#i. lahey. appearance — good looks attract the eyes‚ personality attracts the heart

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I’m Not Afraid - Chapter 2

Word Count: 4,585

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 2/?

A/N:  SOFT DEREK, SOFT DEREK!!!!! If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 2

5:00 am my phone read. 

It was usual for my brain to be awake at this hour. Since before I can remember it was part of the schedule I followed, everywhere I went. It was a small thing, but the sense of normalcy was a comforting friend. It made sense to follow a routine I could have anywhere. I was out of bed and into workout clothes, ready for a quick jog around the woods. 

I started off with a slow and comfortable trot before speeding up once I reached the tree-filled terrain. The smell of wet soil, the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling, the crunching of leaves under my feet was oddly comforting. There was a strange pull that came from the heart of Beacon Hills. I had lived in many places in my short lifetime but this place was different, the atmosphere was different, the people were different. One of those people was Derek Hale, the mysterious, broody, sarcastic man that had bumped his way in. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"Why are you stopping?" He asked, a small chuckle escaping his mouth. 

"How did you get here? Where the hell did you come from?"

"You're not the only person who jogs in this town and this happens to be the trail I take. You know, you should work out on a trail that is closer to your house. Makes it easier to actually go back."

I looked around. Once again, I had trailed off and didn't know where I was. "Lucky for you, I have a great memory. We can finish off running and I'll instruct you back to your house."

"You know you sound like a stalker." We started to jog once again.

"How so?" 

"Well, you've only been there like two or three times and you already know the way back. Creepy!"

"Oh, come on, it means that I have a very sharp memory. Unlike you who can't seem to remember what house you live in."

"Touché."

The con and occasionally laughing at something. It felt good talking to him, almost natural. There was a supernatural attraction that I felt when I was near him, an unusual need for his closeness. Our relationship came easy, as the cliché would have it, it felt like I had known him all my life. 

We ran for about an hour and a half before we turned back. "I think it's time we went back. You have school in an hour."

"Whoa, take the stalking down a notch."

"Oh, come on, I went to that school before you, I think I know the schedule."

"Alright, grandpa. Let's head back. It's time for your breakfast smoothie and then some bingo."

"Very funny." He ruffled my hair whilst fake laughing.

"I try." We ran and ran until I came into view of the curb that led to the house. "Well, this is my exit. Would it be too much to ask for you to take me to school?"

"Not a problem. Meet you back here at 7:45?"

"That would be perfect." He kissed my cheek and left to run to where I believe was his house. My face turned red, and I ducked inside.

"Mom? Dad?" I entered the kitchen and noticed a note over a covered plate. "Left for work early. Eat your food and go to school." I read out loud.

I took my time getting ready for school. My bag was already packed, as was my lunch. A long shower and a slow breakfast were in store as I awaited Derek's black Camaro to roll into my driveway. 

"Thanks so much for the lift. I packed you some breakfast." 

"No problem and thank you." He smiled. "You know, maybe after school, I can finally give you a tour around town. So you can familiarize yourself."

"That would be wonderful." I checked my schedule. "Actually, you can pick me up an hour before school ends. I have study hall at that hour, and no one would care if I left."

"I think I can make that arrangement." He looked at me showing a perfect set of white teeth and a smile that would make anyone melt. "But wouldn't your parents know that you left school? I mean, you won't be there when they go pick you up."

"I'll just tell them Allison gave me a ride or walked home," I said thinking of more excuses I could tell my parents. Distracted by my thoughts, my hand started reaching out to the powered-off radio and I didn't notice that so did Derek's. A sharp current went up my arm as our hands make contact. We both quickly pulled away and I could feel the blood rushing to my face turning it a deep shade of red.

"Sorry, I shouldn't impose. It's your car." I spoke up, quick to start picking at the skin around my fingernails to busy my hands. Derek perceived the nervous nature of my actions and stopped my fussing by putting one of his hands over mine. 

"Don't worry it's fine. Just put the radio on whatever station you like." He smiled reassuringly and I reached to the radio and just turned it on, leaving it in the last station it had been on.

"Ugh, I absolutely dread going to school. Most of it I'm gonna forget either way."

"I'd tell you to ditch but that would be shame on me, so I won't. But think about it, this day you'll only get 7 hours of school and then you can hang out with me. Best present ever."

"Yeah, don't think so highly of yourself. Maybe I'll just wander around town until I find my way home."

"Very funny." He stopped at the drop-off zone. "This is your stop."

"Thanks again for the ride, awfully kind actions from such a sour wolf" I laughed at his scowl. "I'll see you in the afternoon."

"Looking forward to it." I exited the car and he waited till I was on the sidewalk to speed off.

"Was that Derek Hale that just dropped you off?" I turned around and was met face-to-face with Scott.

"Yeah. What's the problem?" Not that it will matter.

"You shouldn't trust him, he's bad news."

"Honestly, Scott, I understand your good intentions, but I'll sort out the wrong kind on my own terms." He looked taken aback at my response, probably thinking I would not talk back.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, but he is not a person that anyone should be with." With that, he left with worry evident on his face.

I understood that he was looking out for my "well-being”, but he didn't know me and I'm pretty sure he didn't know Derek either. Maybe that's what Derek meant when I met him. Everyone thinks he is a bad person, but he hasn't done anything wrong in my eyes.

I walked over to my locker and started exchanging my books. Closely next to me I could hear Scott talking to Allison about me and Derek, and my name should be out of his mouth. Once I finished with my locker, I slammed the door and they both stopped talking, noting my close presence. I walked past them feeling their worried stares burning my back. This was going to be a hell of a year. The only thing that could get me through it was the acquaintance relationship I have with Isaac. I did text him a bit last night but mostly helping him with homework. Lord knows he needs all the help he can get.  

We all stood around in gym class as Stiles and Erica climbed the rock wall. Everyone else had gone including Scott who mastered a great fall. Stiles appeared to have fun, but Erica would let out sounds of discomfort and shortness of breath as she climbed. At a point, she stopped. 

"Erica, are you dizzy?" Coach said. "Is it vertigo?" 

"Vertigo is the dysfunction of the vesicular system of the inner ear" Lydia stated in a mocking tone. "She's just freaking out." 

"Erica!" Coach screamed.

"coach, maybe it’s not safe. you know she's epileptic." Allison stated. How does no one care? 

