A/N: Just a warning, Jackson is kinda a dick during his scene with Danny, and also there is mention of a panic attack and Jackson's real parents. I'm going off what the wiki says (or what was implied by the show), how his mom was pregnant with him at the time of the crash. Younger Jackson didn't take the news well. It's not an in depth flash back or anything but if anything in that scene might bother you, feel free to skip the *Fourth Period Biology* section and jump to *Fifth Period Algebra 2(B)*
*School*
Isaac took a deep breath as he climbed out of the Jeep, not really ready for the day. Stiles seemed to believe in him but still, only two classes with him, his Anchor… And if anyone said anything mean to Stiles or Scott, who knows what's going to happen.
"Hey, no worries, we got your back. Just stay calm," Scott said, smiling at his brother.
"Easy for you to say, you don't have a rage monster inside you," Isaac mumbled.
Stiles frowned, "It isn't a rage monster, Laura and Cora seem to have theirs well under control. Derek, I'm not so sure about him."
"They bonded with theirs though I mean. Theirs isn't uncontrolled like mine- if someone does or says anything that sets me off…" Isaac trailed off, afraid of bringing up Andrew again.
"Like you said, you don't really see him during the day so let's just take it one class at a time. Plus, we'll both have our phones on us, if you need to, text us and we can meet you in the bathroom or something," Stiles reminded him.
Isaac nodded, "Right, solid game plan, One class at a time." With that, he took a deep breath and walked into the building. Maybe he should have also brought some ear plugs… Now that he knew for sure he really was hearing things much better than before, it would be nice to learn how to dampen that.
"Oh, almost forgot, here, try these out," Stiles called out, handing Isaac two globs of stuff. "It's the ear plug stuff, for swimming, I noticed you wincing," he explained, gesturing to his ears.
"You really are the best, no offense Scott," Isaac smiled. "How did you even think of this?" he asked as he jammed the silicone into his ears.
Stiles shrugged, "I noticed how Laura kept tilted her head when we were over there, like she was listening for something. Then she mentioned meeting up with the Argents so I realized just how good her hearing must have been. Which of course reminded me about how you were complaining about the loudness during lunch the other day, plus the squeaky chair and stuff. Dug those out of the bathroom cabinet for you, if they drown out too much sound we'll find you something else."
Isaac looked around the hallway, loving that all the locker slamming was muted now, Stiles was very inventive! He might have to take them out during class but, for in between classes it was just right. He pulled both his brothers into a hug before pulling them both to English.
*First Period English 2*
Scott brightened as they walked into class and Allison was already there in her seat; he pulled away from his brothers to hurry to his seat. "Hey, I had a lot of fun at the party. I knew you were with Lydia so I tried not to text you too much or anything," he said all in a rush. After all it was only their first date and he didn't get to stay that long so he really wasn't sure if she'd even want to text him.
"I had fun too, although maybe for date two we can do something a little more, just us?" Allison asked.
"Date 2? You… We get a date 2?" Scott asked, huge smile on his face.
Allison looked down at her desk, hand brushing through her hair, "Yea, like I said, I had fun. I'd like to get to know you better- I meant it when I suggested it at the party."
"Okay, um, I'll have to check my work schedule and lacrosse but maybe later this week? I know you mentioned it but, I don't know you might have changed your mind or something," Scott mumbled, obviously in disbelief that she still wanted to get to know him.
"Yea, that sounds good. Just don't take too long," she laughed. Allison could tell that he was a sweetheart- despite all the other girls saying that was Adam's role. Scott was a nice guy, he didn't act all conceited or entitled, something that she'd gotten really tired of at her last school. "Oh, and like I promised, here's your pencil back- thanks again for letting me borrow it."
"Of course, I always carry extras; if you need another one in the future you can always ask me."
Allison nodded and then turned to Isaac, "Hey, how are you feeling? Scott said you were feeling better Sunday morning."
"Huh? Oh yea, it was a bit of a rough night but it was out of my system by the time I got up on Sunday," Isaac told her. It technically wasn't a lie… she just didn't know he was talking about something besides bad food.
