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Chapter 15: Stiles?!

I was sitting in my room as I could hear the doorbell. I knew Stiles wasn't gonna get it. I walked past his room as I looked inside. There he was, sitting at his desk.

"Can you get the door?" He asked as he didn't even look at me.

I sighted as I walked downstairs and opened it. It was Isaac. He smiled awkwardly as he just stood there while I crossed my arms.

"Look, I know you're probably going to close the door again because I attacked your brother, but can I come in?"

"Sure." I stepped aside as he walked through. I told him to take a seat as I closed the door. I walked over to the couch as I sat next to him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused as to why he would come here.

"Erica and Boyd. They heard wolfs howling, other wolfs. They're leaving tonight." Isaac explained as he looked at me.

"Why are you telling me?" I laughed.

"Because I need advice."

"Why from me?" I asked, even more confused.

"I trust you. I don't know... I'm usually not really someone to trust other people. My dad, you know... I just feel like I can with you." He smiled. I was kind of surprised as I just stared at him. It was only then that I realized I did too. I mean, yes, he attacked my brother, but... He isn't a bad person.

"I trust you too, Isaac Lahey. What kind of advice do you need?" I smiled back.

"I don't know."

"It's if you should go too, isn't it?" I predicted. Isaac nodded as he looked at me. "Well, I can't really decide for you."

"Would you go?" He replied quickly.

"What? Isaac, I can't. There are too many people that I need to help Scott protect, people that we care about." I explained as Isaac just laughed.

"Guess I'm lucky that there's a new pack of wolves then, 'cause I have nobody."

"So you are going with them." I clarified as I wasn't sure where this was going.

"Yeah, I guess... I'm sorry for bothering you." He got up from his seat as he walked towards the door. He then stopped while turning to me. "Just tell Scott that I'm not going to the game."

"He's not going either." I added.

"Wait, he doesn't know?"

"Know what?"

"Jackson's playing. He just returned like nothing happened."

***

I told Scott everything as he immediately wanted to play again. We were now sitting at the bleachers with Stiles.

"Your dad coming?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, he's already here." Stiles answered as he looked at the floor.

"You seen Allison?" Scott said, changing the subject.

"No, you seen Lydia?" My brother replied.

"Hey, have any of you two seen Isaac?" I continued as I looked at the two.

"No... You know what's going on?" Stiles asked.

"Not yet." Scott replied as he looked around.

"It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?" Stiles explained.

"Looks like it."

"Scott, the other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just... I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you two can do. I can't..." It sounded like an apology as my brother faced us.