"Wh-why does no one tell me this?!" Coach Finstock questioned annoyed. "Erica, just fall back, there's a mat that will catch you." 

She slowly let go of the wall and made her descent. No one seemed to care that the poor girl was shaken to the core; they all laughed.

When class was over everyone headed to their respective locker rooms to change. Something inside me kept pulling me back to the gym, so I walked back as I put on my shirt. As I opened the doors, I saw Erica fall from the wall and luckily into Scott's arms. He slowly put her on the floor as the class ran in behind us. 

"Put her on her side," I stated. 

"How did you know?" Allison whispered to Scott.

"I just felt it." He whispered back. 

After Erica had calmed, the coach called an ambulance to take her to be checked at the hospital and the day went by normally. I was currently in my "last" period. Tapping my nails in a rhythmic pattern waiting for the stupid bell to ring. Only 5 more minutes and I would be out of here. This was the first time I had done something like this. I always stick by the rules and make sure to follow all of them. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating. In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Cue the bell. I grabbed all my things and stuffed them in my bag. I used to my advantage the fact that everyone was piled in the hallway and headed outside. Waiting for me was Derek in his black Camaro. Suddenly my heart steadied its pace and I felt relaxed.

"Hey there, rebel." He smirked at me as I entered the car and buckled my seatbelt.

"Don't make small talk. Just go." I said whilst trying to hide by burrowing in the seat. If I could I would have jumped into the trunk to avoid any hidden stares from authority figures.

"Don't tell me you've never done this before." I shook my head no and felt my face growing warmer by the second. "Aw, you're so innocent. For a big mouth that is." I slapped his arm as hard as I could.

"Don't be rude." I crossed my arms, slouched down, and pouted. He looked over at me and laughed. That made me slouch farther down.

"Oh, come on. Don't get mad." He ruffled my hair and laughed once again when I swatted his hand away. "Yeesh, feisty."

"So, where's our first pit stop?" I asked whilst looking out the window not wanting to look at his face.

"A small diner I know. Wouldn't want you to starve." He smirked. "Might make you angrier."

"I am not angry, just annoyed."

"Got some feelings hurt?" He said laughing.

"Derek, don't be rude. You will regret it."

"Oh, what could you do?"

"Is that a challenge?" He didn't answer, just laughed. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out. "HELP!! This man is kidnapping me!! HELP!! Bloody he...!" 

My sentence was cut short by Derek's hand pulling me down by my jacket and onto the seat again.

"Why did you do that?" I asked innocently. I had caused the faces of a few people on the street to look at the car in horror.

"You know why! That was totally uncalled for."

"I told you that being rude was something you would regret. I'm not one to say this a lot but, I told you so." 

He tried his best to keep a tight scowl on his face but in a matter of seconds, we were laughing at my past actions.

"Whatever, we're here." He turned off the car and went to the passenger side to open the door for me. 

"Why thank you," I said and took his extended hand to pull my weight up. 

"No problem." I smiled at his goofy courtesy but as we walked inside the establishment I could feel my heart beating faster by the second. "Table for two." Derek pointed at a booth made for two people exactly. Once we had sat down a lady maybe in her late thirties approached us to take our order.

"What do you want to order today, darlings?" She gave us a warm smile as she waited for our response.

"I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with some onion rings, a stack of pancakes, and some chicken fillets, a Diet Coke, and afterward some pie, please."

"Would you like the kitchen sink with that?" I said in shock. "I think I'll just get the, ummmm, bacon cheeseburger also with some onion rings and an iced tea. Maybe add some pie afterward too."

The lady laughed a bit, nodded, and smiled at us as she turned to the kitchen to put out our order. 

"So, someone's a bit hungry. Huh, sour wolf?" I chuckled.

"Why do you call me that?" He said somewhat annoyed.

"I don't know. It just fits you."

"How?"

"Cause you're very sour and you kind of look like a wolf. Hairy face and crazy hair. I don't know how to explain it. It's just a nickname, though. If it makes you mad I can just call you something else."

"I'm not mad. Just wondering." He slouched on the seat looking less tense. "How is it that I'm usually so bad with meeting people yet with you, I just clicked?"

"I don't know. I'm just special that way."

"Very funny."

"I know! I could take up a career in comedy." He chuckled as he threw a sugar packet at me. "So, since we are getting to know each other we should know basic things about one another. Let me start. What's your favorite color?"

"Maybe black or blue. What about you?"

"Totally red and black." The waitress came with our drinks. I took a sip of my iced tea and continued with the questions. "Favorite place to be?"

"That house in the woods where we met." I gave him a weird look.

"Why there? It barely stands with a foundation. What could possibly be there?"

"It's the house I used to live in before it burnt down. My family was in there." I choked on my drink when he said this.

"Oh my gosh, Derek. I'm so sorry I brought it up. We can drop the topic."

"Don't worry about it. It happened such a long time ago it's sometimes relieving talking about it." After there was an awkward silence, so Derek cleared his throat and asked a question. "Um, and what's your favorite place to be?"

"I'm not sure. Usually, I like places more because of the people I'm with. But if I had to choose probably the woods, it's the calmest place I know. The only place where you can actually be free."

"Wow, Ms. Argent. So poetic. It touched me." He pointed at his heart. "Right here."

"Very funny, now, favorite sport?" And the game went on even when our food served. Whilst eating we kept asking each other questions and getting to know each other profoundly. This has been the first time I had ever opened up to someone. It felt strange. Letting someone know small details about yourself. Making yourself vulnerable to them. Showing them how they could break you. But this was different. I felt like I was just becoming closer to him.

"We should do that someday. I mean the thought of just leaving for a whole day, not knowing where you are going, just finding an adventure."

"Definitely. You decide when the first time." I smiled at him.

"That's a deal." He looked down at his watch. "I think it's time I take you home. Don't want your parents to worry."

"Alright. Let's go." I grabbed my bag and was about to pay my part of the check, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed the money I left and paid completely. "I don't understand the need of being such a gentleman if this wasn't a date. Just two people hanging out."

"So, this wasn't a date?"

"You thought it was?" I thought about it. "What do you classify a date per se?"

"An outing in which two people go out and get to know each other a little bit more." What he said made sense. It had never dawned on me that this could have been anything other than just a casual outing, but not being too well versed in normal social encounters, let alone dating encounters. 

"Alright, you win. I have officially gone on my first date."

