Sitting on the bench that was placed just outside of the school's office, Isaac sat tapping his foot against the floor nervously. He really hadn't meant to get into trouble, but when one of the other students had shoved him against the locker (accident or not), he socked the freshman boy who was at fault. Unfortunately for Isaac, the vice principal was standing right behind him when it happened and now he was waiting to be called back into Principal Fletcher's office. "Mr. Lahey," a woman's voice called out, it was Mrs. Best. She had stuck her head out of the office door and called for Isaac, "Mr. Fletcher is ready to see you now," at that, she opened the door all the way for him to come through.
Isaac stood to his feet and followed the woman into the school's office, when you first walked in it was just a spacious room with Mrs. Best's desk in the center and behind it were a few doors leading into various other offices, including the principal's. Isaac watched as the freshman named Cole walked out of the office sporting a busted lip. After leaving the main office, Isaac walked up to the door with the plague that read 'Thomas Fletcher' and knocked a bit hesitantly. "Come in," the deep voice of his principal called out.
Opening the door, Isaac slipped in before closing the door softly behind him and sitting at the chair in front Thomas' desk. "Hello, Mr. Fletcher," Isaac said a bit awkwardly. He wasn't really sure what to say in a moment like this, he'd never been in trouble at school before except for a few minor things, but never had he been sent to the principal's.
"Mr. Lahey, what's this I hear about you trying to start fights with other students? That isn't like you, not like you at all." Mr. Fletcher said as he rifled through a few pieces of paper.
"Yeah…I'm sorry about that, I guess I just let my temper get the better of me."
"Why don't you tell me what happened? I've already spoken to Cole and had his story documented. Now, tell me yours?" He asked, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper to write down what Isaac was to say.
"Okay…" Isaac rubbed his hands over his thighs, "Well, I was getting my books from my locker for Biology when Cole pushed passed me. He ended up shoving me against my locker, when I yelled at him he said it was an accident. I guess I'd just been having an off day, so even though he said sorry I just kinda…didn't care and I just, well punched him. He went down after the first hit, I guess so I wouldn't hit again or because I hit that hard, I don't know. But Vice Principal Johnson, she saw me hit him and now here I am." He muttered at the end, watching his principal scribble everything he said onto that piece of paper.
Another knock at the door sent Isaac's head whirling around to look at it, waiting for it to open and when Mr. Fletcher said, "Come in," it did.
Isaac was hoping it was Mrs. Best coming in to tell the man something, but instead of the pretty blonde secretary, a leather jacketed Derek Hale stepped into the office. "Thank you for calling me Mr. Fletcher."
Thomas stood up and took Derek's extended hand into his own "Of course Mr. Hale, please have a seat," he gestured to the empty chair beside of Isaac, "I was just finishing up the report Isaac was giving me."
Derek sat down in the chair he was offered, and it didn't take a werewolf to pick up on the tension of Isaac's stance. Derek was emitting an aurora of displeasure and intimidation; in turn caused Isaac to give of waves of guilt, submission, and slight fear. "May I see it?" Derek asked, his hand already outstretched to receive it. Thomas handed over the paper he had written on and watched as Derek read it over, with a sigh he handed the paper back "I see, what is going to happen from here then?"
Mr. Fletcher put the paper in a small manila folder before sitting back in his chair, "Well I am taking into consideration the fact that Isaac has never been in any trouble before. A one week suspension and then when he returns back three sessions of after school suspension."
"What?" Isaac suddenly spoke out, shocked at the punishment he'd be receiving.
"Isaac, be quiet. You are lucky you aren't being expelled." Derek snapped, causing Isaac's mouth to clamp shut with a nod of his head.
"I've already spoken to the other student and I am having him sent home for the day, according to both the boys' accounts, the other student involved didn't instigate or continue the fight, so he isn't going to be punished."
"Understandable," Derek agreed with the course of action that was currently being taken.
"Well, if there are no further questions or comments on your end. Then you are free to take Mr. Lahey home at any moment."
"Thank you Mr. Fletcher," Derek rose to his feet and shook the man's hand once more before turning his head to look at Isaac. "Isaac, come along."
"I had a few questions actually," Isaac was trying to stall for time, he knew once he and Derek arrived home he'd be dead.
"Isaac, stop fooling around. I am not in the mood." Derek forewarned as Isaac's principal watched the pair. The look that Isaac was receiving was enough to get him on his feet and by Derek's side, "I hope we can meet again under better Circumstances Mr. Fletcher," with that Derek grabbed Isaac's arm and walked him out of the man's office.
"Have a nice day Mr. Hale," Mrs. Best spoke from behind her desk.
Derek nodded politely, "You as well ma'am," with that he continued to walk of the office, dragging his misbehaved ward with him. He walked the two of them out of the school, with a few students who stared at them and Scott, who gave Isaac a knowing and sympathetic glance. After exiting the building, they walked to Derek's car where the man opened the passenger side "Get in," without needing to be told twice, Isaac slipped into the seat and quickly buckled his seatbelt in. Coming around and getting into the driver's side, Derek turned the car on and put it into drive. "What were you thinking? Punching another student?"
"I'm sorry Derek, I just got angry. It'd been a bad day, coach had yelled at me for being late to practice, I made a C- on my History exam…I guess it just all built up and I finally snapped."
