AN: Sorry I'm trash and took so long to update. Thank you for the lovely compliments, I hope you like this chapter!
I know if you could snap both your fingers that you'd escape with me,
But in the meantime, I'll just wait here and listen to you when you speak,
Or scream
She gently rubbed the cool Neosporin ointment on the small slit on Isaac's cheek. Fallon made sure to just barely brush his skin, taking warning from the purple and yellow bruise dangerously close to his eye. Every time she'd ask about the new injury that suddenly came up, she would get hit with the same response.
"Lacrosse practice."
"You really need to start being careful, my Neosporin is running out." She gave him a small smile, like a mother would give her child after kissing their scraped knee, or one a nurse would give after bandaging someone's open wound. Isaac gave a shaky laugh, and reached his hand over to clutch his bicep. The hem of his navy blue henley shirt raised a bit, revealing more dark markings along his torso.
Hey Stiles," Fallon held out the i, making her sound like she was up to something no good. "Did you guys have morning practice today?"
"Morning practice on a Monday? I am almost completely positive that you have lost all of your brain cells." Stiles ran his hand through his already ruffled hair and continued jotting down his notes in his short, sloppy handwriting.
"Yeah, I had a feeling," She chewed on the end of her pen, looking ahead at the blackboard, and then up to the ticking clock. It was the last period before Chemistry, where she could see Isaac. The boy had grown on her, his mild demeanor, and charming, although rare, smile. They didn't interact other than her asking him about the new scrapes and bruises on his face, once at lunch, and during the few classes they had together. While a lot of the time he was quiet and she often initiated conversation, there had been moments where he'd chuckle and roar his head back, or he'd jump up and down excitedly. He was spontaneous, and often unpredictable, and she loved that about him. She made plans to sit with him at lunch to help him with some of his English homework, he'd nervously come up to her a few days ago, rubbing his hair with a shaky hand. Isaac had a C in English, and when he had told her that it looked like he was scared that he'd be struck across the face. Fallon had reassured him that a C was nothing to worry about, and agreed to help him with his work.
They decided to sit in the bleachers on the lacrosse field, barely anyone ate their lunch out there, so it would be quiet enough for them to work. Plus, Fallon loved autumn time, and wanted to spend as much time as possible basking in the crisp air and falling leaves. Her boots crunched against the leaves as she made her way across the field, she spotted Isaac at the very top of the bleachers, his arms over his chest, anxiously looking at his surroundings. She plopped down right beside him, her body facing towards him, sitting cross legged. Waving rapidly while giving a goofy cartoon character grin, the boy seemed to loosen up a bit. She waved her hand, signaling him to hand his red folder full of notes, worksheets, and information from English Class.
"Okay," Her delicate fingers flipped through the wrinkled pages. "Oh! I didn't realize you were doing Catcher in the Rye," Fallon was in an advanced placement English class, her only AP course, so she wasn't sure what the other kids were doing.
"This is my favorite book," She always loved the way it was written, the repetition in Holden's use of the word phonies, and the way that was no real plot to it, it was a story of a lonely boy. She had read the entire book in one day. He looked up at her, the ends of his long sleeves bunched into the palm of his hands.
"Alright," She chewed on her bottom lip as she began circling words on a worksheet. "Basically, you need to make a character map," She began drawing a web of circles, connecting them with straight lines using her pen, making quick flicking motions with her wrist.
"You need to write his name here," She wrote 'Holden Caulfield' in the middle circle. "And then you use the rest of these bubbles. Remember, Holden is a really horny superficial teenager who's been kicked out of four schools." Isaac gave a hearty laugh, tilting his head back and then immediately shaking his hair with his right hand.
Fallon reached over to Isaac's sheet of notes written in black ink, and drew a flower beside the word 'Antacid' using her own pink ink. He shifted his eyes over to hear, and she gave a small shrug and smile.
"Your notes were boring." He laughed, which prompted her to continue doodling flowers all over his sheet of paper for the rest of the period.
"It's Monday." Stiles grabbed onto Fallon's index finger and began jogging towards his car, his red backpack bouncing up and down as he went.
When the pair arrived at In 'n' Out Burger, they ordered their food, and then sat in Stiles' jeep. They always ate their food in the parking lot, because they liked to avoid all of the Beacon Hills students that swarmed the interior of the restaurant.