"Well I'm glad you got home… good thing your friend was there to take you. No offense or anything but it was nice to spend a little more time with Scott before he left to check on you," she told him.
Isaac laughed quietly, "No worries, I understand." As their teacher stood up and started taking roll, Isaac looked at Allison carefully; they'd been in such a hurry yesterday that they didn't get the chance to talk about the Argents with Laura. Was Allison a threat? Scott of course would be ready to argue that she was completely safe but Isaac couldn't be sure. It was his life on the line and if Allison were to find out and tell her parents… there was no telling what might happen. Maybe he'd try to text Laura later, see if she knew more about the Argents and their hunting policy. For now though he had to pay attention- Miss Thompson was a nice teacher but she also wasn't afraid to call out students for spacing out during class.
*Second Period World History*
Isaac waved to his brothers as he got to the stairs, the usual promise to see them at lunch. As he took a few steps, he heard his name get called out, arms easily wrapping around him. His fingertips started to tingle as he thought for a split second he was getting attacked but then he registered Erica's voice, her scent taking root in his mind.
"How was the party Mr. Popular?" she asked in a teasing tone. She and Boyd were coming from the first floor and she'd spotted him as they cleared the second floor landing.
"It was fun, I didn't stay long though, I got sick," Isaac told her, sticking with the story, in case anyone from the party happened to be listening. He should have known they'd ask about the party; both of them had been excited when they'd all been messaging each other on facebook. Thankfully they promised not to bother him about details over the weekend- they saved that for today.
"Sick? Everything okay?" she asked, sliding off his back to get a better look at him.
He nodded and continued up the stairs, "Yea, just ate some bad food before the party. I was totally fine by Sunday."
"Was Scott mad you cut his date short?" Boyd asked, coming up on Isaac's other side.
"Actually I had a friend take me home, so Scott and Stiles got to stay awhile longer. Things went well enough though, Allison said she wants Scott to take her on another date," Isaac told them.
"Oh, go Scott," Boyd laughed. "Glad you're feeling better though."
"Lydia didn't make a big deal about it right?" Erica asked, worried that Stiles might have gotten yelled out by her asshole boyfriend or something.
"No, she was a gracious host, just told me to make sure they don't cause trouble. We didn't see too much of her." As they sat down in class, Isaac remembered that Ran had gone as well. He tapped her on her shoulder so she'd turn around; he waved and used her name sign to say hello.
Ran smiled at him, waving and Signing his name quickly, the letters flowing together. She frowned then, scribbling something down and passing him the paper.
Are you feeling better?
"Yea, it totally ruined my night but, after a few hours I was better. Did you have fun?" Isaac asked. As he finished his question, he lifted one hand to his nose (two fingers out) and then touched them to his other hand (also with two fingers extended). During his free time on Sunday, as a way to try and distract himself from the Werewolf thing, he'd looked up Signs for basic words.
Ran held her fist out and made the knocking motion for yes, she'd actually had a lot of fun. She probably wouldn't have stayed so long if Stiles hadn't shown up but because she decided to stay, she had fun dancing with Allison and then later Lydia too.
"Looks like Isaac figured out how to make friends with Ran," Erica laughed, turning to Boyd. Makes sense why she never spoke to anyone, even when Isaac had tried so hard to be friendly.
"Oh, sorry. Umm Ran here was actually at the party, Lydia invited her. Stiles also told me about Ran since apparently they are friends and I had no idea."
Both his friends nodded in understanding, wondering what had changed all of a sudden for the two of them to be talking. Erica smiled all of a sudden, "Is that why I always saw Stiles walking around moving his hands, was he practicing?"
Isaac nodded, "Yea, he met Ran last year in Astronomy and learned ASL to talk with her. Now I'm learning, or trying to."
Ran nudged him to get his attention, pointing to the paper again.
Just takes practice
"Yea, lots of practice, like any other language. Hell I'm still trying to get my name right, I do it so slow…" Isaac complained, Signing his name slowly.