Derek heaved a sigh, "Isaac I get that, I do. But you know how to control your anger and hitting other students isn't the answer, especially as a werewolf. You could've really hurt that boy or worse. You do understand that, right?"
"Yes Sir. But-"
"But nothing, as soon as we get home I want you in your room waiting for me. And since you're suspended for a week, you can spend it doing lots of chores. For starters the windows need to be cleaned, you can clean the gutters, and I'll make a list of some other things. You aren't going to just sit around and do nothing."
Isaac nodded, his fingers starting to pick at his jeans, a sign he was extremely nervous. "Are you mad at me?"
"Not mad, just disappointed." Which in Isaac's book was much worse.
The rest of the car ride was silent, every so often Isaac would look over at Derek, but he was focused in on the road. It only took about fifteen minutes to arrive back at the place, and Isaac unbuckled his seatbelt grabbing his backpack and making his way to his bedroom without any words between the pair being exchanged.
He sat his bag in the corner of his room and removed his shoes, placing them neatly under his bed. "God, I'm so stupid." Isaac groaned, running his hands through his hair. Removing his socks and throwing them in his laundry hamper, Isaac slumped onto his bed. Isaac had zoned out and jumped up off his bed when he heard Derek open the door up, "Jesus," he breathed out, panting as Derek closed the door.
"Did I scare you?"
"Yeah, I just wasn't really here for a minute I guess." Isaac sat back down on his bed and watched as Derek moved over to stand in front of him. Isaac lowered his gaze to the floor, but raised them upwards when he spotted an object in Derek's hands. "Derek, please not that." He whined for Derek was currently holding a thick worn out leather belt in his hands and Isaac had already been on the receiving end of it before, and wasn't privy to being on it again.
"Isaac, I won't have you arguing with me. You're already in enough trouble and if I were you I wouldn't be adding to it. Now stand up," he waited until Isaac obeyed before folding the belt in half and holding onto it with his right hand. "Lean over the bed," again he waited until Isaac had turned around slowly, biting onto his lip before bending over his bed, grabbing a stray pillow and tucking it under his chin, holding onto it for support. "I think fifteen is a good enough number, I want for you to count aloud."
With that a swing cut through the air and landed directly onto Isaac's waiting backside. Immediately, he bit into his pillow to keep from crying out as the fierce and sudden sting that the belt left behind. "One." Isaac finally said after a moment of recollecting himself. "Ah!" He cried out when the next SMACK landed soon after the number left his mouth. Isaac let out a shaky "Two," before burying in face into his pillow and grunting into it when he felt the burning in his ass reignite.
"Isaac," Derek said his name when the boy didn't make an attempt to uncover his face and speak.
"Three," Isaac finally whined the number out "OW!" It kept up like this for a while, Isaac whining and counting, sometimes with a warning from Derek when he stayed silent for more than a minute or two. At one point he reached his hands back to prevent Derek from adding more pain to his aching behind, but Derek reached over and pinched Isaac's ear until the boy's hands went back to place. "ouch, ouch, ouch," Isaac's hands left his bottom to reach for his ear, but as soon as he did another SWAP had landed to his bottom, a bit harder than before. Isaac's hands clenched his pillow at the unexpected pain, a low growl coming from his throat before it was taken over by a canine whine, "twelveeee," the word dragged out with his whine.
"Almost done now, just a few more." Derek told him before adding "You're doing great."
Isaac's chest swelled up with pride at the praise he received, even when he was crying and getting his ass handed to him, Isaac felt a since of happiness when Derek praised him. A combination of the lack of it he got from his father and the, sort of, need to please his alpha. "Th-thirteen," Isaac stuttered out once more, tears spilling from his eyes as his arms gripped tighter around the pillow. "Fourteen!" Isaac said through gritted teeth. Isaac's eyes shut tight and whimpered again softly, his teeth biting down and cutting into his bottom lip as the last SMACK landed right on Isaac's sit spot, causing him to release the pressure on his bottom lip and cry out again. "Fifteen," Isaac whispered out, his tears staining the pillow he held onto. "I'm sorry Derek, please forgive me."
Derek sat the belt down on the bed and helped Isaac to stand, "Isaac you're already forgiven. Come here," he turned the kid so that he was facing him. The looked on Isaac's face was quite pitiful, his lower lip stuck out, a dot of blood rising from where he bit down onto it, and his eyes were still welling up with tears and he stood awkwardly in front of the man. "You really are something," Derek couldn't help but smile as he brought Isaac into his arms, using one hand to stroke his hair soothingly.
"Yeah, I guess." He mumbled into Derek's shoulder, wrapping his own arms around Derek's torso. "I hate that stupid belt."
"Me too," Derek laughed "it used to be my dad's and I hated when he used it too kid," he admitted, getting Isaac to draw back and look at him in utter shock, "yes believe or not I wasn't always the big bad wolf you see." He laughed and pushed Isaac towards the door, "come on, let's go get something to eat and then we can watch some tv alright?"
"Does that mean I'm not in any trouble then?"
Derek laughed, "You're still in for a long week. But I figured you need a break until all that work starts up for you."
Isaac groaned loudly as Derek put him in a headlock and dragged him out the bedroom "gonna be a long week." He agreed, slipping out from the headlock and following Derek to the kitchen to grab something to eat.