This literally took so long, I knew where I wanted to go but it would be so late and I would fall asleep and would forget the beautiful scenario I would imagine up. But here you go, enjoy!
The rest of the day passed by uneventfully, much to Penelope's pleasure. She was able to relax in her classes, feeling completely at ease. When school let out, she went to her locker to retrieve the things she needed for homework. She paused, surprised she was in such a chipper mood. She shook it off, closing her locker and heading towards the parking lot. "Hey, Penelope!" She turned around to see Issac jogging towards her. She smiled at him, greeting him. "Hey, are you doing anything today?" This surprised her; why was he asking? "Nothing really, I was just going to go home and do that work for first period." "Mind if I join you...unless that'd make you uncomfortable." Issac's voice fell at Penelope's confused expression. She quickly shook the look from her face, replacing it with a smile. She didn't see why not, it couldn't hurt to have someone to do homework with. "Sure, I don't mind. Come on, I drove to school." She motioned for him to follow her. Issac whistled when he saw her car. "Nice ride." he said. Penelope laughed. It was a black mini cooper convertible. "Dafina's my pride and joy." She patted the hood of the car. "Da-what-a?" Issac looked at her confusion lining his features. "It's a Swahili name for precious/valuable." He shook his head at her. "I guess you're really into other cultures then?" he asked as they both slid into the car. "Oh no, what would ever make you think that?" Issac chuckled at her sarcasm. She started up the car, and peeled off from the parking lot while speaking animatedly about all the cultures she loved.
Issac listened to Penelope as she spoke. He looked at her, seeing the passionate gleam in her eye. He smiled; she was such a sweet girl. It sucked that she had to go through what she did, what he went through, what they all went through. He frowned, turning away from her so she wouldn't see. Erica. He swore to the almighty that he would tear whichever alpha did it to shreds, slowly, limb from limb. He had to suppress another growl; the alphas. Specifically those twins. He clenched his hands as he remembered what Scott had told him.
"Issac," Scott turned to him as Lydia dragged Penelope out of the cafeteria. "Hmm?" He hummed in response, still looking in the direction the two girls went. "Issac, this is serious." That caught his attention. "Okay, what is it." "The twins." Issac could feel the anger bubble inside of him. "What about them?" "Well," Scott started, "I've seen them a lot today, looking at people. Specifically Penelope." Issac started shaking. Scott put his hand on his shoulder, attempting to calm his friend. "Look, I don't know what they're up to, but between every class they've been following her in the halls, not enough for her to get suspicious, but enough for me to. I'm not going to let them hurt anyone person, especially since we can prevent this." "That's why buddy boy, you're going to go home with her." Stiles popped up on Issac's other side, placing his hand on his other shoulder. "Me?" he asked dumbfounded. "Why me? Why not Scott?" "Well, I have to go to work." Issac sighed. "Plus, you have a class with her, so she'd probably feel more comfortable with you. Maybe you could have a little "study session"." Issac cut his eyes at Stiles, who held his fingers up in air quotes. "Just be on the look out, okay?" Scott clapped him on the back, walking away. "Good luck, buddy." Stiles gave him two thumbs up, turning to catch up with Scott.
He looked back at her to see that she was still babbling away happily. On her first day she had looked so different, as if she didn't want to live. Now, she seemed so much better. He knew that on the inside that she wasn't fine, that she was trying so hard to keep it together. "Issac? Issac!" He looked at her wide eyed. "Dude, I've been trying to get your attention for like thirty years, we're here." She shook her head at him, exiting her car. He followed suit, closing the passenger door. He looked at her house, whistling; it looked really nice. It wasn't ridiculously big, but it was bigger than the home that he grew up in. She unlocked the door, motioning for him to follow.