"Dude we can totally practice too, I mean the more the merrier right?" Boyd asked, looking at Ran, unsure how she felt about them.
Ran brightened and Signed yes again, also nodding her head so they got her meaning. She'd love to have more students to talk to; it was enough that her teachers understood and respected her wishes to stay quiet, didn't force her to talk. But knowing that some other students were willing to learn to talk with her instead of shunning her for being weird, it made her so happy. She turned back to the front and shuffled her notes around, not wanting the others to see how ridiculously happy such a simple proposal made her. As the rest of the class quieted down, getting ready for Mr. Westover to start, she heard Erica tell Boyd that they should head to the library at lunch.
*Second Period Biology*
Lydia was sitting at her desk, painted nails drumming the desk as she waited; when the two Stilinski boys finally walked in, she gave them a small smile. Stiles returned it readily, not even tripping over his feet as he made his way to his seat a bit behind her. Lydia turned in her seat, glad that the girl behind her wasn't sitting down yet. "So, maybe it wasn't completely awful having you at the party the other night. You didn't break anything or start any fights- Danny totally vouched for you." She gave them a look though, "Don't think it makes you cool or anything, just that maybe… if Isaac wants to bring you to the next party he can." With that she turned back around and faced the board.
Stiles dropped his pencil, and his jaw, as she turned back- she was okay with them? She'd acknowledged his presence and was maybe interested in letting him come back to her house? Obviously of course it was only in the event of a party, but the ban had been lifted? Quickly he spun around to squeal unintelligibly to his brother, hands flying through the air.
"Dude, calm down, I don't know Sign Language, you have to use your voice," Scott whispered, mimicking Stiles rapid hand motions with a confused face.
"Lydia is totally cool with us being at her next party!" Stiles whispered.
"She said maybe, depending on if Isaac went…" Scott said.
Stiles waved his brother off, "That's totally her way of saying that Isaac can invite both of us now instead of just one. You heard her, we can't think we're cool or anything, just that we aren't on the absolutely ignore list now. So we aren't going to be sitting at her table for lunch or anything but like, we've got an in now!"
"Okay, okay awesome, we can go to her parties now, cool stuff, now turn around before Mr. Hill yells at you," Scott mentioned.
"Dude, this totally means that you basically have her blessing to ask Allison out again, you know that too right?" Stiles pointed out, seeing that Scott didn't understand just how big of a deal this was.
Scott dropped his pencil at that news, holy crap Stiles was right! If they were on Lydia's acceptable list (but probably still on her "don't talk to me" list) that meant she wouldn't try to talk Allison out of dating him. That had been on his mind as he thought about what the two of them might have talked about after the party- surely she'd try to set Allison up with one of the more popular guys… Allison was obviously willing to give him a chance to that meant Lydia hadn't been too stubborn about it. Maybe this was why! Now both of them were too busy daydreaming to pay attention in class, they'd have to get Isaac's notes at the end of the day.
*Third Period History*
"So, since we were pretty tired after the party, and your dad came and got you early, tell me, what's with Scott?" Lydia asked as soon as Allison sat down.
"You've been dying to ask me that haven't you?" she laughed.
"Of course, we're best friends, you're supposed to tell me all about it! Although I am surprised you decided on Scott, given everything the girls said about him during tryouts and stuff."
"I have him in a few of my classes, he's really sweet, and funny. I don't care about popular, a lot of popular guys can be jerks. He deserved a chance, despite what anyone might have said- if he was a loser that was something I wanted to decide for myself."
Lydia nodded, "That's fair. I agree, other than his standing as a benchwarmer, there isn't anything about him that screams 'loser,' he keeps to himself though. It's just part of the game in high school, want to get to know the right people, be in the right circles. But if you really like him, I won't talk trash on him. I already told him that next time I have a party, they might be invited."
"You know, if you were actively seen with them, people would think they were cooler," Allison suggested. It wasn't that she cared, and she doubted the boys dreamed about being in the cool circle, but if Lydia was really worried about Allison's reputation, she could just extend her popularity to include them.
