The first time he saw her, he was immediatley alarmed. Historically, new people in Beacon Hills meant bad things. She didn't look dangerous, but then again, Allison didn't either and she had nearly killed him once. He decided to take it upon himself to watch her, to keep an eye on her to make sure she was normal.

She was pretty, he thought, with long and wavy auburn hair and chocolate brown eyes that contrasted with her hair and her porcelin skin. She was very thin. Almost too thin. That was good, she probably wasn't much of a threat in that respect. Even Lydia could probably beat her up. Unless of course she was a werewolf or a hunter or a druid or a darach or some other supernatural being that they weren't yet aware of. Maybe she was like the twins, and could shift into some very large person. No, probably not. She didn't have a twin, not that Isaac had seen, and besides, he hadn't even heard of anyone else being able to do that but them.

She was in four of his seven classes. Her name was Magdalena McGuire, she was from Boston. She preferred to go by Lena. She recited the same mantra at the beginning of every class when the teacher made her stand in the front of the room, and as soon as she was dismissed she made a beeline for the back of the room. So did he though, so it was good for observation purposes. She didn't talk to anyone. Isaac guessed this had something to do with being a new student, especially once the school year had already started. He almost felt bad for her. But he reminded himself that she could very well wind up killing him, so he put off feeling sorry for her for the time being.

She had a book with her, and she was reading it anytime she got the chance. At first, this had raised his suspicion, but then he managed to catch the title. It was Macbeth. A bit gruesome, but Shakespeare never hurt anyone. Except his characters, Isaac thought, and laughed audibly before stifling it quickly. She looked at him, and gave him a small smile before turning back to her book.

During the classes he didn't have with her, he made at least one visit to the bathroom, so he could look in the window of the door of her classroom. In the two he saw her, in the back of the room, reading her book.

Then, when he had PE, she was nowhere to be found. She would have had to take it the same period as him, she had academic classes all her other periods. He let it go as he started the cross country run that was his gym class. He was nearing the end and circling around the side of the school when he saw her, sitting on a bench reading. He stopped in front of her. She looked up.

"Uhm, hi, I'm Isaac. Isaac Lahey. We have a couple classes together." He jolted forward a bit to extend his hand. She took it.

"I'm Lena, but you already know that. I've seen you watching me. I'm not blind, you know." She smiled up at him.

"Oh, uh, well we don't get a lot of new people here," he said.

"I get it. It happens everywhere I go. I've been to lots of different schools."

"Oh, why's that?" Isaac asked. It could have some supernatural explanation. He tuned his hearing to the rhythm of her heart.

"My dad was in the army." Her heartbeat was steady.

"Oh cool. So, how come you get out of gym?" he asked, trying to be as casual as possible. She seemed normal. And nice. Smart, as her Shakespeare had indicated, and she was so pretty.

"Oh, my mom would never hear of it. I'm a ballet dancer. I just got some paperwork signed and that was that. If I got hurt in gym my mom would literally have a fit." she smiled again.

"Ballerina, huh? So, you're flexible?" Isaac asked, grinning.

"Of course, I've seriously never heard that before, you're so original," she said, but she maintained her smile. "Shouldn't you be finishing up with your run? I think about half of your class already passed you."

"Yeah, I probably should do that I guess. See you later, Magdalena," he said, already running away.

"It's Lena!" she called after him, chuckling just a little as he turned back to smile.

"So Isaac, what's the word about the new-girl?" Stiles asked Isaac as he approached him in the locker room.

"I think she's normal, but I'm not sure. I'm not even sure if there's a way to be sure."

"Hey, yeah, cool, she's hot, though, right?" Stiles said. Isaac shoved his shoulder and made a noise of disgust.

"Come on man, seriously?"

"What, you can't blame a guy for noticing, I mean she's attractive and hey, maybe this is my chance to keep from being sacrificed as a virgin! It's just logic."

"Well she's probably the only girl you'd have a chance with."

"Oh, really? You think so? Great, that's great."

"Well, that is until you open your mouth. All you've got going now is that she doesn't know you."

"Oh gee, Isaac, thanks bro, way to help a guy out." Stiles said, as he walked away, back to Scott. Isaac turned to exchange a look with Boyd, the kind they normally did when Stiles was around, but of course, Boyd wasn't there. Right.

Isaac slammed his locker and stormed out of the locker room.

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