"Are you going to call him grandpa?"
I glanced at Allison as she stared into the bathroom mirror, gussying herself up for whatever little romp in the night she was planning to have with Scott. She was talking about my dads father who had shown up for Kate's funeral with a bunch of new henchman like my dad had warned me, but not my twin. I answered her question with a simple, "no."
"Me either," she hesitated, licking her pinky to fix her smudged eyeliner. "Don't you think he's weird?"
"Yes."
"How long do you think he's going to be here?"
"Don't know."
"Do you know more than me?" She stopped completely and turned to face me where I stood in the doorway. She was dressed in dick me down clothes for sure, a tank top and leggings that didn't match with curled hair and makeup she had going on up top.
"Duh," I said, making sure she heard every bit of attitude I put into that one word. It was a dumb question over all.
"Are you going to tell me?"
"Ummmm, no."
"I do love our sisterly bond," she said sarcastically while applying chapstick all over her lips in a more than generous amount. I couldn't even hate; there was practically dust and webs in my inbetweens if you know what I mean. "Mom and Dad are on date night, right?"
Sometimes I couldn't believe the bullshit they told her. I couldn't even hide the scoff from my disbelief before I said, "If that's what they told you."
"What does that mean?" We were in sync as she turned off the light to our bathroom, I moved away from the door and gave her room to get ahead of me as we both made our way to the stairs. I did appreciate moments away from Scott and drama, especially since we had much more than normal in the past few months.
"It means things are going to change for your little relationship," I hummed out as we walked. She shot me a puzzled glance once we got to the bottom of the steps and around the corner where we would part. Her to the garage and me to my training room.
I shrugged as we both turned our individual knobs in unision. See, we are twins after all. "Byeeee," I sung out as I entered the room and swung the door shut.
I jumped right away as I noticed Gerard standing in the middle of the room. Honestly, I thought that he had left with my mother and father to do their bids. My grandfather would be the new principal and my mom the secretary. I wasn't sure if this was to keep an eye out on Allison or the growing population of Teen Wolves.
He was fingering the grooves on my Katana, which automatically set off alarms in my head. He didn't worry me, but he did have a way of making me uncomfortable. His presence demanded authority, like my father, and like my aunt. It's like you could just tell there was something there.
"I prefer to use a longsword myself," he said plainly, adjusting my sword so it was laying flat on both palms.
"Very european of you," I replied, moving away from the door but leaving it open. I didn't feel safe with him and there was way too much tension for my liking. I felt like keeping the door open would somehow relieve some of the uncomfortable air in here. I wasn't used to feeling out of place in my own space, but I didn't feel like I could really tell him to get out. Instead I said, "Unless you're looking for a werewolf fencing match, I would think the curved blade of my katana better suits our line of work."
"So you know your weapon," he stated with a smirk gracing his wrinkled face. His dark eyes remained trained on my katana, making his stance even more menacing.
"I know every weapon in here, they are all mine, of course," I said matter-of-factly.
My eyes never left him. Gerard put the sword back into the sheath and then onto its rack. "You know, I remember both you and Allison when in diapers. It was you who I always kept an eye on. Stomping around, demanding attention, being the mastermind behind every thing you and your sister got into." He turned to face me finally with a small reminiscent smile on his face. "You were always attached to your dad, you know. I was worried you would be the one to really make him weak. I had always made it a note to test him the hardest even before you and especially when I noticed how hard he wanted to keep you shielded from family…. Business."
He started to take slow steps towards me. I never broke our eye contact as he did. My heart raised from its normal calm beat to pounding so loud I thought maybe he could hear it. I didn't know what it was about him.
He continued, "You know I tried to get him to allow you to stay with me for a while."
"So I could end up as cold blooded and murderous as Kate?" The words fell out of my mouth before I could even think, which was not me at all. I prided myself on my ability to hold my tongue, especially in situations where I was extremely uncomfortable.
Suprisingly, his poker face didn't change at alll as he walked past me and towards the door. But before he left he did stop and say, "look at this room, a million and one ways to kill someone."
"So?"
"Aren't you all ready?"
My mom and grandfather working at the school of course put me in the position to have to be there and in class. I refused to jog down my usual path because of everything associated with it, and Lydia was finally coming back to school after her little adventure through the woods so Allison had made me feel guilty enough to be there with her for her big return.
