Be Careful Out There

Chapter 16

"I told you, Stiles! Isaac isn't it!" I yell through the phone as Lydia buys my dress at the register. I probably shouldn't scream it out to the world.

"I know, I know. I was wrong. But, I know it's the same person that killed all the others because Mr. Clark was... a jerk to you! It's killing people that hurt you! All the murders died of a slit throat by claws! My dad confirmed it."

"Stiles, can we just stay out of thi-"

"Are you talking to Ty?" I hear Isaac ask in the background.

"Well-" Stiles starts to speak.

"Let me talk to her." I hear the phone fumble and then Isaac starts talking. "Tyler where are you?"

"At the mall with Lydia and Allison." I answer.

"I need to be with you. I need to protect you. Come over. Please."

"Protect me? From what?"

"Yourself. Tonight is the full moon."

"I know..." I thought about it a couple times. I guess it hasn't changed me that much today because I've been with Isaac. Why did he say he wanted to protect me instead of saying that he wanted to protect everyone else?

"Please get here before the sun sets."

"I can't just leave Lydia and Allison."

"Hold on, I have to make a call." He hangs up and moments later Allison's phone rings.

"Hello?" She answers. I listen in.

"Tonight's the full moon and Ty needs to come over. Like, now." Isaac demands.

"But-"

"Bring her over here before sunset." He hangs up and Allison puts down her phone and sighs.

"I didn't even know the full moon was today." She mumbles. "So much for a girls night."

"I'm sorry, guys. I thought I would be able to control it tonight, but I guess Isaac doesn't think I'm ready." I say. After buying the dress, they take me over to Scott's. When I enter the door, Scott just glances at me and walks away. What's wrong? I he mad at me? Did I do something wrong? I walk upstairs to Isaacs room but he isn't in there. I suddenly feel hands violently attack my waist and I fall to the ground laughing.

"Stop tickling me, Isaac!" I yell. He finally stops when my back is against the ground. He cowers over me and stares into my eyes for a while, then leans down and gives me a peck on my lips. I decide this is the perfect time to get back at him, so I abruptly roll over, push him on his back, sit on his stomach, and lean over so our faces are inches away while I pin his arms with my hands. He gives me a smirk and breaks free from my arms, pushing me down on my back once more. He leans over me again, so I wrap my legs around his waist playfully and my arms around his neck.

"I'm much stronger than you. What makes you think you can beat me?" He asks as he smirks again.

"I don't need as much strength as you to beat you. I'm a good kisser." I give him a long one. He breaks it after awhile.

"If I have one weakness, it's your lips." I can feel the red in my cheeks. We eventually end up cuddling on the bed , both laying the same way as one of his arms is wrapped around my waist and the other is playing with my long, brown hair.

"What did you think of me when you first met me?" I ask him silently.

"We already talked about this last month." He chuckles.

"Yeah, you told me you didn't like me. But what were your thoughts?"

"You want an honest answer?" I nod. "My exact thoughts were; 'Great. Another pretty, cocky, vein and conceded girl in this hell.'"