I shake my head as Paige giggles on my beanbag across the room. I hear the beans crinkle and move in it as Paige shifts her weight again. The lamp on my desk feels like it's dimming by the second and my curtains move from the gentle late night wind outside. I huff and pull my hair into a loose bun at the back of my neck. She giggles again. This time, more of a laugh.
"What are you so giggly about? Are you snapchatting again?" I ask and she doesn't look up from her phone as she responds,
"No, I'm texting Stiles." She says half sheepishly, half excitedly. I make an "Ooooh." Sound and she picks up a bobby pin from my desk above her and throws it at me. I flinch as it lands on my history textbook.
"I told you, he wants to make out or something." I tease and move the bobby pin off of my history text book. It's late at night and i'm finishing my history homework. History isn't my strongest subject and I was too busy passing notes between Paige and Stiles to work on it during class. Boy, those two are sure hitting it off for only our third day of school. I, however, am not getting much attention or pretty much anything being the new girl. That was expected, though. The only thing I get is catching Isaac's eyes from chemistry class. He gave me his number, but I haven't used it yet.
"Anyways, he keeps joking around, being dorky. He's so adorable..." Paige keeps talking, trailing off. Her voice gets lost as I look out the window. I feel as if someone was outside, watching me. I feel their eyes, their presence. It gives me chills and goose bumps, yet I somehow feel safe.
It's like whoever is out there is protecting me.
I finally snap back to reality when Paige says,
"He says he wants to ask me something tomorrow. Whatever that means." She tries to act cool but I can tell she wans to jump up and down and start squealing. She continues,
"So, I was wondering if you could help me pick out an outfit for tomorrow?" I look at her, surprised. I'd trailed off again and I nodded, eyes wide. She smiles. And gets up from her seat, making a grunt.
"Great." We both walk over to my closet, back facing the window. I feel bare standing there, without my eyes on the window. The feeling of someone outside is discomforting with my back turned. Still, I act like nothing is happening. Finally, I ask,
"Do you feel like someone is outside?" Paige keeps sliding items of clothes to the other side of the closet and looks like she thinks i'm insane,
"No, not at all?" She responds but it sounds like a question. Like she thinks I'm crazy. Maybe I am.
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Isaac's POV
I look through her window, trying to see through the white curtains. I hope she's okay. I want to see her, but not like this. I want to be with her, to talk with her, make her smile. I know . Derek says it's not good to have people too close to you, they'll get too hurt. I don't her to get hurt, though, I find myself seeing a future with her. I can't help but stop by her house, or look t her during class. I have to fight the urge to hug her, take her hand under the lunch table, or kiss her. I don't think I can fight it anymore. I want to do something.
I want her to know.
I want to tell her everything.
She's all I think about. Every time I close my eyes, I see her. Her wavy light hair, her vibrant green eyes, her smile. I think about how she smells, I see her face, I hear her laugh. But she doesn't know me. But I want her to know me.
But until that happens, I'll wait here, protecting her. I don't know what I'm protecting her from, but it's like a magnet. She's like a magnet. I'm somehow protecting her. My breathing becomes heavy and slow as I think about anybody hurting her.
I feel my fangs protrude from my mouth and I think,
Maybe I'm protecting her from me.
