All We Are

Chapter 15

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

We had an early morning practice so I was off with Stiles before Dad got back from his shift. Scott was already with him and neither of my boys was talking to me, great.

"Had an interesting conversation with Isaac about you?" I told Stiles as I climbed in.

Scott rounded on Stiles.

"You told him!" He accused.

"I didn't tell him everything! I just told him she was about to do something incredibly stupid, which she is." Stiles said glaring at me.

"Not this again," I said rolling my eyes.

"Yes, this again-" Stiles started, but I had put my earphones in and started blasting Marianna's Trench to drown him out.

Stiles started yelling obscenities.

When we got to practice, I headed straight for the bleachers. This whole Stilinski double-standard was really getting to be a pain in my ass! I mean no one seemed to have a problem that Stiles was just as human and just as defenseless as me. Then again, Stiles had managed to keep from breaking any bones but still!

It wasn't like I didn't have a plan for how to handle the whole Jackass thing. Alright, so I had an outline of a plan- okay, maybe a general idea of what I was going to say but that was something. And it was sure as hell more than the two of them.

"You know it's really not safe for you to be out here all alone" I heard a voice whisper beside me.

I turned to see Isaac grinning beside me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked confused.

He gestured to his practice gear.

"I'm on the team remember? What are you doing here?"

"I'm the Stats-keeper"

Isaac looked at me.

"It was Finstock's idea," I said rolling my eyes.

He laced his fingers in mine as we waited for the rest of the team to get on the field. I leaned my head against his shoulder. I felt myself dozing off despite my best efforts, I was definitely going to need a nap by Algebra 2!

Isaac pressed his lips to the top of my head and I sighed contentedly.

"Charlie"

"Mmm"

"I have to go now."

I opened my eyes and watched the teenage boys beginning to make their way onto the field. Isaac stood up, and I opened my Stats book wondering how I was going to get Jackass alone and how I was going to focus on watching the practice.

Two minutes into practice it became quite clear that Isaac was enjoying putting his new skills on display.

Coach came over to me.

"If I'd known making someone a fugitive turned them into a Lacrosse star, I'd have found something to accuse Greenberg of a long time ago... Ah hell I probably would have found something anyways. THAT A BOY LAHEY!" Coach called walking off.

There was something seriously wrong with that man!

Isaac seemed to be having a ball knocking his team-mates on their asses. I noticed Jackass, Matt, and Scott seemed to be his favorite targets. Of course Scott probably knocked him more on his ass then vice-versa.

I rolled my eyes and muttered "show off."

Isaac looked up at me and I swore I saw a smirk under his helmet.