Ch. 9

Waking up next to Isaac was extremely different than waking up next to any of the boys Lennon had been with back in Los Angeles. For starters, Isaac's mouth wasn't open and drooling on her pillows. His face was almost statuesque, and she resisted the urge to trace his jawline. He didn't smother her with his body heat in bed, either. He stayed on his side, occasionally throwing an arm over her waist protectively.

"You're staring." Isaac mumbled, his eyes still closed.

"Well forgive me, I'm not used to waking up to such a handsome man sharing my bed." Isaac blinked his eyes open and grinned.

"You're very beautiful yourself, Ms. McIntyre for this early in the morning." he pulled her over to him and on top of him, pushing her hair back with his hand. "Extraordinarily beautiful." Lennon's face flushed.

"Shut up."

"You're amazing at taking compliments." Isaac laughed. He leaned up and kissed her lips. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"Mmm," Lennon nodded, sitting up, clutching the sheet to her chest. "Let's see, I can make waffles, I can make pancakes, bacon, eggs and sausages."

"All of it." Isaac smirked, stretching underneath her as she laughed. "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."

"Well you're just going to eat me out of house and home, aren't ya?" Lennon leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips.

"I'll eat you out of something, alright." Isaac smirked as she pulled away and Lennon gasped, her eyes wide, but filled with laughter.

"Isaac Lahey!" she gave his chest a slap. "Maybe popping your cherry was a mistake." She got up off of him and went to her chest of drawers, pulling out a matching bra and panty set and got dressed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Isaac prop himself up against the headboard, his hands folded neatly over his chest, watching her. She made a bit of a show putting on the undergarments, tossing her hair a bit more than she normally would. Walking over to her closet, she pulled out a pair of yoga shorts and a tank top pulling them on.

"Isn't it a little cold out for that?" Lennon looked back at Isaac.

"It's more than what you're wearing." she sneered playfully, bending over and picking up his boxer briefs, tossing them at him. "Start getting dressed and I'll start breakfast." Lennon left her bedroom, going down the stairs and into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, taking out eggs, milk, and sausages. She pulled pans from the oven and set them on the stove, turning the burners on waiting for the pans to get hot. Arms wrapped around her waist and she leaned back into Isaac's embrace as his lips met her cheek. He let go and moved to the stove, turning off the burners.

"What are you doing?" Lennon asked, a laugh in her voice as he turned and faced her. His eyes traveled over her body, making her insides melt. Quickly, he grabbed her, sitting her on the counter. He stared up at her for a moment before kissing her lips. Her fingers threaded into his hair as his hands gripped her hips, digging into the same spots as the previous night. Lennon moaned, but pulled back from his lips. "Isaac, what has gotten into you?"

"I think I'm in love with you." he blurted out, his wide eyes studying her face. He needed to say it before it got too late. The words had been bursting inside his chest since dinner last night. Lennon studied his face, her eyes serious, then she broke out into a large smile and kissed him again. His hands ran up and down her bare thighs, his fingers tugging at her shorts.

"Woah, woah, hey," she pulled away, looking down at him. "I love you too, but this is a kitchen counter, and people put food on here. Let's not desecrate it, alright?"

"Yeah," Isaac nodded, but leaned up to kiss her one more time. He pulled away and took her down from the counter, setting her on her feet.

"How hungry are you?" she asked, grabbing his hand. His left eyebrow perked at her tone of voice, and the sly look on his face.

"Very." he answered. Lennon grinned and pulled him with her into the den. It was usually off-limits, being Kevin's mancave and all, but it had the comfiest couch Lennon had ever rested on. She sat Isaac down on it and smirked, moving forward and wasting no time unbuckling his belt and tugging off his jeans. She pushed her own shorts and panties down, then straddled his lap, smiling at him as his breathing picked up in anticipation. Her lips met his, her hands moving from his shoulders to his neck and the back of his head. His hands placed themselves on her waist, underneath the thin fabric of her tank top. Lennon pulled away, resting her forehead against his, and adjusting herself and lowering herself onto Isaac's waiting member.

"Oh shit," Lennon sucked in a shallow breath. She looked up into his eyes, her green locking with his blue. Isaac had this way of looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered. It made the blood rush to her cheeks, and she inwardly scoffed at the fact she was blushing when they were already in such an intimate position. But he could do that to her.

Lennon began moving, slowly, at first. Last night had been rushed and frenzied, both of them excited to be with each other in this new way. She let Isaac take the lead, with just a bit of guidance, and he had surprised her. He was very instinctual, and a bit of a growler, which Lennon had to admit was hot. Lennon brought up a hand and placed it on his cheek, picking up her pace a bit, her hand at the back of her head grasping at the short hairs. Isaac turned his face and kissed the palm of her hand, dragging his lips across her skin and to her shoulder, where he left a trail of open mouthed kisses to her neck. Lennon tilted her head, allowing him more access as she picked up her pace even more.

