Fallen » Isaac Lahey

Chapter 13

"I've got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson. I've got an apb out on Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means- well, I don't know what that means" Sheriff Stilinski rambled, obviously extremely worried about Stiles. I mean, god I hate that kid sometimes but even I'm worried about him. "Um look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either of you see him-"

"We'll call you" Scott said.

"Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something" I shrugged.

Scott nodded in agreement. "We'll find him"

"McCall" Coach said, heading over to the three of us.

"I'll meet you in the lockers" he said to me.

I nodded and Isaac and I took that as our cue to leave.

"So?" Isaac turned to look at me as we walked across the field.

"So"

"Um, Jackson's dead" he said awkwardly.

"Uh yeah, how about that"

"So um do you reckon that Gerard killed him or what?"

"I'm not entirely sure. I mean that guy is satan and he could be capable of anything" I shrugged.

"What do you recon coach and Scott are talking about? Do you think he's gonna let him back on the team because if he doesn't then obviously it's going to be-"

"Isaac" I cut his rambling off. "Are you okay?"

"Sorry. I'm just nervous"

"I gathered" he looked at me strangely. "Your heart rate"

"Oh"

"Isaac?"

"Mmm?"

"What are we?" I asked.

"I asked you that question ages ago. You didn't answer" he replied with a smile.

"But now I'm asking you"

He sighed and turned to face me. "What do you want to be?"

"Whatever you want to be" I shrugged.

"Shay" Isaac whined.

"Isaac" I mimicked.

"Hey!" Scott panted as he caught up to us.

"So what are we doing here?" Isaac questioned.

Scott headed to Stiles' locker and opened it.

"You're gonna find him by scent?" I asked.

"Yeah, we all are" he replied.

"But how come you both get his shirt and I get a shoe?" Isaac frowned with a look of disgust written on his face.

I heard footsteps behind us and instantly spun around. My eyes widened when I noticed who was there.

"What the actual fu-"

My brother cut me off. "We need to talk" he looked over at Scott. "All of us"

"He is supposed to be dead" I pointed at my uncle Peter.

"What the hell is this?" Scott asked.

"You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff's station" Derek sassed.

"Okay, hold on. He he threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?" Scott protested.

"I'm gonna go with Scott on this one.
Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous" Peter grinned.