"So," Stiles began, 5 or 6 fries hanging out of his mouth, "How's Isaac?" He chewed them up quickly and then audibly swallowed them.
"What do you mean?" He took a gulp of his milkshake before speaking again.
"I mean, you're always staring at him and stuff. And you get all giggly and smiley when he's around. It's repulsing." Fallon rolled her eyes at his accusation, and swallowed a bite of her burger. Eager to change the topic from Isaac, she decided to follow up with her own question.
"What about wolf boy?"
"Well he almost ripped my throat out, but other than that he's great." Fallon jolted forward, her curly hair bouncing as she widened her eyes to the size of Lady Gaga's in the Bad Romance video.
"He what?"
"Lacrosse practice. His wolfiness started coming out, like, I mean, eyes glowing and everything. He ran to the locker room, so I ran after him, you know, being a good friend and all. I walk in on him in full-fledged werewolf costume, weird hair growing from his face, yellow eyes, dirty claws that really need trimmed growing out of his fingertips."
"How are you not ripped to pieces right now?" Fallon asked incredulously, curious as to how Stiles' intestines weren't hanging out of his stomach.
"Sprayed him with a fire extinguisher, you know, the usual self-defense routine against mythical beasts."
"Aren't really a myth if your best friend is one of 'em," She blew air out of her mouth after she spoke, realizing the meaning of what she had just said. Scott was a werewolf. He was bitten by one too, meaning there is undoubtedly 2 existing werewolves in Beacon Hills. There was probably more, more in Beacon Hills, more in Northern California, more in the United States, more in other countries. And if werewolves existed, who knows what other kinds of creatures did too?
"Thank you for the lovely reminder, I appreciate it."
"I'm just saying, if werewolves exist, who knows what other types of things exist? Beacon Hills is like the horror version of Middle Earth or Hogwarts or something." Fallon shook around her chocolate milkshake, trying to get every last drop of it.
"Yeah except there's no Sauron or Gandalf or Voldemort or Dumbledore." Stiles shook his head around and sprang up in his seat.
"That we know of."
Fallon was lying on her bed, her dark hair sprawled around her like a crown, her dainty, tanned, legs crossed over on another. Because of the crazy stuff that had been happening, she never had much time to relax like she used to. After finding out werewolves exist, and finding out her best friend's best friend was one, there wasn't much time to be calm. It was almost impossible. Every single thought was being consumed by this darkness, this looming thought that things weren't okay and they were only going to get worse. Her life was no longer watching Netflix and getting fast food with Stiles. It was something more chaotic. She felt her phone buzz against her bare thigh, and she scrambled to get to it, tangling her small limbs as she went.
That body on Derek's property? Wolf. Derek told Scott not to play in the lacrosse game tomorrow and we went to confront him about the murder. Scott smelled a dead body so we went back and dug it up. Rope around it. Laced with purple flowers. Scott got sick from em
Opening her silver, sticker clad laptop up, Fallon shakily typed in "purple flowers werewolf poison" and was shocked to find so many results. She unlocked her phone and sent a message to Stiles.
Wolfsbane. Rope was probably wrapped around the body to keep it from changing… is Scott playing tomorrow?
A few moments went by before she received a response.
Yes.
Fallon shoved her freezing hands deeper into the pockets of her vintage leather jacket as the cold fall night wind blew across her face, turning her cheeks and nose a light shade of pink. A certain red head waved to her as she climbed up the bleachers, plopping right beside her, and flipping her long, wavy hair over her shoulder. Fallon raised an eyebrow in her direction.
"What? I wasn't sitting alone." Lydia pursed her lips and shook her head, as if it was obvious why she was sitting with her. The game began and the team rushed onto the field. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Scott, and when she made eye contact with Stiles, they each shared a worried look. As she continued looking, she spotted Isaac in his #14 jersey, towering over the rest of his teammates because of his height. When Jackson came sprinting on, Lydia sprang up and cheered, clapping her pale hands together. She waved her lilac polished fingers in his direction.
Every so often, Stiles would glance at Fallon, scrunching his dark brows together. Fallon was focused on Scott, making sure his wolf instincts weren't provoked by the intensity of the match, but every so often her eyes would shift over to Isaac, sitting on the bench beside Stiles. Even though he had only been in the game for a few seconds, the sweat on the back of his neck made his small curls stick to his glistening skin. When he leaned forward, she could see the definition in his back, the shape of his muscles peeking through his crimson red jersey.