"Lennon fuck," Isaac breathed against her skin. "I'm close."

"Me too, baby," Isaac leaned back and grabbed her by the hips, taking over her actions and thrusting his hips up and bringing her down rougher than she was doing herself. Lennon tossed her head back, moaning loudly. Isaac took in the sight of her, much like he had last night when she was writhing beneath him. Her skin had a sheen to it, from the light layer of sweat they had worked up. Her hand was now running through her hair, keeping it back from her face as she bit her lip.

"I'm cumming," she called out in between shallow breaths, "Isaac baby, harder." Isaac snapped his hips up faster and Lennon crashed. "Shit, fuck. Fuck shit." Isaac grinned as he pumped himself harder into her. Lennon had the mouth of a sailor in bed, and he loved it. Isaac quickly reached his peak, the moans and whimpers from Lennon riding out her orgasm sending him over the edge.

The two teens stayed wrapped around each other, grinning and kissing over and over. Finally, Lennon regained her leg strength and stood up, pulling her panties and shorts back on. Isaac tucked himself back into his boxer briefs and pulled his jeans on, buttoning them and buckling his belt. Lennon took his hand and smiled, tugging him out of the room.

"I think I owe you breakfast." she laughed.

"I think I owe you at least three dinner dates."

"Damn right."

"You know my parents aren't coming home until tomorrow afternoon." Lennon said, leaning against the door frame. Isaac was standing on the front porch, a small bag over his shoulder and a smile on his face. "You can always stay another night."

"I would love to," Isaac murmured, taking her hand and pulling her close. She had changed from her previous clothing to longer yoga pants and a t-shirt sporting her old school's insignia. "But I've got to get dinner ready for my dad." Lennon stayed quiet, but nodded.

"I just don't want you getting hurt." Lennon mumbled under her breath.

"I can handle it." Isaac told her. "Now kiss me goodbye so I can leave." Lennon smiled and hopped up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his. "Call me later?"

"Yeah," Lennon licked her lips and nodded again. Isaac pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, then grabbed his bike, bouncing it down the porch steps and taking off. As he pedaled home, his thoughts went back to his previous twenty-four hours. Aside from the sheriff taking his frozen yogurt, everything was perfect. He stopped his bike in the driveway, and dropped it on the lawn. The car was still gone, and Isaac knew he only had an hour or so more before his dad came home from the graveyard, and went inside, directly to the kitchen.

Later that evening, Isaac and his father were sitting at the table. Having prepared a meal of baked pork chops, red skin potatoes, and green beans, and even cracked open a tube of biscuits to bake as well, Isaac was proud of himself. Then again, he'd called Lennon and asked her to walk him through it. Isaac had finished most of his food, his stomach filling quickly and turning when the subject of grades came up. He tore at a biscuit, eating small pieces of the soft, flaky dough.

"Um. . ." he continued to chew and looked down at his plate. "So far, it's an 'A' in French, and a 'B minus' in Econ.

"Oh," Dave looked up from cutting his pork chop, still chewing the last piece he had cut. He stared at Isaac a brief moment and put his eyes back on his plate. "What about Chemistry?"

"I'm not sure." Isaac fiddled with the bread in his hand, tearing off another piece and squishing it between his fingers. "Midterms are in a few days, and Lennon is helping me study. She's really good at Chemistry, so it could go up." he reasoned nervously. Lennon had actually been helping him, even going as far as making him extensive notecards and study sheets.

"Well what's it at now?" Mr. Lahey asked. To anyone else, it'd have been a simple question from a curious father, concerned for his son's academic career. To Isaac, it was a leverage point. If it was a good grade, he'd simply get a rough clap on the shoulder, seemingly a sign of affection, but hiding a warning of what would happen if the grade slipped. If it was a bad grade, it was the excuse Dave needed to lose his temper.

"The grade?" Isaac's eyes flickered from his hands, to his father's face, to the table again. He wished that his brother Camden was still there. Or his mother, who could put out his father's short fuse in an instant with her caring and loving smile.

"Uh, yeah." Dave looked at Isaac like he was a complete idiot. Isaac gulped, shaking his head.

"I-I'm uh, I'm not sure. . ."

"But you just said it could go up. . ." Dave reminded him.

"I just, uh, I meant generally." Isaac rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a small cough, his eyes never leaving the table. Dave paused for a minute, carefully regarding his son, then going back to his plate, cutting up the rest of his meal.

