This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 30

As soon as I entered the classroom, I took a seat in the first one I laid eyes on. My breathing is no where near steady and my hands are shaking and clammy. I can't even begin to express how Unbelievable what had just happened only seconds ago was. I just met these freak shows not even a good 3 days and I already have one as my boyfriend and another showering me with devotions of love. What is wrong with them?! What is wrong with me!? I am almost praying this is some kind of nightmare and I'll wake up with in my bed with my sister loving me, no stupid supernatural power, and no boys fighting over me. A simple life, my old life. Not this new life where I can't even keep my heartbeat and emotions down for longer than 5 minutes without something arousing them both.

I look at the door as Isaac strolled in, his face showing no sign of devastation or sadness. I quickly looked down once we made eye contact and played with fingers. I hear him walk to the seat directly behind mine and take a seat. Great, absolutely fantastic.

Mr. Simmons walks into the classroom when everyone is seated, taking a stand in front of his desk.

"Hello class, and welcome to English. I hope we have the best year we possibly can blah, blah, blah. Rant, rant, rant. Ok now enough of the usual teacher fake-niceness and let's get to the nitty griddy."

Just from those 2 sentences, I already knew I really liked my teacher. He wasn't one of those fake smiles and pretends to be happy teacher, he was a realist. And god knows I love a realist.

We spent the next 50 minutes of time going over the rules, expectations, and syllabus of the class.

"Ok class, there are 5 minutes left until the bell. Who did the summer reading assignment on Jane Eyre?", Mr. Simmons asked. Only half the class, including myself, raised their hands.

Mr. Simmons shook his head and gave us all a mischievous grin. "Well that's a terrible thing because there will be an essay on it due this Friday.", he informs us struggling to hide the amusement in his eyes, but failing terribly.

The class groans in distress.

"Now, now, don't get upset. This will be a partner assignment.", he tells us. Relief and excitement fill the air as students yell across the room at the ones they wish to partners with.

"Woah there! Who said anything about you PICKING your partners.", Mr. Simmons chuckles. "I am the one who picks your partners."

Another round of groans fill the air.

"Ah yes. The sound of students misery is the thing makes me feel the most alive in this world.", he says with a cheeky smile. "Now then, if the first and third rows would please turn around and meet your new partners.", Mr. Simmons tells is.

My body instantly tenses at his request. If I turn around, my partner will be...him, and right now that is the last thing I need in my life.

"Are you not going to turn around?", I hear Isaac's voice call from behind me.

I cringe at it, almost as if it's my mother scolding at me. I slowly turn around and face him. His eyes hold no expression, just complete blankness. "So this essay, how are we going to-", he starts but I cut him off.

"You don't have to worry about it, I'll do it." His eyebrows drew together in irritation.

"It's a partner assignment which means we have to work on it together.", he says through teeth. He's making me feel so uncomfortable and uneasy and I hate feeling this way.

"I know, but I was just suggesting it.", I say weakly.

"Look just because I said those things to you doesn't mean-"

"Is there a problem here Ms. Martin and Ms. Lahey?", Mr. Simmons says, thankfully interrupting Isaac.

"No sir, no problem here.", I say while putting up the best smile I could possibly make.

"Mr. Lahey?", Mr. Simmons question Isaac.

Isaac crosses his arms, leans back, and smiles brightly at him. "Everything is absolutely perfect. I was just telling Vanessa here how happy I am to be working with her. You know, now that we get to spend so much time together this week, just the two of us.", Isaac says giving me a deep smirk as he spoke.

My cheeks go scarlet and burn as if someone pressed hot coal on them.

Thankfully, the bell rings. I shoot out of my seat so fast I almost trip over my bag. I grab it quickly and run out of the room, pushing people out of the way. I dash down the hallway, my emotions getting the best of me. I don't even know where I'm going, but I need to get as far away from him as possible.

"Vanessa!", I hear my name from behind. I turn to see Isaac speeding walking towards me. I turn back around and continue my dash from him. I sprint down the halls, not daring to look back. I can't deal with this right now, I just can't.

Before I know it, I run right into someone. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!", I say while trying to get past the person.

"Woah, babe. Hold on a minute.", I hear while my victim grips my wrist. I look up to see it's Stiles who was the victim of my clumsiness.

"You seem to always run into me at the perfect times.", he says smiling down at me. I waste no time and wrap my arms around him, taking the comfort I desperately need.

"Hey, what's going on? Are you ok?", he asks me, worry filling his voice.

"Vanessa!", I hear from behind me. I turn to see Isaac, breathless. I feel Stiles' arms tense at the sight of him. Seems I always find myself in the worst situations.