Chapter 9:
I was on my own walking down the hallway towards my locker when I felt someone coming over to me, making me glance over to see Scott by himself too. I turned my head away sadly before stopping in front of my locker as he did the same a few seconds later; causing me to glance over at him and see the apologetic expression on his face.
"You don't have to say anything Scott, I know we're keeping things from you and you don't like it. But I'm just trying to figure out a way of telling you guys when I don't want you to freak out." I said quietly, swapping books to shove into my bag before closing my locker again.
"If it's something we can help with, then just tell it out straight; don't try and sugar coat it for us. We've been through worse things like Jackson being the Kanima, we can handle what you throw at us." I cringed as he threw that certain example out and obviously he noticed as I didn't hide it. "What?"
"I'm a Kanima." I mumbled, chewing on my knuckle as he continued looking at me with a slightly confused expression.
"I know I have enhanced hearing, but could you move your hand away from your mouth and not mumble it?" I sighed and flopped my arm back down to my side, opening my mouth to tell him before my eyes flicked to behind him; releasing a hiss as the Alpha stood a few yards away with a smirk on his face. "Steph…did you just hiss at me?"
"Not at you." I stated, making him turn round and see the other Alpha which had gotten Derek riled up the past few days. Scott's eyes flashed gold before he disappeared and Scott rounded on me suddenly.
"You just hissed!" he whisper-yelled, shock clearly evident on his face. "Oh God, Steph please don't tell me you changed into something." I chewed on my bottom lip and nodded lightly, looking back up at his face to see what his actions would be next. He ran a hand through his shorter hair before focusing on me again. "Are you a Kanima?" he asked quietly so no else in the hall would hear, making me nod once more and his face saddened as he looked at me like a lost puppy with his big brown eyes.
"Derek didn't bite me, Isaac did and it did something to the DNA already in my system; but don't blame him. It was my dad's fault for biting me in the first place last year." I said softly before feeling his arms around me as he hugged me tightly.
"Why didn't you say anything? We can try to help you."
"Deaton and Derek told us to keep it quiet." I replied, leaning my head on his shoulder as he continued to hug me in front of my locker which was starting to receive a few stares as people came out of their classes. And that's exactly how Isaac and the rest of the pack found us, with him hugging me tightly and not wanting to let go while I had my head turned the other way so I could breathe and not be suffocated by his chest.
"Is everything okay?" Allison asked, watching my attempt of trying to tug myself away from Scott's grip only to make him hold me tighter so I couldn't get away as he shook his head to answer his girlfriend's question.
"No, it's really bad actually."
"What do you mean?" Boyd asked as I noticed Stiles' eyes widen.
"You know! Don't you." Scott nodded and Isaac sighed, running a hand through his slightly curly hair as it had grown out a little. "I told you they'd find out sooner rather than later." I reached my hand out towards Isaac and he pried Scott's arms from around me before hugging me to himself, letting me press my head against his chest as I looked at the group of people who had befriended me a year ago.
"She's like Jackson." Scott said quietly, making me feel Isaac tense up behind me; readying himself to get me out of harm's way should he need to. An acid feeling began crawling up my throat, but I tried to shake it off as everyone's attention was on Scott; waiting for him to tell them the truth which had been hidden for the past couple weeks. "She's a Kanima."
The feeling didn't go away and something was coming up my throat, making me have a feeling that it was more of the black stuff I had thrown up before I'd gone to Deaton the first time. I tore myself away from Isaac and started running towards the girls' bathroom, retching on the way there and hoping to god that I didn't bring it up in the hallway. That would be pretty hard to explain to the lingering students out here. I could faintly hear the rest of the pack following after me, one pair of feet faster than the others which I knew was Isaac. I ploughed through the door and was thankful that there was nobody in here before stumbling into the nearest cubicle and spewing the black stuff that had been coming up my throat and filling my mouth, nearly missing the toilet bowl in my haste.
A large hand appeared on my back and I could feel the heat of it penetrating through the shirt I was wearing, taking a glance back to confirm my suspicions of it being Isaac when he scooped my fringe back off my face. This was the second time he'd followed me into the girls' bathroom, he'll get caught doing this one day.
"I hate this." I croaked, dropping down to my knees and feeling Isaac's hand tug on my hair slightly as he was still holding it away from my face and didn't expect me to suddenly sit down on the floor. I was sick again and Isaac crouched down beside me as I felt more eyes on my hunched over form before my boyfriend's comforting voice filled my ears and lulled me into a sort of trance-like state.
It was almost like he was trying to make me fall asleep, because that's exactly how I felt at that moment in time. The quiet talking of the others broke through my head and my eyes snapped open again as I sat up straighter, feeling the presence of someone that I really didn't like outside in the hall.
"Tell him to go away." I moaned, dropping my head sideways onto Isaac's shoulder as he continued to sit with me; seemingly oblivious to the fact that he could get caught in here.
"Who?" Allison asked softly, moving closer so she stood in the doorway of the cubicle I was in.
"I don't know his name, the guy that always follows me from the lacrosse team." I complained, feeling the energy drain out of me as my backside plonked down on the cold floor.
"Oh you mean Jack?" Lydia piped up, making me swivel my head round to look at her. "He's always asking for you, kinda creepy if you ask me as he only started doing it last year. He's too slimy for my tastes." She flicked her strawberry blonde hair to the side slightly and I gave her a weak smile.
"Trust me, I know what you mean."