Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

2.22

"I'm concerned about you Isabelle."

"But I've been to all my classes." Isabelle said appalled. That was the only reason she was skipping their sessions. She turned all her grades around, she had Boyd to help her whenever Erica and Isaac were training with Derek. She hadn't skipped a class yet either. Though since she was pissed off at Derek and the rest of them, she'd have to ask Lydia.

"That's not why." Morrell assured her. "Though I am glad you put more effort in your grades."

Isabelle shrugged. "Had help from a friend."

Morrell managed a smile before she sighed. "I wanted to warn you about him, I've been meaning to talk to you about this but you've missed all our meetings."

Isabelle frowned and Morrell clarified. "Mr. Gerard Argent?"

"Oh..."

She sighed and leaned closer. "If it makes you uncomfortable, we can always move our sessions to another place."

Isabelle was almost touched that she was willing to change locations for their meetings. But that would make it way easier for her to skip. "It's okay. I'm trying to avoid the office anyway."

Morrell chuckled. "Try not to skip our sessions then Isabelle. You're doing well."

"It isn't as bad as I thought. Although a little too early to talk about my feelings and crap."

"We can talk about that when you're ready."

"And if I never am?" Isabelle always indulged her therapists, if only to stop going to them. Some didn't fall for it. Others did.

Morrell smiled. "I trust you will."

"We'll see about that."

Isabelle took her bag, waved Morrell farewell and exited the office. She took a deep breath. Morrell was going to be hard to shake off. She seemed ridiculously stern about wanting for her to talk about her feelings and her past. What good was that for anyway?

Isabelle headed to class when she noticed the maintenance guys setting up security cameras. Huh, Isabelle had never seen the school ever have cameras. She pulled out her phone and took a picture, sending it to Shane. It looked like his father was tightening his leash around them.

She entered her homeroom, taking her seat and began to take out her stuff when Allison entered and took her seat behind her rather hurriedly.

"Isabelle!" Allison hissed, rather urgently.

She looked over her shoulder. "What is it?"

"I'm afraid your teacher was feeling ill today and had to leave early." Isabelle froze. Chilled to the bone at that voice. Victoria always creeped her out. Isabelle turned back in her seat immediately to see Victoria Argent with her pixie haircut and creepy eyes at the front of the classroom. Smiling.

"Sorry," Allison whispered so only she could hear.

"So unfortunately you're stuck with me as a substitute. So can anyone catch me up to speed on where we are?" Her eyes scanned the classroom, they stopped on Scott for a minute before they landed on her. Isabelle felt herself pale.

"Ms. Hale, how about you?"

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"You stole a police van?"

"I never said it was a good plan."

Isabelle knocked on the white van, inside Jackson was seething and yelled. "Let me out!"