This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 39

Isaac walks me to class, thanking me for listening to his story. I smile and wave goodbye to him before entering the class. But my mind continues to reel. I have some answered questioned but still so many left. My biggest one: who is Emily?

I barely remember any of my class before the bell rings and I walk to the next one. Stiles is in the class. I pay no attention to him, regardless of the many attempts to get my attention, his burning words to Isaac still echoing in my mind. I don't even bother waiting for him for him when the bell rings. I walk straight out and push the shouts of my name from him out of my mind as I strut down the halls to my last class of the day.

I'm shocked to find Isaac there, his face instantly lighting up at the sight of me. So I have both Isaac and Stiles for two period a day. That is just perfect.

Class goes by fast, Isaac filling up the time with just his mere presence. Before I know it, the bell rings and school is finally over. I could not be any happier to be over with this horrible day.

Isaac walks me to the parking lot, but once we reach it, I stop. "Is there something wrong?", he asks me.

"No, it's just that Stiles brought me to school today, so now I don't know how I'm getting home.", I tell him solemnly.

"Your sister can take you.", he suggests.

"There is no way in hell I am getting anywhere near that bitch.", I seethe.

"Sorry.", he says looking at the ground.

I realize how mean I sounded, regret filling me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude to you."

He gives me a small smile. "No it's ok. I just forgot about the whole Lydia thing for a second. Umm, you know if- if you need a ride- maybe- you know, umm- maybe I could- umm." His stuttering is the cutest thing ever. He's so nervous I can almost feel the vibrations from his shaky hands.

"Are you offering a ride?", I smile at him.

"Well, I mean only if you want to.", he says looking everywhere but my eyes.

I contemplate this for a moment. I really can't be around Stiles right now, but taking a ride from Isaac would be going against my boyfriend. Of a day, my subconscious scoffs at me.

As I'm thinking, a blue jeep pulls up besides Isaac and I. I turn to see Stiles.

"Are you ready?", he softly asks me.

"For what?", I asked confused.

"I'm taking you home. I did pick you up this morning.", he tells me.

I look between him and Isaac, the tension obviously rising.

I sigh and finally turn to Stiles. "I think Isaac's going to give me a ride home.", I breath out.

I can visually see Stiles' grow red as his eyes widen than narrow at my words. I can even feel Isaac grinning from ear to ear behind me.

"Why the hell would you ride with him!?", he exclaims.

"I will talk to you later Stiles, not right now.", I say coldly and turn to Isaac.

"I'm ready.", I tell him.

He smiles down at me and leads me to his motorcycle. From the corner of my eye, I can see him smirking at Stiles.

Once we reach the bike, he hands me a helmet and I slip it over my head.

"Where's yours?",I ask him.

"Oh, I only have one. But it's ok, you wear it. It's not like I can actually get hurt; you know, the whole werewolf thing. Gives you some comfort and protection to these types of things.", he tells me as he slings his leg over the bike.

"Vanessa!", I hear Stiles voice call me from behind. I turn to see him hopping out of his car and striding towards us.

"You are not getting one that thing with him.", he growls at me once he reaches us.

"You don't tell me what to do.", I fire back.

"You can do whatever the hell you want, but you aren't going anywhere with him!", he says pointing at Isaac.

I push his hand and glare at him. "You leave him alone, Stiles. I mean it. I can do what I want and go where I want. It's not up to you!"

He looks to Isaac with fierce. "You told her you're little story huh. Made her want to side with you just like Emily. You'll do the same thing to her! Leave her alone!"

Isaac grows angry when Emily's name is thrown in the air. "Shut up and don't being her up! You know it won't happen again, so don't ."

"I don't care. I refuse to allow you to even be this close to her. She's my girlfriend. MY GIRLFRIEND! You took my last one away from me and she's look where she ended up. I will be DAMNED if you do the same thing to Vanessa. I will be DAMNED!" Stiles is getting so aloud that a crowd is starting to form. I can't take this kind of attention.

As I look at all the faces in the small crowd, my eyes fall on Lydia. Her expression is unreadable and the sight of her makes my skin itch, but it's what she does makes me continue to stare at her.

She looks back and forth between me and Isaac's bike. Finally she nods at me.

I look at her, knowing she's trying to tell me something, but I don't know what.

She looks between me and the bike and nods again.

I put it together. She's telling me to get on the bike. My sister always does this. It's one of the reasons why we are so close. Were, were so close. When I'm in a tight situation like this one and I don't have a clue what to do, she's like my little angel on my shoulder telling the right action to take. But for all I know she could be my devil.

I don't double think her silent demand. I hop on the back of Isaac's bike and wrap my arms around his waist, the argument quickly ceasing.

"Vanessa?", Stiles says shocked.

"I told you we will talk later. I just can't look at you right now.", I tell him.

It's like my words were a bullet hitting him because the look he gives me almost makes me want to jump off the bike and throw my arms around him. But I stay where I am, silently whispering to Isaac to drive.

He obliges, revving his bike and speeding off, leaving a broken Stiles in the dust.