I suppressed a groan as I saw the pout on my boyfriend's face. He was probably insulted because I talked to the boys, but I wouldn't excuse myself for that. He had never liked Scott and Stiles, and since Isaac, Boyd and Derek were added to the mix, he was constantly on the edge. Good thing that we were in the bus, there was now way he could put on a drama here, or at least I hoped so.
I never told him about the supernatural, or that I more or less involuntarily joined Scott's 'pack' in Sophomore year. Sometimes I honestly regretted that I helped them against the Kanima, who turned out to be my cousin. However I did not regret making the awesome friends I did. Y/B/N did not agree on that. He was okay with Lydia and Allison, but every guy that dared to talk to me was his new enemy. He even hated Danny for roughly 3 months because he didn't believe that he is gay. Considering the easily insulted nature he had, we all decided it would be smarter to leave him out of Beacon Hill's dangers.
"What were you talking about?", Y/B/N asked the second I plopped down into the seat next to him. I tried not to roll my eyes as I came up with something casual. I could barely tell him that Scott's wound didn't heal and that it was the Alpha's fault. One of the Alphas. I squeezed my eyes shut as he continued to interrogate me. I honestly couldn't remember one conversation that wasn't about some guy that had looked at me for longer than a second ever since we got together. We used to be happy, I guess. Now I only wished for something to happen so I could leave this goddamn bus along with my goddamn boyfriend.
"Do you ever stop talking?" someone from behind us asked in an annoyed manner. I didn't need to turn around to recognize person. Y/B/N shot Isaac an angry look before he replied.
"This is between me and Y/N, alright?"
"Y/N and me.", Isaac sighed. I tried to hold back a giggle but it was honestly not that easy once I saw the confused face of my boyfriend.
"What?"
"It's 'Y/N and me' and not 'me and Y/N'. And if you don't want me to hear about your little jealousy issues you might want to pipe down a little."
"Whatever man. Leave us alone.", Y/B/N snorted while I shot Isaac an apologetic look which he waved off. For a few minutes it was silent, I didn't know how great it would feel to not hear someone rant about a friend of mine for once. I looked up when someone brushed my shoulder on the way forward, Stiles. He had gotten Jared in his sight, something told me that this wasn't good. I looked around to see the Coach reading in a magazine with a distresed expression before pulling Stiles to me.
"What the hell are you doing?", I whisper-yelled so my boyfriend wouldn't understand what we were saying.
"I'm stopping the bus. Trust me Y/N, I've got a plan.", he promised with a wink and patted my hand before taking a seat next to the very sick looking Jared. Stiles had a plan - if I didn't have a reason to be worried before, I did have one now. It was barely two minutes before the whole bus was covered in vomit. I shuddered as I left the bus with my arms wrapped around myself. The things I've seen... Let's just say the Alpha pack was nicer to look at. I didn't react when someone took hold of my hand, thinking it was Y/B/N. I only just looked up when the different voice spoke up.
"Are you alright?, Isaac asked softly. I smiled and nodded quickly, it's not like I was the main concern here.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Y/B/N... He was just checking on me.", I explained while rolling my eyes. Isaac did not let go of my hand, and even though I knew it meant trouble for both of us, I was glad he didn't.
"Well she's fine so you can leave now.", he spat and almost brutally pulled me into his side. I winced but didn't bother to fight back. If I didn't upset him, he'd leave me alone...
"Y/N can speak for herself. And hurt her like that one more time and I will kill you.", Isaac growled. My heartbeat sped up when I realized that he could barely stop himself from shifting. Almost as if to prove a point, Y/B/N tightened his grip on my arm, emitting another moan of pain from myself. That seemed to be enough for Isaac, and before I knew it he had pushed me aside to attack him. I watched in horror as he let his fist colide with my boyfriend's face again and again, too caught off guard to actually react. Y/B/N tried to put on a fight, but Isaac did not only have the element of surprise but also the super strength, so he didn't stand a chance.
I didn't want to admit that a part of me enjoyed to see this, it was wrong. From what I could see, Isaac was nowhere near done but the other boy surely was. Blood was running from his nose as he was kicked to the ground, a black eye already forming.
"Isaac, stop!", I called out and carefully took a step forward. He didn't seem to hear me as he continued to kick the almost limp body on the floor.
"Stop! Isaac, stop it!"
The other students didn't bother to seperate the two, no, they were enjoying the fight of course. Tears threatened to spill as more and more people showed up but no one decided to help. I was pushed and stumbled a little, I couldn't even see them anymore. As I tried to make my way back to the front I felt someone holding me back gently. Scott, Stiles and the others were now back at my side. I was too upset to explain anything but Scott didn't need an explanation to help.
"Isaac!"
He stopped and looked up, meeting Scott's eyes and mine shortly after. One of my boyfriend's friends helped him up and glared at us, but I didn't care. I flinched back when Isaac reached for me, his hands partly covered in blood. He clenched his jaw and nodded slowly before walking past me. He couldn't possibly think I'd thank him for that right? Beating someone almost to death is no help, epecially not for such a silly reason. He might have deserved one punch, or maybe two, god, maybe he even deserved a few more but this...
After Lydia made sure that I was alright I followed Isaac into the bathroom, or whatever this dirty placed wanted to be called. He angrily tried to get rid of the blood on his hands, not properly cleaning them and hurting himself in the process. I sighed as I walked towards him without meeting his gaze, taking the cloth out of his hand before starting to clean the wounds gently. I felt his eyes one me, but I refused to look at him. Isaac and I were close, we had been since I was pulled into the supernatural, even if the others didn't want us to. Isaac protected me and I tried to protect him, even if latter didn't exactly work out.
I liked to think I was there for him in a different way, mentally. Isaac's past was...explicit. Beacon Hills had many secrets and dangers, a sad and cruel past would stop no one from attacking you. And then someone had to be there for him, but not during a fight or a training session. There were times when he asked himself if he was doing the right thing, if it made any sense and that was when I showed up. As silly as it sounded, Isaac and I were the perfect team. That was why it was so dangerous to seperate us... But sometimes Isaac just didn't know when it was too much, when he had gone too far.
"I did this to-"
"I don't care, Isaac. We're supposed to be different, we're supposed to help. Isaac we're the good guys. The good guys don't do this.", I whispered and motioned weakly to the exit where someone probably helped Y/B/N. It was silent for the next few minutes, and after I was done with treating him, I turned to leave. I almost smiled as he pulled me back to him, almost.
"I'm sorry."
"You know it's not me you owe an excuse."
"Oh c'mon..."
"Isaac..."
"Fine!"
