A/N: Lovely reviews last chapter, thanks a million :) I'm sick, so updates might be a little slow for the next few days. I OWN NOTHING except my poor little Blair. REVIEW and you will make my day!
I wake in my bed, no idea who carried me up to it. I push myself to sit up, and am startled by the fact another body is laying next to me.
"Allison?" I ask, her eyes open in a second and her body reacting just as quick.
"What is it? Is something wrong? I'll go grab Stiles-"
I laugh at her urgency and shake my head. "No, no I was just surprised is all. I don't remember getting up here."
"Stiles brought you up. He didn't want you in here alone all night, and wouldn't let Isaac stay. I needed an excuse to not sleep on the floor, so I volunteered." I know Allison, and the one thing she won't do is sleep on hard ground, Werewolf Huntress or not.
"School today?" I groan, rubbing my eyes.
She nods, looking sad for me. "School today."
My morning routine now takes twenty minutes more, although having people here style my hair and do my make up for me helps. Reaching the bathroom mirror is more difficult than I thought it would be. I imagined I could just balance, but that failed more than twice. I finally had Scott stand me up in front of the mirror, struggling to brush my teeth at the same time.
"Stupid stupid stupid!" I cry out, throwing the toothbrush to the ground. "I'm just going to never brush my teeth ever again! I don't care if my teeth fall out!"
I notice Dad outside the bathroom, looking between the urge to laugh and cry. "You'll get used to it," He tells me, and my heart breaks for him.
Scott reaches down to grab the toothbrush before guiding me to the bath tub. "This might work a little better," He sits me in the tub and I use the tub to brush my teeth. Scott seems to be smarter than I sometimes give him credit for.
Clothes are a struggle also. Jeans feel constricting on the lump leg (Stiles made the name up, thank you very much), so we decide on shorts. Us three girls stand in front of my full body mirror in my room, staring back at each other.
"Ready?" Lydia asks, her hand on my shoulder.
I nod in the wheelchair, breathing in deeply. "I'm a Stilinski, Lydia. I was born ready."
Dad gives me another awkward-wheelchair hug before watching us out the window as we get into three different cars to go to school.
"So…no driving for a while, huh?" I joke as Stiles starts up my car.
"Not for you. And we will be sharing this pile of junk while mine gets fixed up." He sighs and pulls out of the drive way.
"Oh go cry about it. That crappy Jeep had it coming." He gasps at my fake insult, knowing I love that Jeep and wanted it more than he did.
"Such an insult to a car you cried over for three weeks!"
"I did no such thing!"
Isaac helps me out of the car and into the wheelchair, giving me a quick hug before stepping behind me and pushing me into school. The stares burn into my brain, but I stick my chin up like Lydia told me to do and let Isaac take me to my locker, which is luckily close to the ground.
"I can walk you into your first classes, if you want." Isaac shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, as if he expects me to refuse.
I smile up at his abnormally tall frame from this height, shutting my locker and staring at him expectantly.
"Well, then, let's be off. Although I'm sure being a few minutes late to class won't hurt anyone…"
"I could tell them you were being stubborn about pushing yourself around, which I'm sure the teacher would understand." Isaac grins as he pushes me down the hallway.
"You are going much to slow, dear friend." I grin wickedly around the empty hallways, and Isaac frowns knowingly.
"Maybe we could wait a few days before going crazy in your wheelchair?"
"And waste precious time with exceptions to class? You obviously have lost your edge, Lahey."
"Challenge accepted." He takes the handles on the back of he wheelchair and starts running through the hallways, passing classrooms filled with students to watch us rush by.
"Still too slow!" I grin as his werewolf speed kicks in and we fly through the hallways, until a door sharply opens.
We skid to a halt and our eyes widen. As a teacher spins toward us with anger on his face, I hide my face in my hands to try and stop the laughter.
But no yelling comes. "Ah, Ms Stilinski. I heard about your predicament. What a horrible tragedy at your young age. Let me just get by here, my class seems to think breaking all my pencils is a good idea." He passes us without another word, taking off through the hallway.
Isaac lets go of a breath, and we both start laughing once the teacher is out of ear shot.
"This is what I'm talking about! Trouble surrounds you, Blair." Isaac continues pushing me down the hallway.
"Don't put this on me, I got us out of the trouble." I grin up at him, proud of my ability to get us out of a detention.
"Ha! It was just my luck that got us out of it."
"Hey, do you see that?" I ask.
"See what?" Isaac's ears seem to perk up, and I beckon him closer.
"Your lies…" I whisper, cackling at my own joke.
Isaac rolls his eyes and walks away from me. "Fine, if my lies are so annoying, I'll let you get to class!" He says over his shoulder.
I struggle to push myself after him, my hands losing their grip easily. "Oh, jesus, I cant-Isaac get your ass back here and help me!" I yell, and in seconds he is back behind me, smirking and pushing me to my class.
So maybe the first day isn't as bad as I thought it would be.