"No way. This could not have been your first date." When he saw the serious look on my face, he stopped chuckling. "I'm so sorry you had to have given you such a crappy first date. I promise I'll make up for it one day."

"Deal." We even shook on it. "Now let's get going before my parents know I'm late."

During the drive back, he pointed out different key places I should know when going around Beacon Hills as well as easier routes to these places. Although I was heavily grateful for all the useful tips, my brain could hardly remember the first route he showed me. 

When we got to my house, I noticed that my father's car was not in there. I guess they haven't arrived yet. I said goodbye to Derek and entered the house, thanking him for a lovely afternoon. I changed into workout attire and, deciding to stay home, went to the basement and started working out. After half an hour of running and half an hour of physical training, I decided it was enough and went to take a shower. I noticed that my parents weren't home yet.

"I wonder what's holding them back?" After my shower, I continued my current read of Pride and Prejudice. But something was bothering me, a thought that wouldn't leave my head.

I'm leaving once the year is over. Getting close to Derek will fuck me up once I leave. I've never had to say goodbye to anyone. I can't start now. I'll need to start avoiding him. Don't know how, but I must try.

I went downstairs to get a glass of water when I heard a knock on the door. It was Uncle Chris.

"Hey, Uncle Chris. What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for your father. Is he here?"

"No, I haven't seen him. I got here and neither mom nor dad was here. Is something wrong?"

"No. Just couldn't reach his cell. I'm sure he's fine. Have a good night, sweetheart." He kissed my forehead and left. I started to worry. What if something had happened?

So, I decided to call him. Fortunately, he picked up.

"Dad, where are you?"

"Oh, honey, I forgot to tell you. Your mom and I will be out for the rest of the week. We left some money on the first drawer of the right side of the kitchen island and if you want you can stay with your uncle."

"But Uncle Chris came by and he didn't know where you were. Does he know you left?"

"Oh, I forgot to call him. I'll do that right now. Goodnight, munchkin, go to sleep."

"Goodnight, dad. Love you."

"Love you too." I hung up the phone and went upstairs completely forgetting about the glass of water I went to drink.

My phone buzzed and I looked at the caller ID signaling that Isaac was calling.

"Hey, Isaac."

"Hey, (Y/N). Um, do you think you can pick me up?" Isaac said in between short pants.

"Sure, where are you?" I asked. He told me where he was, and I took the keys to my mother's car to look for Isaac. He looked scared and frantic when I neared the spot, he told me about. His physique also looked different. Usually, he would walk cowering but now he stood tall and seemed a bit more buff. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just, um, do you think I could stay with you tonight?"

"I guess." I started driving to my house. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, totally. Just tired." I took the hint. He didn't want to talk, and I wasn't going to press on.

At my house, I arranged the guest room and got him spare clothes to change into. He thanked me and left for the bathroom. Something was wrong. But what?

***

Three days had passed.

Three days that I had stayed in my house for my daily workout.

Three days that my phone had been buzzing with messages from Derek asking where I was.

Because three nights before I had decided to avoid Derek at all costs.

The only way to leave it all behind is if you don't associate yourself with anyone. That way you won't feel any remorse or pain once you disappear. One time when I left was when I was approximately six or seven years old, and I had to say goodbye to Allison since we were sharing a room at that time. The second time was when I had to leave Josie. After that, I started familiarizing myself with the feeling of loneliness.  It wasn't that bad once you remembered the fact that you would always see your parents when you got home, and everything would be better. Although, these days I had housed Isaac in my house, rare was the occasion that we interacted other than doing homework. Isaac would come home late in the night and quickly went to sleep. But, he stayed in my spare room for two nights and told me he had found a place to stay. He left thanking me for my hospitality.

When I finished my workout, I ran upstairs and took a shower. I changed from my stinky workout clothes to a plain white shirt and black jeans, obviously paired with my leather jacket. Once dressed I went downstairs and grabbed some cash to buy myself a muffin and a big coffee. Finally, I found the keys to my beautiful matte black Harley Fat Bob. My father had gotten me this motorcycle about two years back when he noticed I just kept crashing cars. The only thing I never crashed was his motorcycle and because he was worried I would, he bought me my own. I tend to wreck a lot of stuff. It's not intentional, I'm just clumsy at times.

I opened the door to the garage and noticed it sitting in a corner covered by a blanket. Once I took it off, I smiled. I passed my hand over the beautiful color, the smooth surface, the cold metal. It all felt familiar. A part of me. I grabbed my helmet and got on it. Once I sat my body felt relaxed, at ease. A spark of adrenaline was shot through my body when the engine came to life.

I backed up from the garage and went to the local café store. While waiting to pick up my order I noticed Derek walking in with his jogging clothes on. He still hasn't noticed me, too busy looking at the menu. When my name was called, he looked at me and called my name, but I ran out of the café with my order ignoring him.

When I got to the school everyone was staring at me. The new chick was now badass. I walked in with my backpack slung over my shoulder easing towards my locker.

"Hey there, gorgeous." I closed the locker door to see Jackson standing next to me. I rolled my eyes.

"Hi, Jackson. What do you want?"

"I was just wondering when you were free."

"Oh, well from tomorrow to never gonna happen. Get down from the cloud, buddy."

"Oh, come on, we both know you want some of this." He motioned over his body.

"Get over yourself." I scoffed.

"Babe, it doesn't hurt to try."

"I believe she's not interested, Jackson." A strawberry blonde girl appeared. Her confidence struck me like lightning, a very apparent aura of dominance radiating from within her.

"Why don't you mind your own business, Lydia. I'm talking to her, not you. You've already ruined everything else."

"Well, I think she has no business with you so why don't you scram?" With a huff and a puff, Jackson finally gave in and I turned to greet my hero, who was surprisingly accompanied by Allison.

"Thank you, so much. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"No problem. I'm Lydia, but you knew that."

"(Y/N). Argent." She motioned between Allison and me. "Cousins."

"Pleasure." Then the bell rang. "Guess I have a new best friend, (Y/N)." You guessed wrong.

I entered Mr. Harris' classroom and sat down next to Isaac and as usual Mr. Chatty Pants tried to hold a conversation from the table behind us. Seriously, how much can someone talk? I took out my notebook and started writing down everything the teacher was saying is the homework on the board. Stiles had finally gotten the hint and didn't talk to me the whole class. That was a relief. Maybe it was due to the fact he was too focused on the strawberry blonde who had saved my ass from Jackson.

