Watching Closely |A Isaac Lahey Story|

Chapter Two

----Desai Evans----

I groan throwing my head back in frustration then looking at my Father who is sitting directly across the kitchen table from me. His green eyes are narrowed in a confused manner and he has one of his hands raking through his black hair with dark grey streaks in it.  I have just explained to him three millions times what happened in school today and he still doesn't understand why I am telling him what I am telling him.

"Why don't you listen to me?" I hiss, annoyed.

"I do."

"No, you don't because if you did I would not have to explain it so many times."

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Maybe." I say, truthfully.

"Yes or no."

"No, that's why I have come to you with this." I explain "I need to know what to do."

"Okay, explain this to me one last time."

I sigh putting my pencil in my book, he is really annoying me more and more by having me explain this more than once.

When I walked into Chemistry class this boy name Scott McCall immediately had tense towards me, I could feel it and then I sit next to this boy named Isaac Lahey, I could sense the same feeling from Isaac as I was from Scott. Then Isaac told me " I think you, me and a couple others around here are going to get along just fine" which confused the hell out of me." I explain, again.

"Are you saying you think they are werewolves, too?"

"I don't know, it was just a sense I was getting from them...You know like you instantly know when I come into a room because you can sense me. That's how I felt with them."

"You may be right but that doesn't mean you go off telling them." He tells me.

"Why not?"

"Because you don't know what or who they are around, you don't know what they're situation is."

"Okay, that's understandable but what if they are, I wouldn't have to try to act normal around those two because they know." I explain.

"And there is that word I don't like." He pauses "Normal...You know that me and you are not normal, like your mother and Ashton. Unlike Ashton who is just as human as the next, just like your mother."

I groan, knowing he was going to bring up the fact that I share his gift that I did not want. Ashton feels the same way about being normal. He wishes that he would have inherited the werewolf gene which I find very stupid because nothing will ever be the same for him. He can go out on full moons if he wanted to, I can't because I have yet to find my anchor to keep me from turning. So, my father keeps me heavily chained up in this metal box until the full moon is over. I know it is for the best but still, I hate it.

"But can we even call them normal, she's a wer-"

"Which is all the more to keep what we are quiet because if they know, they are going to eventually find out what your mother is, too...End of discussion."

My mother walks into the kitchen, he wraps his arms around her and then runs his hands down her mild ebony skin. I  roll my eyes, this is utter bullshit. My family has ironic written all over it, there is so much twisted shit going on that it's not even funny.

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"You can hear me, can't you?" A unfamiliar voice questions.

I ignore it, just so I don't seem too suspicious. Even though I don't like what my father said, he is right. I don't know what they are into or how much danger they get into so until I find out, there is no need to get involved. I am going to tell them eventually because even if my father is right, I don't want to feel like an outcast anymore. I don't want to pretend to be something I am not anymore and if it is people her that knows how I feel then they are going to know.

"I'm Scott McCall, I know you can hear me and I know what you are." He pauses "I can sense it, so does Isaac."

I gulp, silently wishing that I could just walk away like nothing is happening but that would be too obvious to them.

"Desai, Desai, you are making this harder than it already is."

I continue to ignore him eating my lunch by myself until I hear his footsteps along with his friend's coming towards me. I wait until I hear their chairs scrape against the floor and look up to see them sitting across from me.

"Hey, I know you can hear me?" Scott says.

"Yes, you're in front of me."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Well, I really don't know what you are talking about."

His friend sighs then rolls his eyes and leans forward towards me.

"I'm Stiles and this would just be easier if you drop your little act because we know. About six other people in this school are werewolves and about two people including me know, too."

I give them the "something is wrong with you" look before standing up with my tray in my hands.

"Look, it was nice having this fairy tale conversation with you but I have to go." I say, walking away.

I let out a sigh of relief, I don't know how much longer I can do this.