Chapter Five

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----Desai Evans----

My locker door slams making me furrow my eyebrows in anger. I look over to see my locker neighbor had closed my locker to open his.

"Hey, Asshole, mind telling me why you closed my locker." I hiss, calmly.

"Because you were in my way and the name is James LeBlanc by the way."

"I didn't ask and don't do it again."

"Look, you're very attractive but not enough for me to listen to you."

I turn away from him because I could feel my bloodlust rising which means I would start transforming. I try to take deep breaths to calm myself down but it isn't working. I quickly make my way into the girls bathroom then locking the door behind me. I look in the mirror to see my eyes glowing orange and my claws are hanging out.

Think happy thoughts, everything that is good and the things that means something to me. For some reason that always seems to calm me down. It's not my anchor though, I've tried it on a full moon and my happy thoughts just turns into to me wanting to keep my family.

Once I am calm down, I make my way to the bathroom door only to hear someone's steady heartbeat. I smirk walking out to see Isaac leaning against the wall with his usual smirk. I walk away from him trying to ignore his footsteps that are following close behind me.

"Are you and your friends apart of the stalker committee because I have even been here for nearly a month and the three of you are all over me."

He chuckles "No, but someone doesn't know how to control their anger. I could hear your heart racing all the from the other side of the school."

I try to turn the corner to get away from him but he gently pushes me against the nearest locker trapping me. He bends his head down just a little bit so he is by height. His greenish blue eyes are burning through me and his face is serious.

"Everyone gets pissed off at one point, it is just a well known fact and telling him off would have worked just this once."

"It wasn't worth it, I just walked away." I explain.

"And you had to lock the door to the bathroom, Desai, or was it that you couldn't risk anyone seeing you turn, am I right? But you are trying to keep up this little act that we're seeing through. There is so much danger that comes along with this and you think that by hiding it you are in less danger when really it is just the opposite "

"The only danger I seem to have is you and your friends harshing me with things that's don't exist." I hiss.

We glare at each other for a long time, I can tell that he was listening to my heartbeat because I was listening to his too. I can tell he was getting frustrated with me and to be honest I was frustrated too. It's not like I want to keep this to myself, I actually want to do the opposite but I just have to see what they do and what this Derek guy wants fro me.

"Fine, play this game but when you decide to come clean you know where I am or you could just track me down by scent."

"Or I can just have the police do it, Isaac."

"You're funny." He says with a half smile.

"Not trying to be." I admit.

Isaac backs a couple of feet away then turns and walks away from me. I am not even going to lie to myself when I say that Isaac is the best looking boy in this school. He just like a real sex god, the way he looks is just too unreal.

"Remember, we're not giving up." He speaks from a distance.

Some girl with brunette hair walks in front of me and my facial expression turns into annoyance more than frustration. Then another girl with strawberry blonde hair stands next to get with a snobby look on her face. Does everyone in this school have a staring problem?

"Hey, I'm Allison and that's Lydia." She says, pointing to the blonde.

"And you're Desai, strange name." Lydia comments.

"I just want to say sorry now." Allison says.

Confusion takes over my face as I nod my head then start to walk away from them. A pained gasp comes out of my mouth as an arrow comes into my arm and leg making me fall to the ground. I turn my head to see Allison, Lydia, Isaac, Scott and Stiles looking down at me. Then I start to feel dizzy, my eyes start to droop before I black out.

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