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Chapter 11
That night, when Erica got home, she went straight to her room and plotted away. Isaac may not want to be with me but he should see how many people do. First matter of business: outfit. She opened her closet, filled with a farms worth of leather-Derek's influence of course. But she shoved aside the animal skin to reach for one of her classics: a red lacy tank top with a gold zipper on the back of the neck. She didn't need a v-neck to reveal her jaw dropping cleavage, it was a given her boobs would be a spectacle in anything she wore. She couldn't resist her leather though, and paired the top with a black leather mini skirt and black boots.
Now I need a target. She went to her computer and logged onto Facebook, searching her friends for a different boy she could direct her attention to. Someone innocent. Someone submissive. Someone slightly desperate. Someone sensitive. Someone….she stopped scrolling and stared at the profile picture of her new focus.. Perfect.
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Isaac didn't like being alone in Derek's house. "Our house," Derek would always say, but it never really felt that way to Isaac. Derek had gone out on one of his mysterious late-night errands and the beta lay in his bare room, unable to fall asleep. When he closed his eyes, the image of Erica sleeping warms his mind. Then, when he opens his eyes, he feels an unbearable ache in his stomach, longing for Erica to actually be there, sleeping next to him.
Restless and frustrated, he wanders downstairs not sure why he got up in the first place. Yet, a half hour later, he finds himself sitting on Erica's roof, peering into her window hoping to satiate his daydreams that kept him awake.
When he gets into a position at just the right angle so he's able to see through the cracks in the curtain at Erica cuddled up in her pink comforter. He sighs at the realization that what happened last time he came through her window wasn't going to happen again. He settles for watching her breathe, her chest rise and fall in a rhythmic pattern that Isaac seems to fall into step with, inhaling and exhaling whenever she does. This seems to lull him into a calm, sleepy state and he decides he's ready to go back. He slowly rises from his crouching position, cautious not to make any noise and maneuvers his way to the ground and walks back to the Hale house. Erica's face nuzzled against that pink comforter never left his mind.
And though Isaac was diligent in not disturbing Erica, she must've sensed he was there. For just the slightest second, she woke up, and through the break of the window curtain, saw the side of his face; tightened jaw and messy hair. But when she woke up that morning, the memory was so faint, so unclear, she assumed it was a dream, and was ashamed of still dreaming about him.
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"Fuck," Isaac grumbled. He was standing by his locker when he smelled her walk in. He made a point to not look up, fearing eye contact and confrontation, but was forced to lift his head when he heard the loud murmurs of the girls in the hall and the wolf whistles of the boys around him.
It's fair to say that Erica always looks good. Bright lips, cute clothes, soft hair etc. But it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that that day, Erica looked flat out stunning. Nothing about her was out of place, she stopped traffic-literally.
Isaac couldn't help but overhear all the different adjectives people were whispering to describe Erica: cute, amazing, hot, sexy, bangable, blazin'…it went on and on. And although she was all those things, he found her more enchanting than anything. He was hypnotized, lured, mesmerized by all things Erica and found himself taking baby steps closer to her locker where she put on a show applying lip gloss in a pocket mirror.
As he approached, she snapped the make-up mirror closed, shut her locker door, spun around, narrowing her eyes on something or someone down the hall. She flipped her hair over her shoulder without even blinking an eye in Isaac's direction as she cat walked toward her target.
Isaac froze as he watched her stroll right past him. He held his breath for no reason, zeroing in on Erica as she walked further away. Finally she stopped in front of someone but he couldn't see who. He closed his eyes and channeled his hearing senses instead to figure out who she was talking to.
"Hey Stiles," she purred.
