Nothing's Normal : An Isaac Lahey Love Story (Completed)

Hits and Healings

Remember Mr. Harris? Boring science teacher, bad dresser, I called him a dick once or twice? Yeah, well, he's dead.

Mr. Harris has become victim to one of many killings at the hand of the Darach. In case you don't have a plethora of books and search engines at your disposal, as I do, a Darach is this kind of dark druid that's been murdering a sort of pattern of virgins (may God have mercy on Stiles) as if it was a ritual. As if a murderous Alpha pack wasn't enough.

I have been making myself useful these past few days as far as providing information on the legendary (well, quite realistic) background surrounding Darachs for Stiles and Lydia. My dad sure was happy to have me spending so much time in his store after giving him the cold shoulder for so long.

Apparently I'm not useful enough though since I was completely in the dark about the occurrences of last night. On the plus side, I wasn't the only one. Lydia seemed to be out of the loop about that too. Not as much as I was, but still.

“Are you sure you're not just stalking Scott?” Lydia questioned Allison from the passenger seat.

The three of us were seated in Allison's car, following not-very-discretely behind the bus hauling the Beacon Hills cross country team to their next meet. Lydia and I didn't question Allison's motives when she picked the both of us up at some ungodly hour this morning, but now we had plenty of time.

“No, I'm just making sure they're all okay after last night,” Allison retorted hesitantly.

From what Allison had mentioned from her little recap of last night's events, all the boys were in pretty bad shape after a slightly-surprising attack from Deucalion and his minions (save Stiles, who was part of the “human club” last night and didn't take part in the affair). Scott, unlike the others, hadn't fully healed from his wounds yet though. He apparently took a pretty mean hit from Ethan and Aiden's combined “Mega Wolf”. To make matters worse, Derek took a little fumble off an about 3-story tall building. No one has seen him, and the whole thing has taken a toll on the members of his pack.

“And by 'they' you mean Scott?” Lydia continued to tease, earning many fits of laughter from me. It was nice that even with all of this, Lydia knew how to make things feel normal. “And you're almost out of gas by the way.”

“I am not losing the bus,” Allison replied, trying to ignore the blush on her face when Lydia mentioned her worry over Scott once again.

“It's not like we don't know where they're going,” Lydia commented once more.

I zoned out as their conversation turned to Lydia's endeavors with Aiden. I had heard many cute stories, as well as complaints about the boy, come from Lydia's mouth. As interesting as it all was, I was a bit concerned over his intentions as far as the relationship. It was sort of like Lois Lane dating Lex Luthor, and I'm still not anywhere close to understanding it.

I couldn't help but think about Isaac. We really hadn't had much interaction over the past few days. We had a couple instances of catching each other staring at the other, and a few brush-bys and shy hellos in the hallways, but besides that....nothing. No mention of the little detention make out section either. I wasn't used to this. French guys didn't have a habit of making me timid like Isaac could.

My thoughts, and the girls' conversation, were interrupted by Lydia's ringtone. She picked it up, and Stiles' voice immediately sounded through the car.

“Scott's still not healing,” he began. You could tell he was trying to whisper in order to not draw attention from his teammates, but he was also having to work over the sounds of others on the bus.