It was the third hour, and I was counting down the minutes until the fourth. Especially since I was doing a physics test that was really fucking difficult. I figured that I could at least try to make dad proud of me. For something else than trapping a crazed werewolf during the full moon.
It was only a small test, just to see at what level I was at. I finished after only ten minutes, and got my grade at the end of the lesson, when the teacher put my paper on my desk. There was a big D- written on the paper in red. I let out a sigh and slumped into my chair.
"What did you get?" Stiles asked. He was sitting next to me, leaning over to my table. I tried to pull away the paper but the little fucker snatched it away from me. "Damn. That blows." he said, giving it back. I gave him a glare and turned away from him, facing my other neighbour instead. Lydia.
"If you want, I can help." she offered. "I won't be moved to AP physics until the end of the term, so I have enough time." Part of me was surprised at the fact that Lydia would be in AP physics, but most of me wasn't. I knew there was more to this girl. And I didn't want to be her friend (though she did act more genuine around me now), but I could really use the extra help if I was going to pass this class. So I agreed and went back to counting down to the next hour as I stared at my test.
~o~
We gathered on the lacrosse field, but after Scott and Stiles arrived I led them to an empty gym hall. It was hardly ever used, since Coach prefered to teach class outside (rain or no rain). We stood in the middle of the hall, Stiles and I next to each other with Scott a few metres opposite of us. Scott looked at me in confusion, as we weren't doing anything.
"So what are we g-" I cut him off by throwing a tennis ball at him, which he caught without thinking about it.
"Good reflexes." I said, giving him a nod of approval. "So, what are you having trouble with?"
"I- I can't control my shift." He said, looking at the tennis ball, unsure what to do with it so just keeping it in his hand. "Can you help?" I frowned at him.
"Of course I can, that's what I've been telling you." I said before tapping the side of my head with my finger. "So what, you can't call up your shift or you can't keep it down?"
"Can't keep it down." Stiles answered for him. I nodded, understanding. That's what most new beta's tended to have problems with.
"There's several ways. One is using a mantra." I said, eyeing him. "Though I doubt that'll work for you…" I scratched the back of my neck in thought. "Okay, how about finding an anchor?"
"Wait, like a mental one, or…" Scott asked, frowning at me. I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes.
"No Scott, the one that's on a ship. Of course a mental anchor, why would you even want an actual anchor?" Next to me Stiles bit his lip, trying to keep himself from laughing. I ignored him and continued my explanation. "Your anchor can be anything. A goal, a pet, a person. Anything or anyone that can keep you calm as well as make you agitated." I saw a shift in his eyes, they went from alert to soft, and I knew he was thinking about that Allison girl. Still not sure why, but I couldn't help but smile. "Found one?"
"Yeah." he said, smiling almost dreamily. I clapped in my hands.
"Great! Let's test it. Stiles, tie him up." I said, pointing at a duffel bag in the storage. Stiles frowned at me, but walked to the bag and took out some ropes. He looked at me in confusion, then shrugged and went to work. Work being tying up Scott so he couldn't move. Meanwhile I took out an old lacrosse stick and some balls, together with one of those machines that spits out tennis you call them.
I presented the items with a wide grin on my face. Stiles smiled wickedly at me, whilst Scott just let out a sigh, shifting uncomfortably in his ropes.
It had been a bit bumpy in the beginning, Scott was trying to contain his anger, but he had trouble focusing because of it.
"Hold on Scott, think about Allison!" I yelled as Stiles threw another well aimed ball at him. He was getting better at aiming with every throw. Which didn't necessarily help Scott, but was good fun to watch. "For God's sake McCall!" I yelled as his eyes started glowing once again. "Think of her naked for all I care, just focus!"
That seemed to do the trick. His eyes stopped shining and his breathing… well it increased in pace, but not because of his anger this time.
I nodded in approval and looked at the clock on the wall. We still had twenty minutes left. The tennis machine let out a series of beeps, indicating that it was out of munition. Stiles was running out of lacrosse balls to throw as well.
"Let's take a break." I said, turning the machine off. Scott let out a breath of relief, making me smirk. "Don't think you're getting away that easily McCall, just five minutes, then we will be back in the game."
Stiles and I gathered all the balls, leaving Scott tied up whilst doing so.
"How did you manage to get us out of chemistry?" Stiles asked, picking up another lacrosse ball. I shrugged.