"You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, Isaac?" he asked. Isaac looked up at his father, his deep blue eyes wavering a bit.

"No."

"Then tell me your grade."

"I just told you, I-I don't know," Isaac said again. "Lennon won't let me see it. She says it's not bad, she just wants me to be confident in my grade, and just improve it." Dave rolled his eyes.

"You wanna take this little conversation downstairs?" he asked. "No? Then tell me the grade, son."

"Dad, this semester's only half over-"

"Isaac,"

"There's plenty of time-"

"Isaac," Isaac looked up at his father, who looked exasperated. He already threatened the freezer, and Isaac decided not to bait him any more.

"It's a-It's a 'D'. . ." Isaac sighed.

"All right." Dave set his utensils down precariously on the edge of the plate. "It's a 'D'" He folded his arms on the table. "I'm not angry." Isaac's jaw clenched involuntarily. This was a new side of his father. He wondered if it was a trick.

"You know, I'm going to have to find a way to punish you, though." Bingo. "I have my responsibility as a parent. So we'll start with something simple, like uh. . .Tell you what, you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, okay?"

What was this? Isaac's father had never acted like this. He was usually a volatile force to be reckoned with, or just uncaring at all. Cleaning up the dishes was something Isaac normally did anyway, this was getting off easy.

"Yeah," Isaac visibly relaxed as his dad picked up his coffee cup, taking a drink. He held it in his hand and smiled.

"Good, because I'd really like to see this place spotless." he tossed the cup to the floor. Isaac watched the white ceramic crack into pieces. "Know what I'm saying? You know?" Isaac's eyes met his fathers, wide and wary now. "I mean, this entire kitchen." Suddenly, Dave sprang forward, his hands on the table, sending everything crashing and clattering to the floor. Isaac jumped back in his seat, completely out of it, cowering toward the wall. Mr. Lahey was laughing now, holding a water glass.

"Yeah, absolutely spotless." he emphasized the word spotless by throwing the glass at the wall above Isaac's head. Isaac threw his arms over his head, tucking his face into his chest. A sharp pain stung under his right eye. A piece of glass lodged in his cheek, blood dripping down his face. He looked up at his father, who was still smiling at him. Isaac reached up, wincing as he pulled the piece of glass out.

"Well that was your fault." Isaac's blood boiled at his father's words. Tonight, he would be a victim no more. He stood up, glaring at his father incredulously.

"You could have blinded me." he curled his hands into a fist at his sides.

"Shut up!" Mr. Lahey rolled his eyes at his overdramatic son. "It's a scratch! It's hardly even-" his father stopped in the middle of his sentence. The blood was receding back into the cut on Isaac's face, the cut sealing itself and disappearing as if it had never happened. Isaac saw his father's gaze and brought up a hand to his cheek, the warm, red liquid completely gone when he brought his hand back down to look at it. Isaac completely had forgotten about that detail from Derek's explanation. Isaac didn't spare another moment, and bolted from the kitchen, and the house itself, his father calling after him. He grabbed his bike and jumped on it, pedaling as fast as he could to the only place he thought to go to. He could hear his dad calling for him down the street, and the car door slamming as he turned the corner of the block.

Isaac got towards the old bus depot, and the sky opened up and started pouring down on him. Isaac quickly turned down the alley way where the entrance to the depot was and jumped of his bike, letting it fall to the ground as he heard his dad's car screech to a halt. He ducked behind the building, knowing if he tried to get into the depot now, his father would see him.

Mr. Lahey was still calling for him through the rain. Isaac tried to calm his heart from beating out of his chest. It was quiet for a few moments, just the sound of Mr. Lahey trying to coax Isaac from his hiding spot. Then it went completely quiet again.

"Holy-!" his dad yelled. Isaac, startled, jumped and peeked around the corner. His dad was running from something chasing after him. Isaac could barely make out what it was, but had an inkling that it was the creature from the cemetery. He watched as his dad made it to the car just in time, getting in and shutting the door. Isaac let out a sigh of relief, but that was quickly stopped when the creature pulled open the door. He watched as his father fought to keep the door shut, but ultimately lost when the thing ripped the door completely off. Isaac pulled back around the corner after the first spurt of blood shot from the car. He waited until it was silent again and peeked around, his father's limbs hanging from the car. He gulped and ran into the bus depot, before whatever got his father found him. He ran through the hall and down the stairs.

"Derek!" he called out, almost slipping on the last step. "Derek! he ran onto the abandoned, rusted out bus.

"What's wrong?" Derek looked up, leaning against the doorway. He watched his beta's terrified face as he caught his breath.

"My dad." Isaac choked out, moving closer. "I think he's dead." Derek stood up immediately and closed the space between them.

"What did you do?"

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