Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

2.4

One thing that Isabelle took advantage of was that teachers so far hadn't said anything about her being late to class. So she was a few minutes late to Chemistry. Harris didn't say anything when she walked in and took her seat next to Jackson. She liked that about him, Harris didn't necessarily care much. Which she was glad about, she was getting tired of people whispering behind her back and the teachers sending her multiple "are you okay?" glances.

Not to mention that whatever class she had with Allison everyone looked at them as if they were just waiting for them to pounce at each other. Even the teachers sat them away from each other. And she had already gotten a note from the counselor. Apparently the school thought it was best if she started seeing her.

Isabelle lazily copied her notes, doodling out of boredom on the margins. She then heard a faint dripping sound that repeated close to her. She took a peak at Jackson to see small drops of black blood falling dripping from his nose and hitting the table.

"Jackson," she hissed. Jackson arched an eyebrow, she pointedly looked at his nose.

Jackson touched under his nose, when he saw the color of the blood he darts. Running to the bathroom. No one questioned why he ran away. Isabelle sat for a minute contemplating whether or not not to go after him, and eventually she went.

Isabelle detested walking into the boys bathroom, but she did so anyway. Thankfully no one else was inside except Jackson, who locked himself in a stall. The smell of the blood was stronger. She knocked on his stall.

"Jackson, it's Isabelle."

"Oh, I'm fine, Isabelle." Jackson brushed off. "Just go back to class."

She knocked again when he didn't answer which made him frustrated. "Just give me a second, okay?" No. She knocked once more and he yelled.

"I said, give me a frickin' second!"

Isabelle tapped her foot impatiently on the ground and had enough of his dodging. She ripped the lock from the door and opened it. The first thing she noticed was how high the stack of toilet paper was in the trash bin. All of them were covered in dark ooze. The same went for Jackson.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Isabelle grabbed him and pulled him out to examine him. "Hey!"

She couldn't see anything significantly wrong with him, but he looked pale. Paler than normal.

"You're looking a little pale Jackson." Isabelle commented on his appearance. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Never better." He said, but she could tell he was lying and she thought she knew why. Especially when she smelled him behind them. Isabelle sighed, put her hands on her side and turned around. Spotting Derek.

"Derek."

"Isabelle."

"I don't even want to ask what you're doing here. I'll just get an answer I won't like."

Derek looked over to Jackson, focusing on him. "If something's wrong, I need to know. You're with me now." Isabelle frowned at them. He's with him now?

"Wait-- with you? Me?" Jackson said incredulously. "With-with you?"

Isabelles eyes darted between them, the gears kicking into place.

"What am I, your little pet? I mean, just because you gave me 'the bite' doesn't mean I'm part of your little wolf-pack."

Isabelles eyes went wide in shock as she turned to Derek. "You bit him!" She pointed at Jackson incredulously. "He's the one you wanted to turn, are you serious!"