haven't had the chance to take us."

"Parents?" The receptionist looked between Paisley and I. Paisley, short and pale with dark amber hair contrasting against her freckled skin, and me, a head taller and tanned, my hair almost black.

"Same mom, different dads," Paisley flushed, hastily trying to remember the lie Blake had told us to feed everyone.

"Because mother was a whore," I smiled wider as Paisley's eyes grew round and she whacked my hip this time.

The receptionist shook her head at me, clicking something on her computer before the printer behind her buzzed to life. She collected the sheets, eyeing our schedules curtly, "Dawson is supposed to be in Math right now and Lee in Chemistry but," she slammed the sheets down in front of us, "today, cross country is happening. You need to head out to the field in the back and join the others."

"Great," Paisley rushed to collect both our schedules, "where exactly do we go?"

"Follow the smell of sweat," I snorted, grabbing her hand and dragging her after me through the mostly empty corridors of the school.

Neither of us had been in a school since we were fifteen, but I found that even after three years, schools were generally all the same. The same lockers, the same classrooms, nothing of any real interest. 

I preferred Archie's school. He, at least, let us sit on the forest floor and figure out for ourselves what pathetic fallacy meant when he was dramatically sobbing in the middle of a storm.

"Korey, you cannot do that again," Paisley kept her pace up with me, "you can not just casually reveal," she looked around, lowering her voice, "werewolf information to humans."

"She didn't believe me anyway," I shrugged, letting my nose guide me to a double door leading to a lacrosse field outside. 

"That—" Paisley groaned, grabbing onto the back of the sleeve of my jacket, "that is so not the point."