Contingency~TW/TO~ Lahey

Chapter 4: Settling The Score

Blinking my eyes to adjust to the sunlight that pours into the room, I look to my right to find a still sleeping Isaac. His porcelain features show no sight of frown lines or a wrinkled nose. The only thing out of place is his luscious tousled curls. I can admire the peace radiating off him for hours on end. The aroma of serenity surrounds him like a shield that not even a nightmare can break. However, I will have to eventually bring him back to consciousness and slay the one thing that I've been wishing for him to have; tranquility.

It's officially Monday and Isaac has yet to attend any of his new classes since school started back up a week ago. He can't miss any more days than he already has. And the law states he can only miss so many days. Apparently, education is more important than trying to survive the supernatural. Besides, today is the first day of cross country practice. Coach is making Isaac and every other lacrosse player take the sport. As for me, I signed up because I have nothing better to do. Running has always been my strong suit, anyway. For most of my life, I've been running.

I take a few more moments to take a mental image of the scene before me then bring my right hand up to comb my fingers through his unkempt hair. He stirs in his sleep before opening his eyes and looks over at me.

"Good morning," I greet him with a smile. He returns it along with a kiss to my forehead. Moments like this make me forget everything that is going on around us. My brother. The Alpha Pack. Derek. Peter. I have always kept a soliciting distraction for myself, but Isaac is more than sexual pleasure. He has become everything I have ever dreamt of. Even when I didn't know I was longing for someone at all.

"We have to leave in ten minutes, otherwise we'll be in trouble with Coach," I inform him while throwing the covers to the end of the bed. Before I can roll over to sit upon the edge of the bed, I am pulled back flush against his chest, "Just five more minutes."

I reluctantly pry his arms off of me, "Do you really want to hear Coach scream at you?"

"I'd rather hear you scream," he whispers into my ear. Those words have me giving in to his temptations and all rational thinking is thrown out the window.

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Isaac and I arrive at school. Late, of course. Not that I'm surprised. We didn't exactly rush our morning to get here, but we're here nonetheless.

Coach won't be aware of my lateness, however, he will notice Isaac's delay sense his office connects to the boy's locker room. It's a shame I'll miss him yelling at Isaac as he strolls into the changing room. Some find Coach annoying, but I find him to be very amusing, in a comical sense.

Walking into the girls' locker room, I quickly change into my black Nike shorts and red Beacon Hills cropped tee shirt. Most of the others were already changed and waiting at our designated spot, but the rest of the girls lingered to gossip to their friends to waste time that still remained.

Once I finished tying the laces on my shoes, I catch up to the large group at the trail in the woods and find Isaac off to the side behind our team. Why our practice is being held out in the middle of the wood? I'm unsure. But I have come accustomed to these wood with how much time I have spent in them.

Bending over, I stretch down to touch the tips of my toes and prepare myself for the short run ahead of me. I don't normally stretch, but I've come to realize how relaxing it can be. It has been helpful in riding my body of stress and diminishing all this pent-up energy that has been building up for months. It's not permanent, but I'll take what I can get.

When Coach walks up to us, he gives a short speech about how he wants to see us move our asses then demands us to move to the starting line. We crouch down, awaiting our signal to began and once he blows his beloved whistle, everyone launches themselves forward, some moving at a fast pace and others starting slower. I listen to the stomping of the teenagers' feet crunching the leaves underneath them and the wind blowing around us, wanting to count down inside my head before joining the large crowd. When I reach to two, I look over, finding Issac still crouched down onto one knee. I analyze him as he stares off into the distance with a murderous look in his eyes.