"Excuse me?" Fallon whipped her head up, to be faced with a wide eyed Lydia.
"I said, do you want to go to a party afterwards?" Lydia rolled her eyes, and smacked her pink glossed lips together.
"I-I don't think I can… Sorry." Fallon stumbled on her words, she had barely ever talked to Lydia, and she couldn't help but feel odd about the situation. Lydia sighed and rolled her eyes again, adjusting the green hairband placed in her fiery hair.
"God, I'm not that scary. You read good books and have cute clothes and stuff. We could be friends if you weren't such an antisocial moth." Fallon chewed on her lip in concentration on her response, but her attention was directed towards the field as she saw Lydia with her month hung agape, her eyes locked on what was ahead of her. Scott had knocked down all the players on the field, and continued sprinting towards the locker room, going abnormally fast. Fallon jumped forward, running down the bleachers as the hollow metal clanged and echoed as she stomped. She grabbed ahold of Stiles, shaking him in frustration.
"What the hell is happening to Scott?"
"I don't know, he, he got mad and his eyes glowed and he began running and…" Stiles trailed off, fear obvious in his eyes. Fallon began running in Scott's direction, clutching onto Stiles' clammy hand. They pushed through the double doors in unison, calling out Scott's name as they looked through the boys' locker room.
"God it's disgusting in here," Fallon scrunched her freckled nose at the stench of the room, the smell of trashy axe body spray trying to cover up sweat and body odor was not a pleasant one. She turned the corner, her finger tips tracing along the cool, red painted, metal exterior of the lockers. A distraught Scott was sitting on the ground, his back against the cement brick wall, his head in his hands.
"Scott?" He looked up at Fallon, his brown eyes locking with her green ones. "Oh thank God I thought you'd rip my throat out." Fallon sighed in relief, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans and leaning back against lockers. Scott chuckled, but she could tell it wasn't genuine. It was dismal, it was like the sun was trying to peek through dark storm clouds, but it was no use. Scott wasn't Scott. He couldn't be ever again.
"Buddy!" She watched as Stiles hugged Scott, even if he was now a horror movie monster, Stiles would always be there for him. They had a certain bond that was impenetrable, and it was comforting to know that there friendships like that in the world. Scott glanced past Stiles' shoulder, and gave Fallon a knowing smile.
It was a Sunday, which meant Fallon was free to do as she pleased. Her mom always worked on Sundays, so she had the house all to herself. She had woken up around 2 pm, took a shower, and ate a bowl of cereal with so much extra sugar in it, it made her teeth hurt. Fallon usually took this day to watch scary movies while snuggled into the couch, or to read, or to surf through the internet, mindlessly ogling at weirdly artistic photos and interviews of her favorite celebrities. But that all seemed drab now, like it was unworthy of her attention, because of what was now going on in the actual real world. People were dying. And now, it wasn't just in warzones and third world countries, it was in her own background. Every step she took was battleground, and people she went to school with were becoming bigger and bigger parts of it. She'd always wondered how characters in movies where there was a zombie apocalypse, or the third world war, always seemed so calm. How could they be calm? Their house was burning down, their husband was turning into a blood thirsty zombie! But she finally got it. They weren't calm, not in the slightest. They were in shock, they were frozen, they couldn't move. They didn't know how to move, or where to move to. If they walked too far into the unknown, they could step on a landmine. That's exactly what Fallon was doing. Delving too deep into the unknown. Nothing made sense. A text from Stiles interrupted her looming thoughts.
The body was Derek's sister. He was released from holding because there's evidence an animal killed her
And it sure as hell wasn't a mountain lion.
Fallon wrapped a black scarf around her neck and slipped into her white converse low tops. Hoping that some much needed caffeine would clear her mind, she decided to walk to a nearby coffee shop. It was a hole in the wall, Beacon Hills was the definition of a small town, but she loved it anyway. The large windows looking out onto the street, the soft piano music playing in the background while the whispers and quiet chatter of the customers created a comforting murmur throughout the restaurant. It wasn't anything fancy, wooden chairs and tables, and standard coffee and tea beverages were sold at a reasonably low price. Fallon pushed open the glass door of the building, the bells creating a small chime. She softly padded up to the counter and ordered a small caramel macchiato, her favorite drink. The tables were almost completely empty, apart from a few business men and women typing away on their Macs while sipping from their Styrofoam cupped cappuccinos. Digging through the black back flopping against her stomach, she fished for the right amount of change, placed it on the counter, and took her steaming cup of coffee into both hands.