The day went on quite smoothly except at lunch. It wasn't the same Erica that had fallen from the rock-climbing wall. She completely changed; a more confident walk, she was wearing makeup and tight-fitted clothing, and her hair was perfectly styled. She left the lunchroom after taking a bite off an apple seductively and Scott and Stiles followed, as did I. Curiosity had taken the best of me as to this overnight transformation.

She opened the front doors to the school and there he was. Derek Hale in his black Camaro with the biggest smirk on his face staring at Scott. When he directed his sight to me his smirk kind of fell but was brought up quickly. During that Erica had gotten inside the car and they left, together. I don't know why I was jealous because he meant nothing to me, but it broke my heart. I got nervous. I think Scott noticed because he looked at me worried.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" I nodded rapidly and out of breath. I had no idea what was happening.

"I think you're having a panic attack." Stiles pointed out handing me an inhaler.

"I used to have panic attacks, too." I inhaled a pump and my breathing seemed to normalize. "You okay now?"

"Yeah. Thanks." I handed him the inhaler.

"No, keep it. I don't need it anymore." I said a low thanks and walked back to school to head to my next class.

I felt extremely weird the rest of the day. Why did I feel that way when I saw Erica and Derek together? It wasn't like anything was going on between us. Also, he's far too old for me. Or maybe I'm too young. I don't know. But I couldn't shake off that sour taste of jealousy that the image of them left.

I knew I wanted to stay as far away as I could from hin but at this moment there was nothing more that I wanted than to be close to him.

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Bad Timing: Isaac Lahey

requested: by anonymous

pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mild (very mild) swearing, a bit of secondhand embarrassment

summary: You and Isaac can never seem to have feelings for each other at the right time.

a/n: Sorry things have been a bit slow! I’ve only got 2 weeks left before I go on vacation and then move into my dorm, so I’ve had a lot of cleaning/packing/shopping to do. I’ve been thinking about writing a bunch and then queueing it for when I’m away, so please send in as many requests as possible! Thank you to everyone who has supported my blog!

The first time you saw him, your mind went blank.

His curls were the first to catch your attention, the golden mess glimmering in the early morning sunlight that shone through the windows in your Chemistry classroom. He walked over to the lab table, ever so slowly and sleepily, before pulling out the stool and sitting down, resting his head on his arms, burying himself away from the light. You couldn’t help but stare, watching as his chest rose and fell with every breath, his body different than every other time you had seen him before.

Class started, bringing him out of his light slumber and back into reality. He didn't seem to be following the lesson at all, instead longingly staring out the window and then back at his hands, his eyes drifting across the room. You, on the other hand, were following perfectly fine, until Isaac would move, his body unable to sit still through the lecture. He would steal your attention for a moment, bringing you back into reality.

This continued for weeks. Slowly, the two of you exchanged names, and after a few weeks of staring, you began talking with each other. You learned through observation and conversation that he played lacrosse, he wasn’t really interested in school, and he had secrets to keep. He was mysterious, handsome, and quiet, three things that kept you begging for more.

Soon, you found yourself watching his games, your eyes following him down the hallway, and your mind unable to shake him.

“Do you know Isaac Lahey?” You asked your friends, sitting together at the lunch table.

Scott and Stiles practically spat out their food at the sound of his name, signaling to you that they knew something you might not.

“What do you want with Isaac?” Stiles asked, waiting for your answer as he sat across from you.

“We're lab partners," You confessed, “I’ve been getting to know him a bit better and I was wondering if you two knew him. Nothing weird.”

Scott smirked. “No, I think you’re hiding some of the truth here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, watching as the two boys exchanged knowing glances.

“(Y/N), you can’t be crushing on Isaac,” Stiles sighed, “He- He’s kind of a dick.”

“How well do you guys know him, hm?” You asked, “You guys just know him from lacrosse.”

“We know him a bit better than that,” Scott mumbled, “He’s not a good guy, (Y/N). He’s secretive, and he’s got some anger issues, and he’s- he’s- he’s just not a nice guy. Believe me.”

“It’s hard to believe you when you don’t know him,” You sighed, “Whatever. I bet someday he’ll win you guys over.”

Scott and Stiles rolled their eyes, refusing to believe the words coming out of your mouth. They didn’t want to know Isaac Lahey, but if things went your way, someday they would.

Soon, you and Isaac exchanged numbers to work on a project together for Chemistry. You agreed to meet in the library after school, where all of the resources you could possibly need were waiting for you. You got there first, scoping out a table and pulling out your materials to begin working. You continually checked your phone and the door, waiting for Isaac to appear.

An hour passed before your phone finally buzzed with a text.

Sorry, I can’t make it today. Something came up.

You sighed, nodding as you typed out a response.

That's fine. We can just meet tomorrow.

You looked around the empty library, everyone already off to their after school activities or catching the late bus to get home. You packed up your things, closing your laptop and notebooks before shoving everything into your bag, trying to hide the look of defeat that snuck upon your face.

“Sorry for standing you up yesterday,” Isaac sighed, sliding into the seat next to you in the library, “Where do we start?”

You and Isaac worked for the better part of two hours before the librarians began to kick you out. Not only did you two get a majority of the project done, but you and Isaac were quick to make jokes and laugh with each other, his shell finally opening up to you. After packing everything up and heading out into the hallway, you and Isaac walked through the empty halls towards the parking lot.

“Y’know, we should hang out more,” You smiled, “You're a really fun guy.”

“Yeah,” Isaac smiled, “It’s been really cool getting to know you over the past few weeks.” He stopped, pushing open the door for you before following your through it. The two of you stopped, standing on the front steps of the school, the sunset creating a glow that seemed to set a certain kind of mood.

The next time the two of you hung out, it was at your house.

You had invited him over, using the project as an excuse to see him again. Your family was out for the day, meaning you two had the house to yourselves. When you heard the doorbell ring, you practically ran across the house to grab the door.

“Hey,” You smiled, "Come on in.”

You led Isaac into the dining room, where the two of you would finally finish the project. After, you found an excuse to lead him into the living room, the two of you seated closely on the couch, a sort of tension growing between you.

“I’m kinda sad this project is over,” You sighed, “It’s really fun working with you.” Isaac nodded in agreement, his normal mysterious and quiet personality coming back out. His eyes drifted around the room, then meeting yours quickly before rushing away. You could tell he was nervous, as if he had something to tell you, a confession to make that would lead to something greater.

