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Anya Smith had never been into the stuff of fairytales and old legends. She hated the idea of a happily ever after and a love at first sight. It seemed impractical to her. Nobody could ever fall in love on first sight, could they? It took Anya nearly three years to realize she liked a guy. She wasn't used to it and she just missed all the signs. On the other hand, her best friend Lydia seemed to be getting everything she wanted, everything that happened to the Lost Princess from a legend or to that Damsel in Distress who was saved by the prince, happened to her. Anya never really got jealous of Lydia but she grew to hate stories and fairytales. Anything like that got on her nerves, which is why she absolutely dreaded sitting next to a shot-to-popularity, leather jacket wearing, werewolf in chemistry class.
Anya stared at him. He seemed uninterested in whatever game they were all playing. He was fiddling with a piece of paper, acting completely oblivious to the things happening around him. Acting completely normal as if he wasn't plotting to tear her best friend apart with his fangs right this moment. Anya kept looking at him, almost as if she were expecting a reaction because well, anything would be better than nothing. Was this Isaac person so naive that he didn't know that he was sitting with his future victim's best friend? Or did he just not care?
Slowly, he turned his head to look at her and did something Anya hadn't expected. He just looked back at the paper he was holding, as if she wasn't even there!
Anya cleared her throat and realized that it didn't matter to her if Isaac Lahey noticed her or not. So she straightened her posture and started working on the experiment. She did notice Stiles leaning towards them and he said "If you harm one perfect strawberry blonde hair on her head, I'm gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present"
Anya heard Isaac laugh next to her as he leaned forward towards Stiles, who was sitting next to Anya.
"Really? I've never actually been to one of her big, invite-only birthday parties" Isaac said. Anya shrunk back in her seat as she watched the two them face each other. She could practically feel their blood boiling.
"I did ask her out once though" Isaac said and grabbed the substances from Anya who was failing to do the experiment properly. She quickly took them back and gave him a look after adding "I can do it myself"
"That sounds like the beginning of a heartfelt story, I'm gonna pass thanks" Stiles said sarcastically. Anya glared at him and leaned over to whisper "Can you shut up? You're not letting me concentrate"
"It was the first day of freshman year…" Isaac continued and Anya glanced at him. What the hell was wrong with these people?
"And you thought everything was going to be different for you in high school" Stiles butted in "But she said no"
"Can you stop talking?" Anya said. Isaac let out a soft chuckle "Yeah, she even laughed"
Anya's eyes widened in frustration. Were they really going to ignore her? Pretend she wasn't there?
"Told me to come back when the bike I rode to school had an engine, not a chain" Isaac said still laughing. He glanced towards Stiles at the last part and it's like Anya could feel his gaze go right through her.
"Unrequited love's a bitch" Stiles commented, clearly enjoying the fact that Lydia turned down Isaac "Maybe you should write about it in English class, channel all that negative energy?" Stiles suggested.
"Nah" Isaac said almost immediately "I was thinking I'd channel it into killing her"
Anya's head snapped up at that.
"I'm not very good at writing" He added.
"Stilinski, get up from there. Clearly you and Mr. Lahey have a lot to talk about but I'd prefer if you do it somewhere other than my class" Mr. Harris said, approaching their desk. Stiles looked ashamed as he grabbed his things and moved to his rightful table.
"Are you serious?" Anya said softly. Isaac turned to look at her. He had a questioning look on his face.
"Are you really going to kill Lydia?" Anya asked. Isaac stared at her for a minute and then said "I didn't know Stiles and Scott recruited girls in their supernatural lessons"
"Well, I know, so are you really going to do it?" She answered. Isaac shrugged and said "I have to otherwise she's gonna kill us"
"What do you mean?" Anya asked leaning forward.
"Clearly they didn't tell you everything" Isaac said.
"What do you mean Lydia is going to kill us? I know her, she would never do that" Anya pressed him, eager to get answers.
"You don't know her" Isaac simply said. The bell rang and Mr. Harris told them to switch partners. Anya saw that the seat next to Lydia was empty and Isaac got up. Anya looked to her best friend and then at Isaac who seemed intent on ending her life. So in a quick gesture, Anya grabbed Isaac's hand and said "Please don't hurt her"
Isaac flinched at the touch and looked down at their hands. Anya's hand was so small it barely fit into Isaac's palm.
"I don't think so" He stated and pulled his hand away before going to sit with Lydia. Anya sighed. She really had no idea what was going on. She needed to find out. So she grabbed her books and made a beeline for Scott's table before someone else sat down.
"Scott, you need to tell me everything" She said in a rushed whisper.
He looked at her confused before adding "Right now is not a good time"
"Actually…" Anya said, glancing down at her hand where there were nail markings and blood slowly seeped out of them, where Isaac's hand had been.
"I think right now is a perfect time"