"Can I sit here?" She smiled at Isaac, who was sitting at a booth table laboring over papers and textbooks messily strewn in front of him. He smiled back and waved his hand over to the seat in front of him.
"Whatcha doing?" Fallon giggled and took a hearty sip of her drink, but scrunched her face and stuck her tongue out after it so very brutally singed her tastebuds.
"Homework," Isaac kept his eyes on the paper he was scribbling on, and Fallon couldn't help but notice how long his eyelashes were. His lips stuck out in an innocent pout, and it was one of the only times she had seen them without being split. Fallon slid her cup over to him, his response being a confused look.
"Drink… it…" She pushed it further towards him. He didn't have a cup in front of him, and she could tell he was sleepy, probably having been there all day intently working on what seemed to be his English homework. Isaac always had the look about him where if he had a proper place to rest, he'd be asleep in minutes. He always had dark circles around his eyes, even when they weren't bruised and battered, and sometimes he'd flutter his eyelashes to a close and hold it there a couple seconds before opening them wide again. His eyes were a pale blue, and they'd always reminded her of blue sapphire. They were surrounded by curly brown eyelashes, which you could always see for the most part, but when the sun shined on them, they lightened and sparkled like hay laced with gold. His lips bashfully closed around the rim of the white cup as he tipped it back.
"Thanks," He set it down and began scribbling down notes again, squinting his eyes in pure concentration. Fallon danced her fingertips around the table tops, onto the container of sugar packets, onto the napkin holder, and then back to her lap. She never knew what to say to Isaac. It was if one small misstep could break him. It wasn't as if he was fragile, or broken, but as if certain things could drive him away completely. It was like walking on broken glass around him, and Fallon desperately wanted to get past the walls he seemed to have put up. She never saw him with anybody, it was like people didn't even realize he existed. Even though Isaac's on the lacrosse team, even Stiles was unsure about him.
"Hey Isaac?" He looked up at her, making a small humming noise in the back of his throat, still holding his pen in his long fingers.
"Do you want to hang out sometime?" It was her turn to be sheepish, as she looked down into her coffee cup and traced her finger around the damp, curled rim.
"I… I guess," Isaac leaned back in his chair and formed his lips into a small o, blowing hot air between them.
"You say that like it's a question," Fallon smiled and chewed on the inside of her cheek, breaking small bits of skin of and waltzing with them with her tongue. She peeked up at him through her mascara coated eyelashes.
"I don't know, no one's really asked me that before, I'm not sure how to respond," He gave a quiet laugh as Fallon leaned over the table and snatched the pen placed between his fingers. She jotted a series of numbers down on a napkin, and slid it over to him.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Isaac," She slid from out of the booth and pushed the door open into the windy streets, leaving her half empty coffee cup in Isaac's possession. As she rounded the corner walking home, her phone vibrated in her pocket. It was an unknown number, and she unlocked her phone to read the message the mystery person had sent her.
:)
She knew exactly who it was.
AN: EEEEEE okay I hope you liked it! Lots of Isaac/Fallon and some Stiles/Fallon and Lydia/Fallon woowee okay!
Song used is Waste by Foster the People.
The outfit I imagined Fallon wearing at the coffee shop is .compost/45536283185/untitled-1044-by-beautifulele anor jane-featuring
Let me know if you guys want me to put outfits after the story I don't want to be annoying but if you guys like it, it kind of helps you envision her outfit
Also can we talk about tonight's episode because holy shit? As if Lydia couldn't get any better she's a BANSHEE OKAY and Ms. Blake's fate wasn't surprising at all. Also all the Stiles/Sheriff moments made me want to rip my hair out GOD. Like Derek thinks his life is shitty because of Cora in the hospital wait til he finds out about Jennifer geezy cow. Also Scott/Lydia is a thing and it is a very cute thing (Although not as cute as Stydia ok SORRY) and I swear to god if Allison/Isaac become a thing I will rip my hair out because no
Sorry I have a lot of feelings about tonight's episode it was one of my favorites honestly
Let me know if ya liked the chapter and what ya did or didn't like :)