You leaned forward before his hands caught your shoulders.

“I’m not- I’m not into you like that,” Isaac stuttered nervously, “Sorry.” He was now avoiding eye contact even more, his hands clinging to his body nervously. You had moved across the couch, concerned that you read his signals completely wrong. “I should go.”

You nodded, watching as Isaac stood, heading out of the living room to grab his things. You could hear him move things around in the dining room, trying to fight back tears of frustration, before you heard the front door open and close.

How could you not see this coming?

It had been months, now, since your awkward encounter with Isaac. Summer had come and gone, and with it came a newfound knowledge of everything supernatural. It was about time Scott and Stiles finally shared their secrets with you, welcoming you into the pack with open arms. Though originally hesitant, Scott and Stiles were happy they made that decision.

As junior year started, you were thrown into a mess of supernatural conflict, with the alpha pack and suspicious sacrifices. Now that you and Isaac were working together more often, you almost forgot all about how different the two of you were a few months before, the tension turning into teamwork. For you, it was in the past, your attraction to him no longer prevalent. It wasn’t that Isaac wasn’t attractive, but your feelings for him had changed. He was a pack member, a friend, and an ally. He was far from anything romantic.

For Isaac, working with you had changed his view of you, too. He once saw you as clingy and a little annoying, but now he realized you were badass and intelligent, caring and strong. He strived to have your courage and ambition, while also admiring your softer side and your strong feelings of protectiveness towards your friends.

It was hard for him to admit it, but he had begun to grow feelings for you. He didn’t realize it at first, but soon, but through every movement of your body as you ran in the woods, through every word that fell from your lips, Isaac’s heart was racing, his eyes watching carefully, and his mind going blank.

“Dude, are you okay?” Scott whispered, a hand placed on Isaac’s shoulder as the two boys stood off on the lacrosse field, “You’ve seemed off lately.”

“Yeah,” Isaac nodded, “I’m just… confused about a few things, that’s all.”

Scott nodded, running back into the game. Isaac turned, watching as you sat on the bleachers, wrapped in a warm blanket, a book sitting on your lap as your fingers carefully turned the pages. You were completely oblivious to his stares, the wind the only thing breaking you from whatever world you had entered through the pages of the book.

It was in this moment that Isaac realized he was in love with you.

And it was your smile lighting up as Scott walked up to you, your eyes filled with the same longing that Isaac’s were filled with, that he realized he missed his chance.

[derekhaleimagines]

Lawful Tease pt.11

Tags: @the-shewxlf, @megant22, @sexywolfsfordays, @houseofrahl, @sterek-basically, @kittycatgirlmaddie, @misshinehou, @unbreakablevoices, @champagneblues, @dallysgreasergirl, @juliaspnlover, @cineyou, @lipstickstainsandwerewolfchains, @fallenangel-13x, @urwarriorangel, @bless-my-demons, @lunaskyhunter, @arkhamirwin, @fangirlnerd101​, @m-a-t-91​, @meanwhilesmiley​, @edithambroreigns​, @totallovelesson​@kxttykatmichael​

Word count: 2924

Author’s note: The penultimate part is finally here!! I took so long to write it not only because I had life going on, but also because I had no idea how to write it adequately. I’m still unsure about it, so I apologise in advance if anything I included is not how it would go in reality. (I have no idea how an actual hearing works.) Anyways, enjoy! :3

Betas: I didn’t send this to my Pack because I wanted this posted asap, but I’m including them anyway: @i-am-a-misguided-misfit, @lipstickstainsandwerewolfchains, @mixed-up-fangirl, @kittycatgirlmaddie, @fallenangel-13x, @the-shewxlf, @b-chocolatelover, @from2016, @safiac, @random-fandom-fangirl2112

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A loud thud reverberates around in the huge room, so authoritative that the low buzzing of hushed conversations die out, and everyone who has been standing goes to find their seats and take them. My heart is beating furiously fast in my gullet, and I can’t help my leg as it keeps bouncing against the ground—I had slipped my foot out of the high-heel, so that it won’t be audible to the other people in the court. My hands are squeezed between my thighs, and I’m chewing my lower lip on end. From the corner of my eye, I can see Derek’s profile, sitting with his back straight, shoulders squared, like the attorney that came to win. He radiates confidence and pride so intensely, it surprises me that it hasn’t affected me yet.

Then my eyes wander further than him—wander to the other table where Matt and Turing are sat. Like Derek, they are both listening to the judge’s summary about the case and what has happened so far; it makes me the only one not giving a fudge about the man’s speech. The man, who looks so strict he makes me want to wince and flee. Albeit Derek told me yesterday that we have luck with the judge, for him not maintaining a nice, personal connection with either of the lawyers, I’m still on edge. However, I keep reminding myself that no matter what, I can at least keep holding on to this tiny fact—this can give me a chance to convince the judge to decide for our sake with just a touch of act, pulling the hidden, deeply buried side of me that hasn’t shown her face in my life before; the damsel in distress.

I just have to find the perfect amount of the lost little desperate girl, and we should be fine. Derek did his best to prepare me for that moment, and Peter is soon to come, so I have to prove him wrong about me. I need him to know that I love Derek, and I would do anything for him—even romanticising a little in my testimony. The presence of Lydia and Allison helps a little, too.

When Derek opens the folder in front of him, spreading the papers on the table, I realise that the judge is almost done with his talk, so I force myself to leave the realm of my mind to focus my attention on the task at hand. I’ve never been good at marketing myself, nor persuading huge amounts of people, but when I gave voice to this worry of mine, Derek simply told me it should be okay, because half of the jury was handpicked out by him personally, and they will most likely choose to support me, not Matt.

The judge announces that it’s time for the plaintiff to share, and I have to look to my right where Derek is still sitting, casting a beaming smile at me so reassuring that my knees nearly give out. I’m not sure if the grin I send him back is a grin at all, or just a nervous twitch of the corner of my mouth that conveys clearly how scared I am. I approach the privileged seat, extremely self-conscious and aware of my high-heels clicking loudly on the marble floor, fingers constantly cracking my knuckles as I risk a quick glance at the jury—mostly men, which Derek told me was because men’s natural instinct is to protect what they have developed a liking to. The majority of the women were also abused, one was even involved in a rape a couple years ago. Derek really did prepare for this; to him, this is practically a war that he has to win, and for that, he chose the best soldiers to aid his plan.

