Thanks for all of the reviews! Next week is going to be insane. I wish Monday would come already, I've been planning Laci since the promo and it's getting crazy lol To answers someone's question, Laci will be making a choice as to who she's going to be with for the rest of the season, but you never know what could happen come next season.

Chapter 50

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Laci was walking down the hall way alone. She felt a little weird not having an arm wrapped around her, whether it belonged to Stiles, Scott, or Isaac. She felt like something was missing, and she had a feeling that it was them. She usually had her brother, Stiles, or her boyfriend with her. It was a rare sight this year to see her without at least one of them with her as they moved down the hallway together. She felt almost . . . lonely, without at least one of them with her. Even if that one person was her brother, she'd rather him then being by herself. When she was by herself, she noticed all the stares and whispers that she was getting by the other students.

She knew that they were all talking about Isaac. As far as they all knew, he had killed his father, and she was a killer's girlfriend. It didn't help that word got around that she had defended Isaac to Lydia in the locker room either. Not that she wished that she hadn't, because she would always stick up for him when she needed to, but she just wished that it hadn't put the spot light on her. That was exactly what Derek and Scott didn't want, especially since she had helped Isaac escape from police custody that night. The boys were scared that the police would set their sights on her and she would slip up about something.

Some faith they had in her, she thought as she stopped at her locker. She spun in her combo and opened her locker door. She stuffed Isaac's sweatshirt inside, which was starting to smell more like herself then it did him. She would need to get a different one from him at some point, when ever she's allowed to him again, that is. She rolled her eyes as she continued to take out and put things back inside of her locker. Once she was done, she slammed her locker door shut and turned to leave. Only, she screamed out softly when she turned right into Matt. "Oh, god!" she gasped as she gave him a nervous laugh as she put her hand over her heart to slow down her heart beat.

He chuckled softly as he looked her over. She had wore jean shorts today instead of her usual dress. Her tank top fit her perfectly, outlining her curves just right. The button down shirt she had on over it killed it for him, though. He knew that it wasn't her's. It was too worn out to belong to her, someone who doesn't work. It wasn't her brother's either, it was too long to be Scott's shirt. That left Isaac. Hadn't Stiles said that they had a falling out? What was she doing wearing the guy's shirt then? "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I just, uh, noticed you standing here alone. Usually you're always with someone." he told her as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

She nodded her head in understanding as she pulled the shirt tighter to keep him from seeing any amount of skin that he shouldn't be seeing. Something about Matt gave her the creeps, and she didn't know what it was. He was always sweet to her, made her laugh a little, but there was something just . . . just off about him. "Yeah, I don't know where the guys are for once. Makes me worried that that they're causing some kind of trouble. I should, um, go, you know, find them." she said as she pulled her bag onto one of her shoulders and motioned that she would be leaving.

She turned to leave, taking one step back, when she was yanked to a stop. She looked down to see Matt's hand holding onto her wrist. She felt a sick wave of emotions flow through her, and she just wanted him to stop touching her. "I wanted to ask you something before you go off looking for them." he told her with that small smile. She wasn't sure if it was suppose to be a shy smile, a smile that she knew well on Isaac, but he wasn't doing it right. She flickered down to her wrist still caught in his grasp before looking back up at him with a wary look. She wasn't sure if she liked where this was going. "I, uh, I just wanted to see if we could do the whole date thing over again? This time, you know, by ourselves?" he asked her quietly as he moved a step closer to her.

She felt her heart race in a panic when he stood too closely to her. She now wished that she wasn't alone. Where was Scott and Stiles when you need them? Seriously! Wasn't her brother suppose to have super hearing? Couldn't he hear her heart right now? Cause, she was pretty sure that she could hear it. She let out a nervous laugh as she took a step back and pulled her arm out of his hold. "Look, Matt, I had a lot of fun at the ice rink, I did." she just had to let him off easy, that was all. Right? "But it wasn't a date to me, not like it apparently was for you. I don't know what Stiles told you when he invited you, but I'm not looking for a new boy friend any time soon. I'm sorry." she told him gently as she turned and took off down the hall way, trying to speed walk so he couldn't grab her again.

She felt really bad for shutting him down like that, but she wasn't going to lie. She was still with Isaac, and even if she wasn't? She still couldn't go out with Matt. Not because if she didn't have Isaac, she'd have Derek, but because Matt make her skin crawl for some reason she couldn't understand. "Well, there goes boy friend number, what is it now? Four, or is it five now?" a voice said out behind her. She stopped in confusion and turned to see who it was that had said that.

"Erica," she gasped as she looked the girl over.

