This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 29

I turn around to see Stiles' face, fuming with anger. I look down to see Isaac's arm still wrapped around my face. It takes me a minute to realize the dexterity of how bad this situation is.

I quickly act on instinct, and wrench myself from Isaac's grip and run to Stiles, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in his shoulder. I feel him wrap his arms around me and it is the most comforting thing.

"Are you alright?", he asks me. I shake my head no. I'm far from ok. My first day of public school and I find out that not only do two awful monsters- werewolves, I need to stop calling them that- go to the same school, but my flesh and blood is possibly dating one of them. I am no where near fine.

The bell rings, indicating that school is officially beginning, but I am in no condition to even move an inch.

"What's your first class", he asks me. I finally pull away from him and reach into my bag, pulling out my schedule.

"I have English with Mr. Simmons.", I tell him.

"Really? I have that class too!", Isaac exclaims. I turn to him and smile.

"Well looks like I'll have a friend." Isaac smiles widely at me.

"Well than we better get going before we're late.", he says cheekily at me.

"Ya, I guess we better.", I reply to him.

"You don't need to walk her anywhere. I will.", Stiles says through teeth.

I look at him and see that he is seething with anger. I don't understand. Whenever Isaac's not around, Stiles is completely fine, but the minute he comes around, Stiles gets so angry. Why do they hate each other so much?

"Stiles no. Her class is all the way on the other side of the school. You'll be late and I don't feel like covering for you on the first day. She'll be fine.", Scott reassures him.

"Oh ya, and what if one of the twins snatches her up! Then what?!", he interjects.

"Well she has Isaac to protect her. Stiles, come on! We have to go!", Allison complains.

I walk up to him and touch his cheek, staring deep into his eyes. There was worry and anger laced through them. "I'll be ok. Please, go to class, don't worry about me.", I try to soothe him.

"It's not you I'm worried about. It's-" He stops and his eyes shift towards Isaac but quickly looks back at me.

"Please Stiles.", I beg him. He takes a moment but finally nodes in agreement. I smile at him and lean in for a hug goodbye, but instead of his arms wrap around me, I feel his lips on mine. They are hard and passionate, almost as if he's staking his claim over me, and it's working.

I pull away after what seems like forever. My face heats up and I stare at him, astonished at his act. He smirks at my flustered reaction and hugs me. "I'll see you after class ok?", he whispers in my eye. I simply nod my head.

"Ok, that's enough.", I hear Scott say and before I realize it, Stiles is ripped away from me. I look to see that Scott is practically dragging Stiles by his collar as they walk to class. I break out into a fit of laughter as Stiles shouts and struggles to unclench himself from Scott's seemingly unbreakable grip. He quickly waves at me before they both disappear behind the corner.

"Boys huh?", Allison laughs. She waves to me as she follows the boys around the corner and disappear. I smile at the corner even though there is no one there, reminiscing in my special moment with that crazy boy I am slowly- no, quickly falling for.

I hear a cough in my ear and I jump. To my relief though it's only Isaac, but he's close to me...dangerously close. Close enough that I can actually feel his cool breath on my skin and get lost in his beautiful ocean blue eyes.

"Are you ready to get to class?", he says with a smile. Before I can even answer, he grabs me by the wrist, and just like Scott, drags me to class. We strut down the hall, the pace a little to fast for me to keep up with until I slightly jogging. His grip is tight, too tight for my liking that I can almost feel the blood being held in my wrist by his hand.

"Isaac.", I quietly call to him.

He seems oblivious to my voice.

"Isaac.", I call again, but he still does not respond. My wrist is starting to scream in pain.

"Isaac!", I yell. He let's go of wrist and punches the locker beside him, a loud bang irrupting through the halls. A scream escapes my throat and I am ten steps away from Isaac in an instant, shaking with fear. He turns to me, heavily breathing, his eyes now a bright yellow. My knees buckle at the sight.

He takes a deep breath and let's it out slowly, his eyes returning to their regular ocean blue. "You know it's not easy, watching him all over you like that when he doesn't deserve even an inch of you.", he tells me.

My face twist in confusion, but my fear is evidently still shown.

"Please don't be afraid of me.", he says as he walks to me. He reaches a hand for my face, but I flinch away. His rejected hand clenches in a fist at his side.

"Remember what I told you, that I'm not giving up on you? Well I'm not, not by a long shot.", Isaac tells me with eyes so fierce they could burn right through me.

"Isaac, I don't know what you mean.", I say timidly.

"Vanessa, you- from the moment I laid eyes on you, I just fell for you. It's like you captured me with an unbinding spell that I have yet to break. But I don't want to break it. I want to be kept under it because when I'm with you, or when I see you, even hear the sweet sound of your pure voice, it makes everything in my fucked up life ok. I could give a damn about Stiles or his stupid feelings because I know the feelings I have for you are stronger. I might have known you for such a short time, but it almost feels like a life time. I can protect you, keep you safe, love you unconditionally. I will fight for you, fight for you until the end if I have to. I have never felt a feeling like this towards any girl and I can't ignore or keep it inside. People say that you can find love at first sight and Vanessa. I think I have."

I am frozen to ground I stand on. I am at a loss of words. I'm either actually losing my mind or I actually just heard Isaac tell me his devotion of love for me. My heart aches at his words, pounding against my chest like a drum.

He's leaning into me. It takes a moment, but I finally realize that he is actually leaning into. He's going to kiss me. He is actually going to kiss me.

Vanessa, move. Move stupid. Vanessa, move, my subconscious yells at me and yet it's as if my body will not comply.

He is only a centimeter away from my lips when the bell rings. I jump, finally reaching my senses while realizing I am now late for class.

Without saying a word, I dive around him and run to class, not looking back, leaving Isaac stunned at my escape.