The judge has me swear with my hand rested on the Bible that I will not lie during my testimony nor when the defendant’s attorney is asking me questions, then I start. I start with a deep breath and closing my eyes. I remind myself that I must be the helpless victim to everyone here.

“I have known Matt for a long while,” I state, sinking a nail into the flesh of my palm, hoping that the sting will help me ease my nerves; the sharp sensation is tickling my nape. “We were close friends, and I had no idea he was taking photos of me without my knowledge. I also didn’t know about him wishing to have something more with me. He never told me about how attracted he was to me. This is why, when I first heard about the photoshopped pictures, I was shocked, disappointed and scared.” I look at the jury before going on. “I felt exposed.” I avert my gaze to continue looking at the people sitting in the rows in the back. “I felt betrayed, and the vulnerability scared me; I lost a friend,” I stress. “I’ve always had a hardship trusting people, but I thought Matt would be different. But I was proven wrong, and it made me unsure about my ability of telling trustworthy and untrustworthy people apart. It made me feel like I personally gave way to the burglar into my home.”

The judge makes a disapproving face which I hope is because he has antipathy towards Matt now. He looks at Turing, tells him he is now allowed to ask me questions, and the attorney is already on his feet, strolling towards me with a smug smirk on his lips. He reminds me of a python in the process of circling its victim.

“You stated that you didn’t know about the pictures. So who told you about them?”

“Mr. Hale and Mr. Lahey had been investigating to figure out the identity of the girl in the pictures. They found out it was me, and they informed me about what Matt had been doing,” I answer. For a second, I glance at Derek, who nods with a motion so tiny I doubt anyone else noticed it besides me.

“Did they know you two were friends?”

“No.”

“Where did you think Matt has gone when he wasn’t with you?”

“He said he was going to travel back to visit his parents for some family business, that’s why I shouldn’t be expecting to see him for a while.”

“Here you stated you had a great people skill... so how come you’ve never noticed he was stalking you? Couldn’t it be because you weren’t paying attention enough? Because you weren’t as great a friend as you think and he felt like he needed to bridge the distance that you put between you two?”

“Irrelevant,” Derek speaks up out of the blue, bolting up from where he was sitting. His eyes are burning with protective fury as he goes on, “This is personal, and is implying that my protegee wanted to be the victim of a stalker.”

The judge doesn’t take long to decide. He nods curtly to Derek to go on.

“We are discussing stalker behaviour, and it isn’t related to the victim’s attitude. Also, in the pictures, it is clearly obvious that the defendant wasn’t just ‘bridging some distance’ between him and a friend who he felt like departed,” he says, skimming through the printouts of the photos to search for one that evidences his statement. Upon finding it, he strides over to the judge to show it to him. “My protegee told me they were close. I also have other people to prove that, if your Honour wishes to listen to their testimonies, too.”

The judge dismisses his offer by pushing the picture to the side of his desk and shaking his head no. “There’s no need to do that. The intent was clearly not the wish to bring two people closer again.” The faintest shadows of a smug half-smile appears on Derek’s lips, but it’s gone as fast as it came. It helps me calm down.

“Now comes the defendant’s testimony,” the judge announces, and I switch places with Matt. When I peek at the jury, I can see pitiful looks, understanding, sympathy and protectiveness on their faces, all of these emotions directed at me.

“As y/n said, we were indeed friends. However, I didn’t have the feeling of us growing apart; I edited the photos for a bet,” he says. When Derek stiffens next to me, the nervousness seeps back into my bones in a fraction of a second. He leans closer to me so that he can whisper to me without anyone else hearing what he tells me, “This is the idea that Erica told me about. The one Turing pulled out of thin air.”

Matt continues, “I had no intentions of doing anything that the photos depict. I just needed money, and studying at a university isn’t exactly easy with a flimsy job at a CD shop.”

Some members of the jury start whispering to each other, which makes me even more worried. Are they ditching their opinion for Matt’s sake? Are they switching sides now, after a potential lie? What will Derek do now? When Turing speaks up, informing everyone that he has the guy here who started the bet, Derek’s hand clenches into a fist so tight, a nerve is jumping under his skin that has gone white under the force of his pure anger. I need to swallow to get rid of the lump that’s choking me. Peter must be here by now—must have arrived during my turn to talk—I just didn’t pay attention to him, for having been too preoccupied with persuading the judge and the jury of my right.

When, after asking Derek whether he had any questions to the defendant and he said no, the judge allows the defence to bring their other witness to the spotlight, I know for sure that Derek is going to lose. He’s already acting like the defeated party, leaving me with no hope and a bitter taste in my mouth—must be bile, if the soft biting of it is anything to go by.

The guy introduces himself to us, then explains he has this hobby of betting people for money. Of course, the more inappropriate the dare is, the more money the person is going to be rewarded. His testimony is brief, but pithy and convincing.

This time, though, Derek takes the opportunity to question to the guy.

“Patrick, you said you dare not only Matt, but other people, too,” he starts, to which Patrick nods in assurance. “Where do you get all that money from? I assume it’s not just ten bucks you give to corrupt people.”

“My parents are entrepreneurs,” he shrugs casually, like he has no care in the world. “They are self-employed and have a lot of money. They give me some. Having an own business of bets is better than spending that money on drugs, isn’t it?”

“Meaning you think it’s okay to stalk others?”

“If they are willing to do that for the money, then who cares?” I notice Turing motioning to him to take back the edge of his answers to appear more prepossessing to the jury. I’m getting sicker by the minute.

“How did Matt and you find each other?” Derek goes on.

“It was me to approach him at first. It’s always easy to find clients at crappy places, like the CD shop he was employed in. It’s easy; I just go inside, start a conversation with people, and if I have a feeling they would be up to getting money so easily, I make an offer. I have great people skills, you see,” he grins, deliberately directing that disgusting expression to me. I glower at him, but he doesn’t even bat an eye, just looks back at Derek.

“Do your parents know about this business you’re running?”

“Irrelevant,” Turing chimes in, and the judge nods, telling Derek to inquire something that has to do with the case.

“So you were saying that you have great people skills. How did you manage to convince Matt?”

“Matt was easy. He had financial issues, you see, and I offered him help. I promised him he wouldn’t have a problem about tuition fee, at least for this semester. He agreed.”