"That is a very good point… we'll see how things go after your second date. He still has time to mess up and make you not like him. If things continue to go well then maybe they can sit with us or something."
Allison smiled, "Yea, that would be cool of you." If things went well and Scott actually became her boyfriend, it would be nice to know that Lydia was supportive. The redhead had already proven to be a really awesome friend, she'd hate to make things weird if she got on Lydia's bad side so early. Plus it was sure to make Scott feel awful if he knew her best friend didn't approve. Now all she had to do was wait for Scott to ask her out for date number 2.
*Fourth Period Biology*
As Danny walked into class, having excused himself from lunch early to grab his books, he knew Jackson was still in a grumpy mood. He'd been full of complaints at lunch, the other players only too happy to listen.
"Dude, you knew they were planning on crashing the party and you didn't say anything?" Jackson complained as his friend sat down.
"I told you, they didn't crash anything. They didn't even stay that long- you wouldn't have even known they had been there if Lydia hadn't mentioned it."
"Yea, about that, why the hell did Allison bring Scott? Surely the girls mentioned he was a loser. She shouldn't be hanging out with dudes like him, he's bad for her image."
Danny sighed, "I don't think Allison cares? Scott isn't that bad of a person Jackson you know that. You've been in classes with him since like 5th grade. He just isn't that great at lacrosse and doesn't have tons of friends. There isn't anything about him that makes him bad for Allison."
"You're too nice Danny. No one in this school will respect her if she's seen with him and you know it. She'll end up fading into the background, Scott would drag her down. She's way too awesome for that," Jackson said. "Besides, you know how they work, and Stiles is a trouble maker through and through. He'll end up dragging her into detention or something and get her in trouble with her parents. You'd think that having the sheriff for a dad would make them more responsible."
"You know it just makes you more sneaky. It's like having a priest for a dad, you either go with the flow or you rebel, hard. Stiles doesn't know how to stay out of things and, well he gets into trouble."
Jackson scowled, "He doesn't know when to shut up, and he keeps chasing after Lydia."
"He has a crush and he's not the only one that does- isn't that why Tyler isn't allowed at our lunch table now?" Danny chuckled. After all, he was always hitting on Lydia, thinking that Jackson wouldn't find out. "Stiles just tries to say hi to her, wants to know that she acknowledges his existence, other than that he's harmless."
"He isn't harmless, once she acknowledges his existence then he starts to think he has a chance! Really, he should go be with the seizure chick, they'd be good together, they both have those stupid episodes."
Danny frowned at his friend, "Dude, she can't help it, she has epilepsy, and Stiles hasn't had a panic attack in forever. You can't treat him like that, not when you don't have a perfect record either."
"You said you wouldn't bring that up!" Jackson whispered, eyes narrowed as he looked around.
"I'm just saying, you of all people should be more sympathetic to what Stiles went through. And you have no reason to be mean to Erica either- I know you don't care about her because she isn't popular but don't treat her like trash over a health issue."
"Alright, I'm sorry… honestly it was aimed more at the spaz than at her anyways," Jackson mumbled. He doodled on the side of his notes as the teacher droned on about whatever… Danny was really the only person that knew, he hadn't even told Lydia about it- no way was he going to look weak to her, she deserved better than that. He still remembered how the attack felt, the wave of dizziness that came as he lost his breath, the racing heart… Jackson knew for a long time that he'd been adopted, his parents never kept that from him, it had just taken him a few years to really understand what it meant. He was around 13 when he decided that he wanted to go meet his birth mom, and maybe dad too if he was around. After a few weeks of planning, he'd worked up the courage to ask his parents, telling them about all the questions he'd been writing down. Really, Jackson just wanted to know about his family, his real family, what they might be like- were they a lot like him? Did he get his eyes from his mom or his dad? It had been completely shocking to see his mother look away with tears in her eyes as he proposed his idea.
