Dear, Isaac Lahey

Chapter Seven:

Scratchy

Days passed and I haven't talked, nor seen Isaac since the day he was locked up in the janitor's closet. I really don't know why he snapped out at me, even though it wasn't my fault. Why would he think that I'm the one who did that? I know, I'm the bad kind of girl, but I wouldn't do that, but not if he or she deserved it.

"Hey, you alright?" Erica snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at her and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I mirrored her smile.

"You know, you should stop thinking about Isaac. He's just probably in a bad mood." Lydia chirped, while we walked through the hallway.

"But, Lydia. He's always in a bad mood and he always let it out on me- wait, how'd you know I was thinking of him?" I stopped walking and focused my eyes on her.

"We just know." Allison said, peeking her head from behind Lydia. I just furrowed my eyes in confusion and we all walked further.

"Hey, babe." Scott came out of nowhere and kissed Allison. I pulled my face in a 'dudes, we're here' look.

"I'm sorry 'bout that." Allison apologized as she pulled away and looked at us.

"I'm used to it." Lydia said sternly, looking at her nails.

"Yeah." Cora added. Erica and I just shrugged, as the others came behind Scott.

"Hey, long time no see, Ellie." Stiles waved.

It was true, everytime they wanna hang out, I'll just stay at home. I don't feel like talking or seeing Isaac for awhile, even though I know it wasn't my fault.

"6 days, 22 hours, 16 seconds and 9 milliseconds aren't that long, Stiles." I looked up at him from my wrist watch.

"Yeah. I mean, who's counting?" He puts his hands up in the air and back down on his sides.

"Me? If it's quite obvious?" I shrugged.

I looked at Jackson who was behind Stiles. He nodded in my direction and I did the same to him. We were kinda getting along, he wasn't that kind of jerk, but still. Ethan and Boyd were nowhere in sight and Aiden was already behind me, talking- or must I say flirting with Erica. I refused to look at Isaac who was looking uncomfortable, scratching the back of his neck.

I walked to my locker and noticed some scratches, I looked at the other lockers beside mine that has some too.

I knew who did this.

I know it wasn't of a big deal, but I love my locker to bits. I walked up to the familiar blue eyed boy who was about to close his locker. I waited for him to completely close it and when he did, I leaned on one of the lockers, close to his. He looked at me and I put my left hand on my waist. I let my claws grow and slowly scratched his locker.

"What are you doing?" He looked from his locker to me.

"Isn't it too obvious yet, Lahey? And thanks for the scratches on my locker too." I turned around and walked out from him.

I walked with the other girls and started to walk in our classes.

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