"Isaac," Scott whispered in his ear. "Time to wake up." Isaac made a noise as he slowly opened his eyes. "You don't want to be late for your first day, do you?"
He turned over at looked at Scott and smiled a little, "You stayed," he said sleepily.
"Of course I stayed," Scott started to get up from the bed.
"I figured you'd leave when I went to sleep,"
Scott walked to the door and looked at Isaac. He smiled and said, "Get ready, we're leaving in an hour," and turned to leave.
"Scott," Isaac said quickly. Scott turned around looked at Isaac. "Thank you," he said softly.
Scott gave him a sympathetic smile, "No problem," and he turned and left. The thought of leaving never entered Scott's mind. In fact, those few hours with Isaac gave him the best sleep he's had in weeks. He went to his room and took a quick shower.
After last night, Scott was concerned about how today might go. But he trusted that Isaac could handle it. After all, he has friends now. Lydia and Allison will be there to help him and so will he. He'll be fine, Scott thought as he got dressed. He left his room and went downstairs to find his mom walking through the door. "Hey!"
She looked at him and said, well, not so much said as made a sound, "Ugh." She dragged herself over to the couch and collapsed face first.
Scott let out a small laugh, "Rough night?" he asked.
She lifted her head out of the cushion a little and said "So much paper."
"Right," Scott said smiling, walking to the kitchen. "Get some rest, mom." He walked through the kitchen and got into a cabinet for a Pop-Tart. He took one and started to walk away when he stopped. Isaac. He turned around and grabbed another. He walked into the living room; his mom was still sprawled out on the couch. Guess she's sleeping here. Isaac was still upstairs so Scott decided to check on him. He put the Pop-Tarts in his coat pocket by the stairs and climbed the stairs.
He walked down the hall to Isaac's door and knocked. "Isaac? How ya doin'?" He heard a loud thud and quickly opened the door. Isaac was squirming on the floor attempting to pull on some jeans.
"I don't think these fit," he said and stood up. He pulled off the pants and threw them on the bed.
Scott averted his eyes. "Uh, no, I don't think so," he said with a laugh.
"I'll be ready in a second," Isaac said and Scott nodded, quickly closing the door. Scott cleared his throat and shook his head. He went back downstairs, put on his jacket, and waited for Isaac.
A few minutes later he came down the stairs in jeans that fit and grabbed his jacket off the wall. He looked at Melissa on the couch. "Long night?"
Scott looked at his mom and smiled, "Apparently. Ready to go?"
Isaac took a deep breath. "Yeah, I think so."
They walked out the door and down the steps to the garage. There was a chill in the air that made Scott zip up his jacket. He pulled out the bike and they pulled on their helmets. Within seconds they were on the bike and off down the road, Isaac, again, holding on as if his life depended on it.
They pulled into the parking lot of the school and to Scott's normal spot. Waiting there was Stiles, his arms crossed. When he saw them approaching he seemed to tense. They didn't even get off the bike before he started talking. "Oh, Isaac, I forgot today was your first day," he said anxiously.
"No you didn't," Scott said in the same tone and took his helmet off.
"Your right. Anyway, I need to talk to you. Like now."
"Can it wait?" He gestured at Isaac, "I'm gonna show Isaac to his locker."
Stiles looked at Isaac briefly and then back to Scott. "Fine," and started walking toward the school.
"So he really doesn't like me, does he?" Isaac said as they started walking.
Scott looked at Stiles walking up ahead of them. "He's just…. I don't know, actually. He's kind of indescribable." Isaac smiled. "He just has to get to know you is all."
"Yeah, well," he said as they climbed the steps to the school. "He doesn't look too interested in trying."
They walked into the school and started down the long hallway. It seemed like everyone was watching them as they passed. Scott looked over at Isaac who had his head down. They finally reached Isaac's locker and he put in his combination. After the third spin it clicked and opened. "It worked," Isaac said with a satisfied smile.
"Now let's go get some books to fill it," Scott said and Isaac closed the door.
"Hey!" Scott looked past Isaac and standing five feet away was Lydia. "Oh my god! Our lockers are like right next to each other!"
Scott put a hand on Isaac's shoulder. "God help you," he said quietly and Isaac laughed.
Lydia came over to them, "So what do you think?" she asked Isaac.
"I don't really know, we just got here," he said with a nervous smile.
"And we're gonna be late so let's get going," Scott said and they left down the hall.
They came to their first class of the morning, English, and Isaac took an empty seat next to Scott. Stiles was already in his seat and was fidgeting with his hands. He looked so tense.
It seems every eye in the room was on him and everyone was whispering. The bell rang and Mrs. Blake stood up from her desk. "Good morning, class," she said over the sounds of clatter from the other students. "Today, we have a new student! Isaac, would you come up here please?"
Isaac gave Scott a nervous look, "You'll be fine," he whispered to him.
He got up and walked to the front of the class. "This is Isaac Lahey," Mrs. Blake said gesturing to Isaac. He lifted his arm and quickly waved at the class. "This is his first day of high school so be kind and welcoming. Isaac," she said turning to him and smiling. "I hope you enjoy your time here and welcome."
"Thank you," he said and quickly returned to his seat. Scott could see he was glad to be sitting again.
The rest of the morning went by pretty quick. After first period Isaac had separate classes so Scott wouldn't see him until lunch. Stiles pretty much kept his distance all morning. Something was up with him and Scott couldn't tell what. Was he really that crazy about Isaac? Eventually lunch came and Scott saw Isaac coming to the table with his tray.
"So," Scott said as Isaac sat down next to him. "How's your day been?"
"Not too bad," he said smiling and with a bit of excitement. "I like it here. Everyone's being really nice."
Scott smiled, "Good!" He couldn't believe how well things were going. He thought for sure that by this time Isaac would be full on fetal position in a bathroom stall. "I'm glad."
Allison and Lydia came a short time later and sat down. Lydia looked at the empty seat to Scott's left. "Where's Stiles?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him." Scot replied. He looked around the room, "Oh, there he is." He was just walking into the cafeteria with something in his hands.
He quickly walked over to Scott and leaned in. "I need to talk to you," he whispered.
Scott got up and followed him away from the table to the back of the room. He handed Scott the papers. "There's something Isaac hasn't told you."
Scott unfolded the papers, "What are these?" he asked, confused.
"It's the police report from the night Isaac ran away from his dad."
Scott looked up at Stiles. "Why do you have these?" he asked, anger rising.
"Because I knew something was off about him and I was right."
"What are you talking about?" Scott asked.
"Read," Stiles said pointing at the papers.
Scott looked at the papers and started reading. When he finished he couldn't believe it. He lied? Scott looked at Isaac. He was laughing. Isaac turned his head and looked at him and smiled. He quickly smiled back and Isaac turned back to Allison and Lydia.
"Scott, Isaac's dad is dead. He killed him."