Coyote's Bite

Chapter 2

       Isaac sat down next to Stiles with a huff.

   "God, I forgot how horrible school was." He sighed. Stiles looked shocked.

   "Didn't you go to school in France?" He asked.

   "Pfft, no. I couldn't understand them." Isaac said with a wave of his hand. He then dug into his food.

   "That's so unfair, you took like.... a whole year off of school Isaac." Stiles said with a glare. Isaac only smirked.

   "Who is this?" A new voice asked. Isaac looked up to see Malia sit down at their table with a tray of lunch.

   "Isaac, when did you get back?" Lydia asked as she took a seat next to Malia. Kira and Scott taking a seat on Malia's other side.

   "Yeah, it would have been nice if you had told us you were here." Scott smiled.

   "I only just got back yesterday, and I figured Stiles would have told half of the school by now." Isaac said, ignoring the look of mock hurt that Stiles was giving him. Isaac stretched his hand out to Malia. "Hi, I'm Isaac Lahey. Moved away last year after the whole Nemeton business." Malia gave his hand a glare.

   "Malia...." she hesitated with her last name. Stiles gave her an encouraging smile. "Malia Tate." She said as she grabbed his hand and gave it a firm shake.

   "Nice to meet you Malia Tate." He said with a polite nod. She gave him a suspicious look before nodding back.

       Lunch was awkward for a moment after that until Scott struck up conversation with him about how France was. After lunch Isaac caught up with Stiles just before they went to class.

   "What was that hesitation thing Malia did just before she said her full name?" He asked. Stiles gave him a soft smile.

   "Malia is Peter's daughter. She's a Hale by birth, Tate by document. She was adopted by the Tate family. And she's proud to be a Tate, she's excepted that she a Hale but she has said she would much rather be a Tate." Stiles explained.

   "Its who I am." Malia said as she walked up behind them, making both boy's jump. "Next time you have something to ask, ask me yourself." Malia said before strutting away.

   "Man, she's hot." Stiles smacked the back of his head. "Ow! What?"

   "You don't get to say that about her yet, you barley know her!" Stiles snapped. Isaac nodded.

   "So are you giving me your blessing to call her hot once I get to know her?" Isaac asked. Stiles hit his arm this time. "Ow, quit!"

   "You're not allowed to think she's hot at all. She's too innocent for all of that nonsense." Stiles said firmly. The bell then rang signaling the start of class. "Great, now you've made us late for class."

   "Me? You're the one abusing me because I think she beautiful!"

   "Beautiful? You said hot. You're allowed to think she's beautiful." Stiles nodded.

   "Am I?" Isaac asked hesitantly. Stiles nodded.

   "Just don't hurt her. I may not love her like that, but I do love her, she's pack, and she doesn't deserve to get hurt." Stiles said softly. Isaac nodded.

   "I didn't plan on hurting her, that's not the type of person I am." Isaac replied.

   "Hey morons!" They both looked down the hall to see Malia peaking her head out of the last door at the end of the hallway. "Teacher said if you don't get in here right now she's going to give you both detention."

   "Thanks Malia, tell her we'll only be a second." Stiles called back. She nodded and headed back inside the classroom. "You better listen to what I said Lahey. Don't. Hurt. Her." Stiles said. Isaac nodded again.

   "Like I said, I don't plan on hurting her, that's not the type of person I am. You know this Stiles." Stiles nodded and they made their way down the hall to math class.