He was bombarded by a multitude of scents once his feet crossed the threshold into her house. Black cherry, fresh flowers, coconut, so many aromas attacked his senses, however, there was one the particularly caught his interest; it was a familiar scent, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. She showed him around her home, gesturing to the rooms, before leading him to her room. "And this is my room." she said as she opened the door. She walked in, dropping her things on th floor carelessly. She sat in her desk chair, twisting and turning in it. Issac walked in afterward, taking a seat on her bed, placing his backpack next to him. The scent was stronger in here, it started to bother him that he couldn't place it. He leaned back, letting his body practically become one with her bed. He placed his hands behind his head, sighing deeply through his nose; he hadn't relaxed like this since those damn alphas came into town. Actually, he hadn't relaxed like this ever. He wanted to close his eyes, let the soft comforter snuggle him to sleep. "So, want to get started?" he sat up, seeing Penelope moving herself to her floor to join the books she had earlier let fall to the floor. He inwardly groaned, not really looking forward to the work; math wasn't a favorite of his. "Yeah, sure." he replied, letting another sigh escape from him as he joined her.
They had worked for two whole hours; Issac had come to find out that Penelope wasn't a fan of math herself, and wasn't very good at it as well. "Finally!" Penelope yelled, shooting both of her fists into the air. She threw herself back into her carpet, curling into it's plushness. Issac chuckled, also glad to be rid of the horrible assignment that caused him the biggest thinking-headache he's ever had. He laid back onto the carpet as well, enjoying the downtime. They both laid there for a few moments, the air at complete ease, until Penelope shot up to her feet. Issac turned his head in her direction, before quickly turning away, a pink tinge gracing his cheeks; he cursed the girl for having worn a skirt. She walked over to her bedside table, rummaging through her drawers. Issac propped himself up on his elbows, curious. She pulled out a a small tin object, a lighter, a packet, and something else. He sniffed the air, the scent had grown even stronger. "Hey," she turned to him slowly. "you don't mind if I, um," she opened her hand; a small plastic bag laid in it, containing a small green clump. Issac felt so stupid, of course he could remember the smell! His father had often let his favorite swim team members come over and would let them roll a few joints and light them up, smoking to their hearts contents. He, of course, as their loving coach would always falsify their drug tests. "Uh, Issac?" the boy in question turned back to the curly haired girl, raising his brows. "Oh, yeah, I mean, no, I don't." He sat up fully, watching as her shoulders relaxed in relief. "Oh good, thanks. You see, I mean, I always do this when I'm hella stressed, and well, it seems that I've been needing this more than usual lately." She gave him a sad smile, joining him back on the floor. She quickly went to work, breaking it up and grinding it until it was fine, rolling it up into the paper, it looked perfect. Issac quirked a brow; it was pretty obvious that she did this more than when she was just "stressed". "Do you smoke?" She asked as she flicked at her lighter, trying to elicit the orange flames out of it. "No, I've never tried it." he was surprised he hadn't; the swim team would often offer him to take a hit whenever his father was out of sight, but he always declined. Would it even affect him now, seeing as he wasn't human anymore? "Well, I'm not going to pressure you into to trying it." She got that little piece of plastic to release its flames, engulfing the tip of the joint in a burst of orange. She inhaled deeply, holding it for a second, then exhaling happily, watching the smoke dance around her face. She got up again, moving towards her window. She opened it, sticking her head out quickly, before returning to her seat on the floor next to Issac. She took another hit, sighing in absolute bliss as she exhaled once more. Issac looked at her, how at ease she looked. He stretched his hand out to her, opening it, his palm facing upwards. She looked at him, smiling slightly. "You sure?" she questioned, gesturing towards the joint inbetween her fingers. He nodded once, and her face broke out into a grin. "Now don't be mad at me when you're fucked up dude." He grunted, determined to have a taste of the devil's plant. As he placed it between his lips, she began to roll another one. He rolled his eyes, inhaling deeply as she had done; what could it hurt?
Can you imagine Issac high, I can and it can go one of two ways: he's all laughy and happy and just has a grand 'ole time or he becomes really emotional and talks about his horrible life and all that. Either one is rather heartbreaking tbh because what if he was all happy and realized "Wow, weed is awesome! I've never felt so happy in my entire depressing life!" and started smoking all the time, forgetting about the world omg. But anyways, what do you guys think, do you think werewolves can get high? Leave your thoughts in a review!