They'd obviously kept this part from him because they didn't know how to tell him but now that he was asking, they couldn't keep it a secret. His father brought him into his office and pulled out a scrapbook. He let Jackson read the newspaper article, about how his parents had been in a horrible car accident- the day before his birthday. It hadn't made any sense, how could his parents die before he was even born? Jackson's head started pounding then, as his dad tried to explain how the doctors had managed to save him but not his mother. He'd never get to know them? Never get to ask his questions… shouldn't he have died with them? Even now, Jackson isn't sure why he had a panic attack, but the thought of being pulled from his mother's almost dead body was too much to hear. He only had that one attack but in the days afterward he often wondered why he was alive, would his parents be proud of him? What might have happened if they didn't die? Danny was the one that pulled him out of it though, saying that it wasn't helping to wonder about the 'what-ifs' since it was only making him worse. He asked if maybe they should visit their graves and Jackson had leapt at the chance. After seeing their headstones, it had calmed him down and Jackson was able to pull himself out of his crisis. Now he tried to not think about it, he visited them every now and then but didn't dwell on the what-ifs. Maybe he shouldn't be so hard on Stiles, he'd been through a lot as a kid, losing his mom and then that whole ordeal with Mr. Lahey… Considering all of that, maybe Stiles should get more credit for being fairly normal.
*Fifth Period Algebra 2(B)*
Stiles groaned as he finally dropped his pencil, his hand had been starting to cramp from trying to write everything down before class was over. Mrs. Duff liked to cram in a lot of information, which was good since that meant they were well prepared for the homework but bad because hand cramps. But he got all the information so he'd be more than able to understand the homework tonight. He packed up his things and made his way to the door, Isaac right beside him, ready for just one last class. Suddenly they were both shoved roughly to the side, Dylan pushing between them.
"Get out of my way Lahey, you're on my list- you and your trash brothers," Dylan spat out, using Isaac's old name as a way to get his point across.
Stiles narrowed his eyes, surprised at the hostility, on Friday Dylan hadn't said two words to them. Now he was threatening them? Isaac pushed forward, teeth looking sharp, Stiles cursed to himself and grabbed his arm.
"Isaac, hey, hey, let it go, it's fine," he whispered, managing to pull his brother over to the wall. "Look at me, focus on me okay? Don't think about him or anyone else, let's just calm down. He's mad about what happened, he's just letting off steam. Don't worry about him okay." He could hear Isaac growling but his teeth hadn't shifted into total fangs so that was a plus; his eyes were only starting to glow as well. Dylan was lucky that he'd caught them off guard like that or else Isaac might have registered more anger than surprise. Once Dylan was gone from view, Stiles started walking with Isaac to class, talking to him the whole time, drowning out every other thought his brother may have had.
"I'm good, I'm good… as long as Andrew doesn't say anything. I just… I don't know about practice, that seems too risky after what Dylan said," Isaac whimpered.
"Just remember, head to the bathroom if he says anything at all to you, or about us. I'll come up with something for practice. Let's just get through sixth period first," Stiles promised.
Isaac nodded and took a deep breath, "Yea okay, I'll text you or Scott if I need help."
Stiles pulled him into a quick hug before speeding off to Econ, an idea already springing to mind.
*Sixth Period Trig*
Again, Lydia found herself waiting for someone to come into class; Ran was usually right behind her but she must have made an extra stop or something. She closed her eyes, silently going over what it was she was going to say, fingers moving quickly. Her eyes opened as she heard someone sit down next to her; Lydia turned and waved to Ran, a smile on her face. Her brought her right hand up to her chin, fingers touching her chin and then moving outward (thank you), then she held out both hands, index fingers extended, first pointing away from her and moving them to point to her chest (for coming), lastly she put her hand to her chest and then made both hands into the "Y" letter shape and swayed them back and forth in front of her (my party).
Ran's eyes widened, surprised that Lydia had obviously practiced to say that to her, there was no hesitation in her movements, just determination. She smiled, copying the Sign for party and then touching her fingers to her nose and then to her other hand (fun).
"I'm glad you had fun, I was worried you wouldn't," Lydia said, not having enough knowledge to form that sentence. "I'm glad Stiles was there, I had no idea you were friends, nor that you Signed. I'm sorry for not asking." She punctuated her apology by making a fist and rubbing it in a small circle over her chest (sorry).