"I have my contacts."
"As long as those contacts aren't going to get us killed, fine by me."
"Guys?" Scott asked. "Are you going to untie me any time soon?"
I picked up the last tennis ball and let out a sigh, ignoring his question as I put them back in the machine. Scott was good to go on his physical anger, but now the tricky part came. Emotional, psychological anger. Much more dangerous, and, if not controlled, much more deadly.
"Why would I untie you, McCall?" I asked, a sharper edge to my voice. "I mean, it would be so much easier to just kill you. Would save me an awful lot of trouble, you know." I put away the tennis machine into the storage. "Why am I even wasting my time on you? You're just a pathetic little boy. Can't even handle being a werewolf when it's not the full moon." There was a growl from the other side of the gym.
"Lorraine.." Stiles said, his voice shaky. But I wasn't there just yet, so I let out a scoff, whilst pushing the machine further, with some trouble. What was wrong with that thing?
"Can't see why Allison would even want to date you, worthless piece of shit you are. Is there even something you can do? I mean, you're not smart, you're not hot, I bet you were shit at lacrosse before you got the bite."
"Lorraine!" Stiles was yelling now.
"But you can't even handle that, can you?" I asked, turning around to face Scott, who was inches away from me, eyes glowing, bared teeth, trying to scratch my face off with those hideous claws. But not being able to come any closer. I smirked at him.
"We'll work on that." I said, pushing a cloth laced with wolfsbane against his face. He froze in shock. When I pulled it off, he was back to normal. "It shouldn't be that easy to get to you Scott. You need to be stronger than that." He looked at me with wide eyes.
"Mountain ash." I said, pointing at the line I'd made earlier, just in front of him. "Keeps out the supernatural." The clock struck twelve, startling Scott. "Let's clean this up, shall we? Only thirteen minutes left."
~o~
I swung my backpack over my shoulder as I left the classroom. It was lunch break, at last, with a free period after. Freedom at last. At least that's what I thought, until I saw Lydia walking up to me.
"Hey Lorraine, so I thought you might like to be introduced to a few people around here. Only the important ones, trust me." she said, smiling at me. I shook my head at her,, and she lost the preppy attitude.
"Come on, please. Let me do something nice for you, okay?" she asked. A pang of guilt came out of nowhere, so I nodded reluctantly, making her squeal in delight.
"Awesome! Follow me." she said. And there went my lunch break.
She continued to introduce me to all her friends. At least that's what she called them, it seemed more like a mutual feeling of respect. Or a one-sided feeling of fear. Lydia could be pretty intimidating after all. I ended up having a pleasant conversation with Danny, whilst all the other lacrosse players were drooling all over Lydia. Oh, and I was right: He's gay. And also very nice. By the time Lydia got bored with all the attention, lunch break was over and she had to get back to class. I was left alone in the library, going through last year's yearbook, looking someone up. He should be here somewhere…
I found his picture. Now I had to find him. That was never going to work. I suppose that I'd just have to keep an eye out for him. With a sigh, I shut off my computer and stood up. Oh you've got to be kidding me. He was sitting there the entire time? Great.
I walked over to the table he was sitting at, alone, and sat down opposite of him.
"Ehm, hey, Isaac?" I asked. He slowly lowered his book he was reading, staring at me with wide eyes. "That's you, right?"
He nodded, putting down his book completely. He was completely tense.
"I'm Lorraine." I said, smiling softly at him. "I lived here a couple of years ago. Dad told me we were friends. I just… wanted to say hi." I said, growing ever more uncomfortable as he didn't seem to really react. He looked frozen. "Well. I guess that's it." I said, standing up again. This had been a huge mistake. He probably forgot about me.
"I knew you were back." he then said. I frowned and sat back down.
"Why didn't you come talk to me?" I asked.
"Thought you'd forgotten about me." he said, shrugging. "Would you… like to have lunch tomorrow?" I smiled at the blush that formed on his cheeks.
"I'd love to."
A/N: So I know that this chapter was really short, but I just wanted to put it on here to show you a bit more about how Lorraine will be training Scott. Do not worry: I will make sure to upload the next chapter early, I'm trying to make it Wednesday.
So Lorraine met Isaac! I really like his character, and he will make a few more appearances throughout this story. I wont say when, but he definitely will.
For the next chapter we have a party and a certain grumpy werewolf to look forward to ;)
See you then!