Watching Closely |A Isaac Lahey Story|

Chapter Seven

----Desai Evans----

I park my new car next to this blue Porsche. This is a guilt present from my parents because they know I am still mad about the way the treat me. So, when I came home on Friday after being kidnapped it was waiting for me in the driveway. I love it but it still does not make me any less anger with them. They even put in a GPS so they can track my car and one my phone but I turned them off, then sent hacked some random geeks phone and car to replace mine so they think that I am always up to no good. I could easily switch back to my phone whenever I am not doing anything suspicious.

I get out my car then I put on the jacket that goes to on my outfit. I look back up to see that James is standing in front me with a flirtatious look on his face, his eyes roam up and down my body and I lean against my car waiting to hear what comes out of his mouth.

"You're very attractive, did you know that?" He asks.

"You already told me that after telling me you don't care about my existence and you're really handsome." I tell him.

"I already know that, so we should totally go out, right?"

"No, because even though you are someone I would date, you immediately became unattractive when I realized you were an asshole and assholes are not my type."

The smiles comes off of his face, he frowns a little bit.

"I'm everyone's type." He says, cockily, walking away.

I roll my eyes walking into the school passing by Scott and Stiles who are walking down the hall, they both follow me to my locker while I get my stuff from Chemistry class. They all have agreed to help me control my bloodlust and help me find my anchor because thinking about my family has not been working lately. I need something that is going to keep me calm all the time, even on a full moon and keep me from turning just a little bit. They didn't tell me when we were going to start and I don't think they are going to tell me,

"When are we going to st-"

Scott had just pushed me into the locker pissing me off, I try to think about a lot of things. I try thinking about my Dad, Mom, Ashton and even New York but when all that failed. I could feel my blood rising, my eyes changing and I bolted the direction they had ran off too. I was going to kill them before I could make it down the rest of the hallway the grab my arms stopping and Scott holds my arms down to my sides stopping me from killing them.

"Did you try to think happy thoughts, like your family or New York?" He asks.

"Yes and that did not work seeing how my family pisses me off."

"Okay, next think about somewhere you want to be, something that you cherish personally." Stiles suggest.

"Okay."

Stiles throws his arms around my shoulder, we all walk to Chemistry where Isaac is already is. I sit down in my seat next to him then I look over at him.

"Nice outfit." He compliments.

"Thank you." I say "Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"What's your anchor?"

Isaac pauses for a moment, then takes a deep breath and shakes his head bringing him back to reality. I watch his usual smirk come off of his face to a slight frown which makes me feel back for asking in the first place, it's none of my business anyway,

"My Dad." He tells me "Don't worry, you'll find yours, it just takes others longer than some."

I nod, paying attention to the lesson but not really. I hope he is right, there has to be something that can help me control myself. I have literally tired everything and nothing seems to work for me, I just want to be able to go out on full moons without the fear of me killing innocent people just because I have no clue what I am doing. There is so much I have not been able to do just because I got something that I never wanted. And that is probably why I resent my parents just a little bit, sometimes when I look at them I want to rip their throats out. My father because he gave me this curse and my mother because if I even do something wrong I am afraid that she is going to kill me just because it is in her blood to hate werewolves. There are a lot of things I am not comfortable saying to my parents, things that I should want to say to them but can't because it does feel right.

"Alright, lab tomorrow." Mr. Harris says while the bell rings.

I stand up and walk out of the classroom, I drop my book then bend over to pick it up when I feel someone pinching my ass. My claws come out, I quickly throw my hand behind me only to have it be caught my Isaac who is smiling at me. Thinking about something I cherish definitely doesn't work because I couldn't even control myself for three seconds. He pulls my wrist down then pulls me close to him so our bodies are covering my claws, we look at each other and I slowly start to calm down making my claws disappear.

"Well, at least one of us got something out of that." Isaac winks "Very nice, Dee."

"You're such a prev." I say, pushing him away from me.

Throughout the day they all have been trying to help me but nothing seems to be helping me, I swear there is nothing that can help me. I might as well get use to be chained down in a metal box for the rest of my life because I am doomed to society without it. Right now, I have cross country practice which is the last place I want to be. Scott and Stiles are of course, following me to make sure I don't keep anyone.

"There has to be something you want, more than anything." Scott says.

"I don't know."

"Well, you better find out." Stiles says "Now, go practice if someone manages to push you or knock you down think about something to stop you because you seems to have a short temper!"

He takes my back out of my hand, I make sure my brace is tight around my ankle before making my way towards the track. Once we're all done stretching we have to practice my racing one another and warming up. When we start to run this girl had pushed me trying to get in front of me, I keep running but faster trying to push her back. Then I start to think about something that I want more than anything, something that I have always wanted and that is to be normal. To not have to worry about these things on a regular bases and immediately my bloodlust goes down when that thought comes to my mind.

"Way to go, Evans!" Coach praises.

I look over to Scott and Stiles who is giving me a thumbs up, I smile continuing my run. That was easier than I thought.