Not many people think to ask, but it's nice to know that you are willing to learn Ran wrote down. Apparently going to Lydia's party had been a really good thing, it had allowed her to expand her circle of friends. It wasn't like she didn't have any, some like Stiles that either already knew ASL or were willing to learn and some like Lydia that were fine with communicating via the written word. But still, just today she learned that there were people around her that were willing to learn how to communicate to make things easier for her.
"Friends do that," Lydia answered, easily making the Sign for friends.
Ran nodded, also Signing 'friends' to show she agreed, they were friends.
*After School*
The final bell rang, excusing everyone from class; Stiles slowly packed up, gesturing for Scott to go ahead and find Isaac. He hadn't messaged them at all so hopefully that meant everything went okay. As the class emptied, Stiles approached Coach's desk, happy that Econ was his last class of the day.
"Hey Coach, can I talk to you?"
"About class or practice?"
"Practice," Stiles answered.
Coach nodded, "Sure Stilinski, what's on your mind."
"I just…I noticed that some of the other players are starting to feel hostile about what happened to Andrew. They were saying some nasty stuff, got all worked up over the weekend when they saw how bad Andrew was probably…"
"Did you want me to tell them to not get upset? Andrew was one of our top players you know."
"I know, actually I was thinking maybe just have Isaac and I run laps today. That way the guys see that we're still going to be punished for what happened, since I technically hurt Andrew too when I tripped. Maybe that will help calm them down?"
"That's pretty reasonable, why can't you apply this kind of brain power to class?" Coach asked. "I'll make a big deal about it so they see that I'm the one responsible for discipline and they can trust me to do my job. I can't do much about them being nasty, just as long as they don't get physical. But it was an accident anyways so it shouldn't escalate that bad. Go on and hit the locker rooms, I'll see you out on the field."
Stiles sagged with relief, at least for today, maybe tomorrow he'd gotten Isaac out of any physical contact with Dylan. Now they just needed to make sure Isaac had a pretty good hold over his wolf by the time he was allowed to practice again. It couldn't be that hard to get under control, right? He should be fine by Wednesday. He hurried out to the locker room, knowing that both his brothers were probably wondering what was up.
"Sorry, had to talk with one of the teachers, didn't have time in class," he called out in a normal voice as he started to change. Both of his brothers were still there, but they weren't the only ones and Stiles didn't want anyone to assume he'd complained to Coach. The three of them hustled out to the field as soon as Stiles was ready.
"Okay, you boys know the drills, we went over all of them before break. Congratulations on the newest members of the team, go out there and impress me, you might get some game time," Coach Finstock called out before blowing the whistle. "Stilinskis 14 and 24, front and center."
Scott groaned and started to make his way over to Coach, wondering what he had done but Adam nudged him, "He said 14, not 11, you're good."
He blinked in surprise, why was Isaac getting called and not him? Isaac was first string…
"I want you two on laps, all practice; let's see how many days of this until you learn to not hurt your teammates. Let's go!" Coach blew his whistle and sent them off.
Stiles of course groaned loudly, he'd always hated laps- he was not a runner. But this of course was his plan, no one would ever suspect that he'd asked for laps as punishment. As the two ran by, he gave a grateful smile to Coach and then hung his head, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
"So this was your plan? You running laps?" Isaac asked as they moved further away from the players.
"Yup, I figure if the team sees Coach punishing us for what happened to Andrew, they'd lose the animosity. Now no more talking, I have to focus on breathing," Stiles complained.
"Thanks. This, this is even better than what I came up with." Knowing that Stiles wasn't going to respond, Isaac took off, sprinting forward. Since he was going to be running, he might as well work off some of his energy.
Everything was fine for awhile, Isaac sprintng lap after lap, heart racing but still in complete control- he was just focused on moving his legs and not much else. As he moved to sprint past Stiles again he heard him groan in complaint.
"I swear if that's you I hear… I feel like Falcon right now, all that's missing is you saying 'on your left' as you speed by," he wheezed.