She was no longer the girl who wore baggy clothes and had uncontrollable blond curls. If anything, she was a blond bombshell now. She wore more fitting, more provocative, clothing, and her hair was left down in perfect curls now. She tilted her head to the side as a smug look played on her red lips. She might have appreciated Laci being nice to her, but that didn't change facts that it was only because she pitied her. "You know, Isaac's been missing you like a pathetic little puppy dog." she told her with a bored expression, just remembering how Isaac had begged her to check on Laci and tell her that he couldn't wait to see her again.

Laci missed him too, that much was clear by how her eyes lit up just at the mention of her boy friend. Erica didn't buy it, though. A girl like Laci didn't fall head over heels for a guy like Isaac Lahey. She fell for boys like Jackson or Derek. "Is he okay?" she asked her with eager eyes, hoping that she gave her an answer. Erica just rolled her eyes and nodded her head. Laci nodded back, happy to hear that Isaac was alright. She looked up and saw something in Erica, something that made her think about the old version of her. "Are you alright?" she asked her as she grabbed a hold of her hand.

Erica looked back at her, taken back by the motion and the honesty inside of her eyes. She really cared about her, there was no pity in her eyes. Erica never had any friends before, but Laci was trying. Laci actually was taken back herself when she saw Erica's expression soften right in front of her. She almost looked like the old Erica that she had only just talked to a few days ago. When Erica realized that she had cracked, her cold taunting expression returned and she dug her claws into Laci's wrist, causing her to yelp, pain screaming from her eyes as she tried to pull away from the she-wolf, but she just dug into her skin deeper. "I'm perfectly fine, Laci. I'm a new person, and I like it." she said to her through a forced smile before she released her wrist from her hold and strutted off down the hall.

Laci hissed in pain as she looked down at her wrist to inspect the minor damage that Erica had done to it. She winced when she saw blood dripping down from where her claws had dug into her skin. It wasn't that deep, she could see that, but it still really hurt and there was a lot of blood coming from the new marks on her skin. "You're gonna want to put cold water on that, you know." she jumped a mile at the voice behind her and spun around to see Jackson standing behind her. "As you already know, I've been there and done that with those scratches, thanks to Derek. C'mon, I'll go help you clean it." he offered as he motioned for her to follow him.

She was hesitant on following him, but nodded her head in agreement anyway and followed after him through the hall way. He brought her all the way down to the locker room, which thankfully was empty of any naked lacrosse boys. He led her all the way into the back where the sinks were. "Here, hop on." he told her as he got one of the sinks going. She did as he said and hopped onto the sink beside the one that he was using. "Arm." he said out to her once he got the temperature right. She held out her wounded arm to him and hissed as he ran it under the cold water.

She watched on as the blood mixed in with the water, running down the sink drain and unstaining her skin. She blushed when she felt his finger just barely touch her wrist, tracing the nail marks that Erica had left. "I would still have the scratches that Derek gave me if he didn't give me the bite. I woke up the next morning and they were gone." he said to her quietly, staring at her wrist as if he were in a trance. She looked at him surprised, not having known that he was bitten. He glanced up and saw her surprised expression and quickly ducked down his head to avoid her gaze. "Don't worry, it didn't work. I didn't change on the full moon." he told her through clenched teeth.

She could see how much it bothered him that it didn't work. He had finally gotten what he had wanted, and it hadn't worked. Even if she was kind of glad about it, she did feel bad for him too. She pulled her hand out from under the water and took a hold of his, giving it a small squeeze. He looked up with a stunned look, not having expected for her to comfort him in any shape or form. "I'm sorry that you didn't get what you wanted, Jackson." she told him as sincerely as she could. "How do you know it didn't work anyway? What did you do? Tape yourself all night?" she laughed out to him, only meaning it as a joke. Her laughter died when he didn't laugh with her. Her smile dropped when she saw how he avoided looking at her now and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Oh, my god! You did! You seriously recorded yourself! That's just . . . hilarious!" she laughed out in amusement as she tried her hardest to hold in her giggles. It didn't work.

She didn't notice how his stance had changed. He was growing more and more upset with her the more that she laughed at him. Who was she to laugh at him? Where did she get off laughing at him? He was trying to help her out here, and she only laughed in his face in return. He wanted her to stop. He caught her off guard when he gripped the edge of the sink so tightly it had left a small dent in the side of it. "Stop. Laughing. At. Me." he growled out through his gritted teeth. She just looked at him in concern, not knowing what was going on with him. "Get out." he snarled at her, but she didn't move. "I said get out!" he shouted this time as he shot daggers at her with his eyes.

She flinched and nodded her head as she hopped down from the sink, holding her hurt wrist to her chest, and took off out of the locker room, leaving a strange Jackson behind to go through what ever it was that he was going through. She jumped as she heard something hit one of the lockers a second after she closed the door to the locker room behind her. She took a deep breath and hurried to back up stairs to go to the nurse and get her wrist properly checked on.