Mama Hale

1.5.5

Well, I'm pissed. So, as most of you know, I create the outfits for my stories on Polyvore. Well, Polyvore has changed and is now a shopping website. So, I have no way to make the outfits for my stories. I apologize that there will no longer be outfits. I'll look around and see if I can find another website to use. But until then, no more outfits. So here's a new chapter brought to you by the death of Polyvore.

-Recap-

"Well I won't ask any questions except for this one. Isaac, do you go by Hale or Lahey?" She responds, looking at Isaac. It's quiet for a minute while he thinks.

"Hale. My name is Isaac Hale." He says, looking her dead in the eye. 

(Lyrica's P.O.V.) 

A smile makes its way onto my face as I hear this.

"Okay, Isaac." She says before she turns to me. "Here's the new forms. It's best if you can get them back to us tomorrow. Your husband will need to sign them too." She hands me a couple papers with a smile.

"Thank you, Lonnie." I say with a strained smile as my arm and neck throb again.

"Of course. Now you might want to get back to your room. Classes start in about 10 minutes." She says, checking the clock.

"We will. Thank you Mrs. Mell." Isaac replies.

She simply nods her head at us as we leave. We exit the office and Isaac heads to his locker while I go back to my classroom. I jump in surprise when I see Scott and Stiles already in the classroom, patiently waiting.

"Is there any particular reason that you're in my classroom 10 minutes before class?" I sigh, walking to my desk. Both boys heads snap to me as I speak, Stiles' eyes widening and Scott sniffing the air.

I sit down in my desk chair, resting my throbbing arm on the desk. I look at both boys expectantly, waiting for them to talk. They seem to realize why they're here, and both jump up, rushing over to my side. "What happened? Why do you smell like blood?" Scott rushes.

I just sigh and rub my temples, not in the mood to deal with these boys. "Because I'm on my period." I lie.

"No you're not. You smell like you're covered in blood. Where are you really bleeding?" Scott says, crossing his arms.

"It's the base of her neck. And her arm." Stiles says, looking at my arm. Confused, Scott and I both look down, eyes widening as we see the splotches of red on my neck and arm.

"Well shit." I groan. Scott reaches forward and grabs my arm, going to roll up my sleeve. He freezes and backs up, however, when I shout in pain and rip my arm out of his grip. Suddenly, Isaac runs into the room and shoves Scott and Stiles away from me, giving them both his best glare possible. I sit there, hunched over and panting from the pain as I hold my arm. After only a second of glaring at the boys, Isaac turns back to me, his eyes full of fear and concern.

"Are you okay?" He asks me. "Do I need to tell the office that you're sick and have Derek come get you? Do you need anything to help with the pain?"

"N-No." I stutter through the burning in my arm and neck. "I'll be fine. Just give me a second."

"Are you sure? I think I need to call Derek. The blood is literally seeping through the bandages and your sweater. He'd be mad at me if I didn't."

"I'm sure. Don't worry about Derek. I'll just hide it." I say, slowly sitting up straight. I let out a hiss of pain as my arm and neck burn again. "Now go to your seats." I turn away from them as they obey, and slip on my leather jacket to hide the stained shirt.