"How many times have I passed you?"
"15!" Coach Finstock called out, looking rather impressed as they ran by his spot on the field. Isaac really must have put some effort into his running over break- talk about stamina. That was quite the speed to maintain for so long.
"Okay, I'll run with you now, how's that sound?" Isaac asked, slowing his pace.
Stiles just nodded, not even trying to form words at this point. Maybe having someone run with him would help him to keep pushing forward, one step at a time. Judging just by his fatigue level, Stiles figured they had maybe another 20 minutes left of practice, he could do this…
They had gone maybe another full lap when suddenly they heard Scott shout, "Look out!"
Both of them turned to look at the middle of the field, wondering what was happening. Stiles took a second to realize that the small ball was flying right at his face; he threw his hands up and closed his eyes. Usually he was happy that Coach didn't make them run laps with their helmets on, now he was regretting that choice. He heard a loud smack, reflexively groaning in pain but as he opened his eyes, he saw Isaac's hand in front of him.
As soon as Isaac heard Scott call out, he turned to make sure his brother was alright, he hadn't said much during practice. He registered everything in slow motion, Dylan still standing in the throwing position and the ball soaring straight at them. Without a second thought, Isaac stepped forward and his hand shot out, grabbing the ball. He only vaguely registered a stinging sensation in the palm of his hand as he stared Dylan down.
A whistle blew and got everyone's attention, "Moore, what the hell was that? Did you think I wasn't paying attention? Don't even try to pass that off as an accident! Go wait for me in my office. You boys alright?" Coach called out.
"Fine Coach!" Isaac called out. Really the only reason he hadn't already thrown the ball back at Dylan was because Stiles's hand was on his wrist, stopping him.
"Coach saw, Dylan is in trouble. This will sort itself out in Coach's office. Let's just finish out laps," Stiles whispered.
Isaac lobbed the ball back to Scott, "Yea, whatever." He didn't want to think about if it only made it worse.
By the time practice was over, Stiles collapsed on the lawn, not wanting to shower- not having the energy to. "You guys go shower, I'm going to get my legs back so I'll be able to drive us home"
"You're lucky Scott noticed," Jackson said to him as the others walked away.
Stiles jumped, not expecting Jackson to still be out here, was he going to kick his ass or something?
"Dylan is pissed about what happened to Andrew, he has a shot at getting a scholarship next year and doesn't want him to miss out over Isaac's mistake."
"Yea, I gathered that. So why is he taking it out on me? I was on the inside, that ball was going to hit me, not Isaac," Stiles complained.
Jackson shrugged, "He's mad but he isn't going to risk another starter either. Just be careful, I don't want to have to kick anyone off the team over an accident. Don't do anything to push him, alright Stilinski."
"I didn't do anything, I was just running laps. I don't talk to him in classes either, like… how can I aggravate him?"
"By existing," Jackson called over his shoulder as he walked away.
"Great…Dylan may or may not try something else later… just what Isaac needs right now," Stiles sighed. "At least today is over."
A/N: Just want to add, for anyone not knowledgeable about ASL, it's a different grammar system than regular English. Most sentences use the Subject-Verb-Object format and don't use a lot of the smaller words we do. So a direct translation of what Lydia Signed to Ran would be: Thank you, come, my party and Ran, a fluent Signer, would know how to translate the sentence into a full English one. A lot of meaning is translated via facial hints as well since a lot of Signs are used to represent multiple things. I am not an experienced Signer but I know someone who has a communications degree in ASL and I'm doing my best to be as accurate as possible while still learning all the intricate things myself =)
Also, just want to put it out there for my readers, I'm not making Ran deaf since I do not know anyone personally that is and I feel like I wouldn't be able to accurately describe what that lifestyle might be like. By having her parents be Deaf I'm hoping to give my readers a little bit of knowledge about the Deaf community, based on what I've learned, while not trying to appropriate something I literally have no personal experience with. Plus I think ASL is a beautiful language and if I can maybe encourage people to look into it by reading this story, I'd be happy =D
