Isaac's body tensed. His hands untangled themselves from me and he stepped back. Confused, I took a step forward reaching out for him. "What's wrong?" He flinched away from my touch.

"I-You.. this.. us.." He fumbled for words. Sighing, he shut his eyes. "You can't tell someone you love them, when you only knew them in such short notice."

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams," Caressing his cheek. "That's a quote by . That's how I know I love you, Isaac Lahey. I can't stop thinking about you. Every night when I lay in bed I think of you.. When I close my eyes, I see your face. Isaac, I might not know a lot about your past but I know who you are." I bit my lip and stepped away.

His jaw clenched and he stubbornly refused to look at me. I didn't try to coax him into looking at me, nor did I speak another word. I simply turned around and walked out the door. Heartache and tears burning my throat. I held my composer not allowing it to shatter for love. Maybe its meant to be, maybe it isn't. Its easier to act careless than to care at all; thats only going to hurt. And I don't do well with pain.

- Lycanthrope -

I hardly spoke to anyone. I tried to smile and laugh along with some friends, but I can't help thinking about him. He walks down the hall like nothing happened. Doesn't he care at all? Was I just a distraction to all the supernatural thats going on in his life?

A book slammed onto the teachers desk, cut me out of my reverie. "Good morning."
"As you all know, Mr. Harris is still missing… I mean sick." awkwardly corrected her slip up. "Anyway, I'm filling in while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take my place. Okay, so let's get started, shall we?"

Oh for the love of.. Someone, anyone, kill me! No one? OK.. Its not like this day is getting any worse. Teacher missing, school finds a way to still teach us. What am I going to use chemistry for? Don't answer that.

I cocked my head to the side, eyes averting from one person to another. I caught a boy sticking hid finger into his nose(Gross), a girl building some tower with pencils, some were doodling, sending notes, or chatting. Stiles nudged his best friend and they started to chat. I couldn't hear what they were saying; no matter how much I strained my ears to catch a word.

Crossing my arms onto my the table(or is it a desk, what the hell do they call these things?) I leaned forward and rested my head on my arms. Eyes fluttering to a close then opening again. I would scan the room again, then close them. A buzzing sound made me ope my eyes; Scott hastily took out his phone and answered the call. I watched his fascial expression metamorphos from apologetic into horror, worry, shock.

I sat up straight; wondering.

When the bell rang, I caught up with Stiles without the Scott - I should write a story, can't you see it? The title and my name in shining stars? Bruno stole that from me. Wink- he explained Scotts expression.

"Deaton called. Something about Scott having to find him and thats he's about tone taken."

"Do you mean the human sacrifices?"

"Yupp." He popped the 'p'.

"Does your dad know?"

"Yeah, I called him." I nodded my head, biting my lower lip with worry.

"You going?" I asked. "I mean to Deaton's?"

"Yeah."

"Could you drop me off?"

"Why? Bored of Isaac already?" Though Stiles would've said something like this with a funny face or he'd poke his tongue at the end; today his voice lacked out of anything, totally devoid of emotion.

"Something like that." I walked ahead of him, not wanting to hear more about it. Depressed girls hate talking about it. Should I read a book or listen to sad music and eat ice cream?

- Lycanthrope -

The wind blew the hair into my face, its edge slapping my cheeks. Palms up high, shaking them wildly at the retreating blue jeep. Stiles honked twice. I stood there watching as the car disappeared farther into the narrow street lined with trees. Once the car was out of sight, I whirled around treading down the walk.

I didn't where I was going, I just kept on walking. The wind whipping my hair in a wild blaze of hay. Passing by closed doors each upholding a story of the people living within; the colors through the windows, the smiley faces peering from the walls. Every house has a story that none of us know. I'm clueless as to why, I'm fascinated by houses I pass everyday. Its not like their made of gold or silver; its just a normal house made out f brick, wood and cement. Maybe I'm just trying to forget. Maybe thats how you know your undergoing a heart break, when the smallest detail speak louder the words. When colors have meanings and happiness is a road filled with carnivorous, each awaiting an innocent to stumble in and meet its worst fate. Am I really heart broken?

Do I really love him?

Eyes stinging, mind caught up. "You can't tell someone you love them, when you only knew them in such short notice." What did he mean by that? Such short notice? Didn't Cinderella fall for her Prince on sight and he fell for her too. Or, what about Ariel? Romeo an Juliet? Yes, they are stories but don't all stories come from somewhere? Love is love. It comes in every size, age, race and religion. It doesn't matter who you are or what you do, nor does the timeline of knowing them counts. Its the sudden connection you feel towards them. The urge to hold them and never let go, and the restless nights that revolve around thinking about them. If this isn't love then what is it? A crush? A teenage version of love?

What is it, Isaac?

A/N: I know its been so long since my last update and I'm dragging the story for as long as I can to add some love scenes between the two. Also, Clara Delevingne as Clara. She's pretty and I like her. 3 ;)