“What is your parents’ business about?”

“Irrelevant,” Turing interjects again, evoking fury in me, burning inside me besides the buzzing anxiety. Why won’t he let Derek ask his questions? The judge dismisses him again.

“How did the talk go?”

“Matt came to me, asked how much I’d pay, and we consented.”

Derek hums, tone at ease this time, so is his posture. He’s jovial as he says, “You just said it was you to approach him at first.”

“That is not a question,” Turing stands again, cutting Derek off. However, this time the judge elects for Derek’s sake to go on with his interrogation. Patrick is visibly vibrating now; not with smug confidence that he’s been conveying, but fright that a cornered victim would express. He launches his explanation to his previous mistake.

“I-I did approach him first, he just came back to me a while later to officially agree to my terms and give his word.”

“But here you stated that it was an immediate, on-the-spot decision. We can check it in the record, if you must,” Derek offers suavely.

At this moment, I can’t help the smile that tugs the corners of my lips widely apart, so I settle for tilting my head forwards to hide it as best as I can. Derek is indeed a great attorney; he recognised that Patrick was giving a fake testimony, and he made it his purpose to catch him on a lie, which he achieved by deliberately asking questions he knew would be dismissed. This way, he was playing with Patrick’s mind, luring him into believing he sucked at his job and would therefore make Patrick think he would be easy to lie to, which is why Patrick paid less attention to what he was saying, thinking he could get away with it anyway. Derek realised that Patrick’s weakness would be his pride, and he took advantage of that knowledge.

The judge signs to us with his gavel that the hearing is done, and he shall retreat with the jury for half an hour to make a final decision. As Patrick scrambles off of the seat to approach Matt and Turing, I can see the lawyer chiding him with his bare gaze. The boy even hunches his shoulders to try to look as small as possible.

As for Derek, he returns to me with a beaming smile, winking at me playfully before jerking his head towards the exit where the people are already filing out to the hallway. He collects the printouts, arranges them back into the folder, then makes a beeline for one of the doors. I follow him, and on our way out, Lydia, Allison and Peter join us, too. Outside, I sit on the bench that’s stood along the wall, whereas the others stay stood.

“This is already decided,” Peter states, patting his nephew’s shoulder twice with a tiny smile. That is probably the most we can expect from him, but the way Derek looks now tells me exactly how positively ruffling that sentence was to his pride. Peter turns to Lydia with his arm offered then, which the girl accepts, and he leads her away to invite her for a cup of coffee.

“That was awesome,” Allison praises. “I have no idea how you did it. For a while I thought you were going to lose, but then you flipped it over again.”

Derek shrugs, suddenly unexpectedly shy, “It was no big deal. It’s my job to spot a liar, it’s just not explicitly included in my job description.”

Allison gives him a fond smile, then excuses herself to leave with Isaac and give us some alone time.

“She’s right, you know,” I say, to which Derek chuckles.

“I can’t wait to get away from the court,” he responds; I know what he means by that, and I know he can’t tell me word by word what he means, because he wouldn’t want to risk Turing hearing him over and letting him know about our relationship. He adds as he sits down next to me, “I’m tired.”

“Yeah, me, too. Worrying consumes more energy than one would think.”

“Agreed,” he says. Us having a small talk feels alien to me—our conversations always have a depth to them, but right here, we can’t afford the luxury of letting other people get wind of how much we actually enjoy each other’s company.

“What do you think will happen to him?”

Derek lifts his shoulders in a slow, lazy shrug, “I don’t know for sure. It has been proven that the bet was just a fake excuse, so I wouldn’t exactly expect anything nice for him in the future.” I know this was the softer version of ‘he will probably be sentenced to jail’.

The thirty minutes pass faster than I anticipated, and in no time, we are called back to the court to hear the ultimate decision. The judge gives us another summary of what happened half an hour ago, before cutting to the chase.

“Matt Daehler was found guilty of stalking y/n Wilson. The verdict is that Mr. Daehler must spend five years in prison. The ransom is 500,000 dollars.”

The loud smack of the gavel justifies the sentence.

[shadowscrybe]

Metamorphosis- Chapter 2

Requested: no

Summary: You’re Melissa’s “adopted” daughter after her best friend died and left you to her. Scott pretty much ignores you until one day he randomly starts hovering over you. Then this new kid Isaac comes along and Scott takes him in so quickly. You resent them both until…

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: YAY! An Isaac chapter I’m so lit you guys. I have 4 done. I might post 3 and 4 together because 4 was the first chapter I wrote. Tell me what you guys think and what you want to see in more chapters!

High school is the best form of mass information spreading. For example, when you fall down the steps, the whole school will know before you hit the bottom. So when someone’s parent shows up dead, you’re bound to hear about it.

His name was something unimportant. We all knew what he did to his son. It was obvious to everyone but the people who could’ve done something about it.

The only reason I know it happened is because his son is in my chemistry class. I don’t remember his name. Ian something?

He walks into third period with confidence in his step. Not the way someone who’s just lost a loving parent would appear. The second he sits down he’s flooded by people giving their condolences. Something is so different about this kid. He usually sits there trying to make himself smaller, making as little noise as possible. Today he’s sitting back in his chair with disdain.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” One spritely blonde says as she put her hand over her heart.  

“I’m sure he loved you very much.” He flinches slightly at that one.

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I’m here for you,” says someone who has definitely never spoken to him in his life.

I am the only one in this class who’s actually sitting down in their seat not bothering this guy. Mostly because I don’t know him and I don’t feel bad for him. It’s obvious he doesn't feel bad either.

By the time lunch comes around, one back corner table is surrounded by a mass of people. I can’t see him sitting there behind the wall of people, but I can see Erica Reyes and the kid everyone calls Boyd angrily sulking in the corner. Erica keeps yelling at people who walk by her and touch her. We were almost friends once. We had gym together in sixth grade until she had one of her seizures and was pulled from the class. She doesn’t seem to have a problem with that anymore, though.

I can’t take it anymore. If that were me I’d be pissed. I can’t even stand it when people apologize for my mom. Why apologize for something that isn’t your fault? Before I know it I’m stomping over to the curly haired stranger.

I approach him with my cheeks burning and I can feel myself breathing heavy. He is so much more attractive up close. His face says he's uninterested in what I have to say. It’s oddly cute. I’m completely dazed in how blue his eyes are. They’re the type of blue that has stripes of darker and lighter shade and even some almost white.

