Be Careful Out There

Chapter 2

"Open your books to page 384." Mr. Harris says. "Tyler, you're going to have to share with Mr. Lahey for the time being." I nod in agreement, though Isaac just takes an irritated deep breath and slides the textbook over to me. Through out all of chemistry, Isaac fails to look at me. He's in my third period, too, and I sit behind him. When the bell excuses us for lunch, after third, I find Allison and Lydia sitting at a table and sit with them. They start talking to each other but when I catch Isaac sitting at a table with a couple of other good looking guys, I stop listening.

"Tyler?" Allison calls. I turn my head abruptly.

"Did some one catch your eye?" Lydia smirks.

"No.. Uhm.. Do you know anything about Isaac Lahey?" I ask. Lydia and Allison give a little smile to each other.

"You dont think he likes you, huh? Isaac doesnt really like anyone. He just doesn't open up to people easily." Allison answers. "He's a really great person though. He just lives a different life."

"The tan one next to him is Scott Mcall. He's Allison's Ex. He's the captain of the lacrosse team. The pale one is Stiles. An odd one, he is." Lydia says, looking up at the ceiling. I recognize them. I think they're in my chemistry class, too. I didn't really pay attention to any one the other students, though. I continue staring over at their table. Scott notices and points at me, and I turn my head around quickly.

My next period, math, Scott and Stiles sit on either side of me. I catch Scott looking at me a couple of times, and Stiles just full-on stares. It's written all over my face that I'm uncomfortable, but I focus on the lesson. The same thing happens everyday for a week, except Isaac keeps catching me staring at him. I don't mean for it to be creepy, there's just something about him I can't figure out. And then there's the Stiles kid, who just stares at me in math and English which is my last period and whom I have with Isaac, Scott, Stiles, and Allison. One day in math I just sit there awkwardly staring at my desk playing with my fingers as both Stiles and Scott stare at me. I break.

"Why are you guys staring at me?" I ask.

"Well... It depends... Why are you playing with your fingers?" Stiles says awkwardly.

"Because you're staring at me..." I reply.

"Well why do you stare at us in Lunch and English?" Scott jumps in.

"I don't stare at you! Or at least... I don't..." I trail off.

"Mcall, Rose, Stilinski! Stop speaking or I will have to put you in detention!" Mr. Clark, the aggressive and strict teacher commands. Right as Mr. Clark turns his back to us, Scott starts talking again.

"Do you know anything?" Scott whispers.

"About what?" I ask. Mr. Clark gives us another warning, then cracks.

"You three have detention after school! What did I tell you?" Mr. Clark interrupts. I roll my eyes when he's not looking.

"Great." I whisper sarcastically.