I was making my way to the bleachers where I could watch the lacrosse game when I heard my name being called from behind me. I turned my head to glance back and my eyes widened as I saw Allison's father walking towards me. I froze mid-step which allowed him to catch up.
"Stephanie, I haven't seen you to ask how you're doing." He smiled down at me.
"I've been good, my friends look after me." I replied quietly.
"You remember what happened, don't you?" he asked when I wouldn't meet his eyes. "The creature that came though Allison's window, you know of them?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said meekly, trying to shuffle back without him noticing.
"Stephanie." He said firmly, making me freeze again. "This is important; you can get hurt if you mix yourself up in this."
"You're already a year too late." I murmured before slowly walking away, keeping my head bowed as I sat on the lower line of the bleachers nearer the players. I nudged Stiles in the back with my foot to get his attention, making him turn slightly from his seat on the bench to look back at me.
"Steph!" he grinned, making a small smile appear on my face. "How've you been? Sourwolf been treating you okay?" I nodded.
"He's not as bad as you make him out to be Stiles." I said quietly.
"That may be so, but I bet Isaac's been making up for it." He winked at me and I felt my cheeks warm slightly.
"I don't know what you're getting at. Now watch the game, it's about to start."
"Yes ma'am." He saluted me and I smiled before moving my gaze to the field where I picked out number 14, Isaac's number.
"Good luck Isaac." I whispered, making him turn his head in my direction and smile at me.
Just as the game started Erica and Lydia sat beside me while Allison was with her father, trying to keep him away from me. They sat either side of me and I looked at each of them in turn, seeing them staring at me instead of the game.
"Um, yes?" I asked, frowning slightly.
"You're so innocent it's adorable." Lydia smiled, patting my knee. I noticed Allison struggling to keep her dad from sitting closer to me so I jumped down one level and sat beside Stiles, making the other two girls follow me.
"You okay munchkin?" Stiles asked, looking at me. I nodded before we went back to watching the game.
/
The lacrosse game was around half way through when I saw a pair of red eyes watching me from the other side of the field, hidden behind the bleachers; but when I blinked they were gone. I compressed my panic and tried to swallow it back down, focusing on our team darting across the field; immersed in their game.
The outside lights went out, plunging everything into darkness. A few people yelled in shock and I stood, shaking as I took a couple steps forward.
"Isaac!" I called, trying to see in the dark.
"I'm here." I heard him say as I felt his arms pull me back to his chest. I grabbed his arm and his grip tightened on me as everything went into chaos when a loud dominating roar cut through the darkness.
Isaac pulled me closer to him so I wouldn't get shoved and I let my eyes dart around the dark, just managing to pick out shapes. Another growl sounded, making Isaac's eyes flash gold, and I whimpered before feeling his hand on my face.
"It'll be okay." He said as I felt his chin brush the top of my head.
A large mass pushed past me and I stumbled into Isaac, making him catch me. A heavy body slammed into us and we fell to the ground, Isaac never letting go of me. I could feel my chest tightening as I struggled to breathe in. the light flickered back on and I saw that everyone looked confused. I wheezed slightly as my attack was getting worse and Isaac's head snapped to look at me.
"Steph, it's okay. He's gone, everything's fine." He assured as he pulled me closer and between his outstretched legs with my back to his chest. I coughed as I tried breathing and felt Isaac's large hand flat against the top of my chest as he turned me slightly to look at him. "Keep looking at me." My eyes caught his and he held the stare. "Breathe. The same as me."
I could feel his chest move with each breath he took and tried to regulate my breathing, concentrating on the movement of his chest. My airway constricted and I choked trying to get air in.
"Keep breathing, you're okay. Breathe with me."
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to breathe in and exhale at the same time he did. I could feel the tightness fading and breathing was beginning to get easier. His hand was still on my chest and his other moved to behind me before I felt him gently patting my back as I coughed, making tears come to my eyes.
"Don't cry, I've got you." Isaac said quietly as I was breathing normally again. "It's okay now." I felt him lift me up before sitting me back down on the bench, crouching in front of me. His large hands rested on my knees as he looked at me. "I think you need an inhaler." He muttered. "Stiles!"
The boy in question came scurrying over and stood beside Isaac who was still couched in front of me.
"Are you okay? You look a little pale, well, paler than usual."
"She had an attack. Do you still have the inhaler?" Isaac asked.
"Um, I think Allison has it. She has my bag along with Scott's." he replied, running a hand over his buzz-cut.
"Her dad." I whimpered, making Isaac squeeze my knees gently.
"Can you get it?" he asked, stiles nodded and ran back down the line of bleachers.
"He's not going to stop Isaac." I said quietly. He looked at me and I rubbed my eyes to stop the tears from coming. He grabbed my wrists and gently pulled my hands away from my face.
"We'll deal with it." He said softly before taking the inhaler Stiles was holding out once he'd come back. Isaac handed it to me and I used it a couple times before relaxing a little as I felt slightly better.
"You can keep it, Scott doesn't need it anymore." Stiles chuckled. I nodded and put it in my bag as Isaac got called back out onto the field. He stood up and leant towards Stiles.
"Look after her."
Stiles nodded and plonked himself down beside me on the bench as Isaac ran back onto the field. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked back to see Erica sitting behind me. She gave me a smile and I returned a weak one in reply.
"Dad!" I heard Allison groan. I looked up to see Chris making his way over with Allison lagging behind him, looking apologetic. He stopped in front of me and I tilted my head back to look at his face.
"Can I help you?" I asked, my voice coming out a little raspy from where my throat muscles had constricted during my panic attack.
"Could I have a chat with you privately?" he asked.
"Steph, you just had an attack…" Stiles trailed off.
"It's okay." I said, standing up and following him a few feet from the field. I noticed Derek lingering further away before refocusing my attention on Chris.
"About Friday night Steph, I don't want to scare you but-"
"I know about werewolves." I said quietly, cutting him off as I hugged my coat tighter around me.
"And you're aware about my family? How we hunt them by code?" I nodded. "Do you know where Derek's residing?"
"Derek who?" I asked, making him frown.
"Derek Hale, surely you know who he is? The police reports last year?"
"I know of his name, I don't know him. I've never seen him before; so I wouldn't know where he lives." I replied softly, the lie rolling easily off my tongue.
"Okay." He sighed. "But if you find anything out, would you tell me?"
"No." I said softly, shaking my head before walking back to Stiles and Erica. I saw Derek nod at me and gave him a small smile.
/
"Duck!" Erica exclaimed before Stiles' hand pushed my head down. The lacrosse ball whizzed over my head and I looked over at Jackson once Stiles had released me to see him smirking.
Isaac rammed into him and shoved him to the ground, making the referee blow the whistle; indicating for him to get off the field. Isaac pulled his helmet off as he made his way over before sitting on my other side.
"You okay? It didn't hit you, did it?" he asked, dropping his helmet and stick onto the ground to check me over.
"Fine." I whispered before he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer into his side. I allowed myself to lean against him as the game continued. "Chris keeps looking at me."
"What did you say to him?" Isaac asked, looking down at me.
"That I wouldn't tell him anything."