He raises his eyebrows at me waiting for my consolation. “Congratulations.” I blurt out.

It seems like everyone in the cafeteria turned towards me in the next instant audibly gasping together. Erica bursts into laughter and grabs onto Boyd’s arm who doesn’t have a frown on, so I assume that’s his smile. The blue-eyed boy smiles for the first time. I give myself a reassuring nod and turn on my heels and leave the cafeteria.

What did I just do? What if he really liked his dad? I mean, I know he was cruel, but it was his dad. What if he loved him in his own way? No, he smiled. Maybe he thought I was insane.

“Y/N!” I hear Scott call from down the hallway. I stop but don’t turn around. He runs up to me, eyes wide. “What did you say to Isaac Lahey?”

Oh, his name is Isaac. Well Ian is close. “I didn’t know his name was Isaac,” is all I say and move around him to leave. Allison comes up behind Scott.

“Wait,” he barely touches my arm to stop me. “Are you friends with him?”

“What’d you say to him?” Allison asks again.

“Congrats,” I respond abruptly. “And what does it matter?” I say to Scott.

“Don’t talk to him.” He orders.

“You don't get to tell me what to do.”

“I'm serious, Y/N. He’s not a good guy. Stay away from him.”

“What if he’s a good friend of mine?”

“You just said you didn’t know what his name was.” Allison interjects.

“I don’t know him. I thought his name was Ian until just now.”

“Ian.” She repeats and giggles.

“Am I free to go, sir?” I mock. Scott turns to the side and I walk past him the way he does to me every morning. The gall to try to tell me who I can talk to when he doesn’t even talk to me.

The next day in chemistry, Isaac- not Ian- and I make more eye contact than is considered socially acceptable. My neck flushes red and I am very aware of how I keep breathing in and out. I feel like I’ve just ran up a set of stairs. He’s attractive, I won’t lie. I know he’s not looking at me because I’m attractive. We’re on two different levels. He can go up to pretty much anyone and get what he wants. I have to wait until someone comes up to me and even then it’s never to ask me out. He always looks mad to appear unapproachable so no one talks to him. That’s working out real well for you, I think at him. I realize I’ve been staring at him thinking all of this. I cringe at myself as I put my head down. He was probably looking at you because you look like you’re going to pass out, you idiot.

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“Oh no.” I say as I watch the lacrosse boys run on the field. I didn’t know Isaac was on the team. If he sees me he’s going to think I’m stalking him.

“What?” Allison says as she sits down next to me like it's the most natural thing to do.

“Uh, nothing.” I close my backpack, trying to not take up much of her space.

“It’s gotta be something.” She presses. She crosses her legs and pulls out her English notebook.

“What’s going on?” Lydia Martin plops down on my other side. My eyes go wide and I sit up straight going stiff. Do they know it's me? Are they aware I’m here?

“Lydia, this is Y/N, Scott’s sister.” She introduces me as his sister even after he made the distinction. This sweet dark haired girl has made me feel more like family in less than three conversations than my own brother.

“I know.” She says checking her lipstick in a compact mirror. “You have a higher math grade than I do.” She sneered at me.

“So, what's wrong?” Allison doesn’t forget. She seems like the person who when you get talked over acknowledges you and says ‘keep going’. They both turn towards me locking me in between them.

“Uh, this guy I keep having awkward encounters with is on the team.”

“Who?” They say unanimously, leaning in closer.

“Isaac Lahey.”

“Who’s that?” Lydia asks. I have never spoken to this girl. My nerves are electrified. I have no idea what's going on. They’re just sitting with me.

“Number fourteen, right?” Allison answers.

“I think so. I'm not sure, they're in practice uniforms. I don't know if that makes a difference.” What am I doing?

“This is boring, we should go do something instead of sit here. We have an hour before they’re done.” Lydia reaches across me to touch Allison’s leg, “Let’s go buy that homecoming dress.”

“Okay.” She puts her notebook away and the girls get up to walk down the bleachers.

“Are you coming?” Lydia asks me.

“Thanks, but I’m good. I have that math grade to keep up on.” I finger-gun at them. Allison laughs and Lydia narrows her eyes on me.

“She didn’t mean you had a choice.” Allison explains.

“Oh...” I can’t help but smile as I put my stuff away. I’m so excited I just shove everything in there, not putting papers in their right folders. If I go too slow they might change their mind.

When we get to the mall Lydia lights up. She half runs into every store and she’s the one in heels. I feel so out of my comfort zone. The girls never leave me out though. They keep asking my opinions and throw dresses at me to try on. I explain I’m not going because it makes me uncomfortable.

Lydia opened her mouth to protest but Allison says, “That’s okay, we’ll just do something together after.” They just assumed we’re going to be hanging out after. They have accepted me so fast. I didn’t even plan for this to happen.

“What’s happening here?” I ask in the car on the way back.

“What do you mean?” Allison turns around to me. Lydia flicks her eyes to the rearview mirror.

“Like what are we doing here? Why are you guys hanging out with me?”

“We wanted to hang out?” She says like it's common sense.

“Lydia, I’ve never talked to you a day in my life, and now I’m riding in the back of your car from picking out homecoming dresses.” I’m going to ruin this for myself. They’re going to regret taking me.

“Allison talks about you and Scott all the time. I might as well have met you to see what all the hype was about.”

“Y/N, you're our friend. So the mall isn’t your scene, got it. Next time we’ll do something you want to do.” Allison offers.

“Wait, we’re friends?” Both girls laugh at the joke I didn't know I made.

“Yes, oh my god.” Allison turns around as we get to the school. Lacrosse practice seems to have ended early. Scott is leaning against my car. When he sees me get out of Lydia’s car he does a double take.

“Hey, babe.” Allison greets walking up to kiss him.

“Where have you guys been?”

“Mall.” Lydia says across the passenger side out the window.

“Gotta go,” Allison kisses him goodbye and hugs me. “See you tomorrow?” I look back at Scott who’s not looking at her. She meant me. I quickly nod trying to blanket over my awkwardness. She gets in Lydia’s car and they drive away.

“You’re friends with Allison and Lydia now?” He asks pulling on the door handle repeatedly waiting for me to unlock it.

“I guess so.” I smile the whole ride home. 

[mystiika]

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