I take my plate of fruit and fries and scan the room. I search for a table, or a place to escape. Nothing. Paige is in the restroom and the only empty seats are at-
"I'm so sorry!" A handsome voice apologizes and I look up to see him. It' the boy from chemistry. I look down at my plate, all of it's components jumbled in one mess and wince as I try to get up. He puts out his had and I can feel him flex as he picks me up.
"Are you okay?" He continues and I nod and smiled.
"yeah." He smiles at my mouth. I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and watch as he fumbles with his hands a little. He runs his fingers through his curly mess of blonde hair and his blue eyes twinkle as he exclaims,
"oh! I haven't introduced myself. I'm Isaac. " He smiles and I look into his sparkling aqua colored eyes,
"I'm Grace." I say and smile. He looks down and smirks, his leather jacket moving with him.
"Well, I'm sitting over there with Scott and Stiles, if you wanna join me?" He says it almost like a statement but there's a hint of question tangled in at the end. I smile, tingling inside. It's like I've been hollowed out, and somebody is tickling the hole with a feather. It's like my face is being put into a sensational fire and my hands are swelling up, becoming clammy. Am I supposed to feel this way?
"Um, yeah, sure." I say and add, "I would love to." He smiles and motions for me to go first, and I do.
I feel his comforting presence behind me as I walk to the table the is being accompanied by Scott, Stiles, and the two girls I had seen talking in Chemistry. There was three empty seats and I knew Paige was going to want to sit there with us, she'd been rambling on about the "adorable and charming" Stiles all day so far. She's going to pee her pants when she sees the empty seat by him.
I sit down and Isaac sits next to me. He smiles as he sits down and studies me. Now that he's so close to me, I observe he smells like cinnamon and coconut. He has this fresh, clean presence and it makes me want to hug him or drop him into one of those Tide commercials. I sit there, smiling at my plate, and he looks at me, smiling. I don't want to turn to face him, or look in his direction, because it will become awkward. Instead, I answer a question the girl with the strawberry blonde hair asks me.
"So, why come to Beacon Hills?" She asks in a blunt, yet comforting way. Still, it catches me off guard and I have to hold back stinging tears when I answer.
"Well, I moved here because, let's just say things were getting..." I stop to think for the right word. I look at everybody's eyes as I say, "harsh where I went to school." I finally look over at Isaac and he has this concerning, understanding look in his eyes I cant pull away from. Stiles pushes,
"W-What do you mean?" He jerks and shakes his head. Tears prick my eyes like needles and I take a deep breath.by now, somebody plops down next to Stiles and answers for me.
"Grace got bullied at her old school. It was bad, man. Pulled hair, threats, texts, it hurt her. Heck, it hurt me, just watching her go through this. She wasn't feeling loved, so her parents sent her here, and I came along, to make sure my friend didn't get hurt again." Paige said and twisted her blonde, wavy hair. Stiles looked at her as if she was a work of art, and she looked at me. I looked down at my plate and whispered,
"yeah." I feel a strong, warm hand over my hand under the table. I look over, alarmed. Isaac's eyes are glossy and sort of red. He squeezes my hand under the table and whispers gently,
"I know how you feel."
