Lone Ranger (Teen Wolf)

11 - Girlfriend

We find ourselves back at Scott's house. I knew helping Stiles was going to be a lot of work, but I didn't know how much I was actually getting myself into. Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way, but I do wish I was perhaps in a little bit more shape. The four of us burst through the front door, only to abruptly stop when we see a tall, older version of Scott standing in the kitchen with a boy around our age with blonde hair sitting at the table. 

I nearly collide into Scott's back from the sudden stop. The blonde haired boy's eyes dart from Meredith to me, quizzically. Both of them stare back at the us, like they are trying to figure out why we are here and who's the two random girls with them. 

Not a second passes before I'm suddenly overwhelmed with flashbacks of the two guy's past. I reach out for Stiles' arm to stable myself as I feel my eyes shut. He worriedly glances back to make sure I'm okay until Meredith mumbles what's going on with me. She knows about what I'm capable of. 

"What are you doing here?" Scott demands to who I am assuming is his father.

I squeeze my eyes tighter, catching glimpses of the older man's past. Drunken nights from when he was married to Scott's mom flash over and over in my mind. Many nights of fighting and trying to be quiet when they both knew that Scott was down the hall and asleep. An event that caused him to hurt Scott and had him out of their lives for good. 

"I could ask you the same thing." His dad replies. Their voices sound like they are in another room. 

"Free period." Stiles replies.

I quietly gasp when the blonde haired boy's memories fill my mind. "Isaac." I lowly whisper when his name appears in my thoughts. Stiles must have grown really worried because he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. I lean into him with my head screaming out in pain from the overwhelming sensation occurring. 

Isaac's abusive past with his father bubbles up in my mind. I grimace at all of the horrible things he went through with his father after his mother died. The death of his brother surfaces along with a boy named Matt, who went on a killing spree with another boy named Jackson who was a kanima. Everything piles in about who he is and I even catch a brief part of his future. 

"We're doing a group study." Stiles continues. He slightly jumps when I let out a relieved gasp. Exhausted, I lean against his side, thankful that all of the memories stopped intruding my mind. Stiles' arm wraps around me tighter as he shoots me a worried look. 

"Who are they?" Agent McCall asks, nodding his head at Meredith and myself. 

I look away from Stiles to see Isaac gazing at me with confusion. I nervously swallow and look away. His past was just as bad as mine was, aside from the whole seeing the future kind of thing. We were both abused as kids with parents that didn't care for us. 

"This is-" Stiles peers down at me, attempting to figure out what to say. His eyes light up and he shoots a smile at Scott's dad. "My girlfriend." 

My eyes widen slightly at the label. Why would he say something like that?

"And this is her sister." Stiles adds, pointing to Meredith. "We have a lot to talk about for the project. We should maybe take this upstairs." 

"Can he come to?" Meredith nods at Isaac, softly smiling. "He's my type." 

Isaac looks like a deer in the headlights when the attention is placed on him. His mouth opens to respond, only to shut it seconds later. He glimpses at Scott, unsure of what to say or do.

Stiles scratches his chin, awkwardly. "Okay. Isaac, you can come, too." 

"Uh..." Isaac stutters to form any words.