We still drove seperate cars because not even our only friend almost dying then going missing could make us want to spend that much confined alone time together. Once parked, Lydia and Allison walked to me stopped at the end of the stairs. I gave her a once over; tight purple dress, matching heels, beat face, and curled hair. Silent applause.
Lydia made eye contact with me. "I'm honored you came to school for my big send off."
There's that snarkiness I didn't miss. With a snort I replied, "Well, I couldn't let you be the only freak show."
Allison quickly cut in, "Ummm, Lydia, you look really good."
I think Lydia enjoyed our back and forth as much as I did; as we continued to walk she made sure to look back directly at me before saying, "I know, while I was running around the woods naked for two days I did manage to lose nine pounds and that's more than you guys can say for your dilemna right?"
We got to the door, Allison and I sharing a confused look. "Our dilemna?" Allison questioned, raising a brow at her best friend.
"Well, you know, having a whole serial killer aunt and all," Lydia shook her head at us both and turned to walk inside the door in one fluid motion. I peered over at my sister who looked baffled.
"Remind me why we are her friend again," I asked, pulling the door open again. Allison ran her tongue over her teeth, stopped, and then shook her head with a shrug. In another world I would've wanted to slap Lydia but even I knew that was extremely innapropriate.
My sister and I walked into the school without sharing another word and were both shocked to see literally the entire hallway staring Lydia down. I looked at her face, her lips parted with nervous doe eyes to match. I didn't like to see Lydia crack more than I thought it was interesting because it was always brief and fixed before most would even notice.
"Maybe it's the nine pounds," Allison whispered with a little smirk. That brought Lydia back as fast as she was gone, and with a hair flip and shimmy of her shoulder, she strutted away and past all the eyes. They landed on my sister and I shortly after Lydia was out of sight.
I would definitely take a different approach. "What the fuck are you looking at?" I yelled, shocking and probably scaring most. Hey, if they think I'm just as pyscotic as my aunt than I could care less. I followed after my friend with my embarrassed sister in tow.
Once we were all together again at Lydia's locker it was quiet while she rummaged through all her things to get what she needed for the day. Ugh. I really had to be here for a full day and then more after that. That's not okayyyy.
"So what do we do?" I asked, looking between the both of them. They both snapped their eyes towards me at my words, and then shared a look beteen each other.
"Well, this is school and normally we.. go to class," Lydia said sarcastically before she turned back to packing her bag.
"Well that's what I'm not going to do. I can only take a few classes a day. There's not a club or something that won't bore me to death for at least an hour?"
"You could always go watch your favorite people at lacrosse practice," Allison offered with a little giggle. Very funny. I probably cared less about lacrosse more than the whole school population actually did. I rolled my eyes at her with a very annoyed sigh. "You don't have to actually watch but it is somewhere to be."
Lydia slammed her locker closed and looked over to us with a sigh and pursed lips. She tilted her head to the side and said, "Well I can't help you be a delinquent so I'm going to class. Allison, you coming?"
Allison gave me a sympathetic smile in that annoying way she does and turned to follow behind Lydia. I would be the one to get dragged here by them and then left. I helped Jackson get Lydia help so you would think she would lay off the insults for maybe a week. I need some less achieving friends who didn't share honor calsses like those two whores did. Well, I guess I can go watch both of their exes get thrown around a field for a little.
Now, I know I'm not one to really talk like I actually know anything about Lacrosse, but Scott was playing goalie and….running out of the goal everytime to….smell the other players? Correct me if I'm wrong but that's not how this sport works, right?
I knew something wolfy had to be going on. I wonder what other weird shit I had missed from now being in school; this place might actually be intresting if weird shit like this happens. Watching Scott pummel every person on the team was actually kind of funny too.
Next up, number fourteen! I might come to practice more often if all I got to see was muscular teenage boys slamming into each other. Anything to cure this dry spell.
Number fourteen reved up his engine and took offff towards Scott, there speeds were almost matching- it definitely peaked my interest. In fact, I even found myself on the edge of my seat as I waited for them to colide- and when they did! Both boys spun in the air and landed perfectly on all fours….the way only wolves do.
This day just keeps getting even more interesting. I kept my eyes trained on Scott and number 14 as they stood in frozen, staring each other down. That is until I saw a convoy of cops walking like they were in some kind of action movie in unison across the lacrosse field, sunglasses in cloudy weather for full effect. They went straight for coach then shouted, "Lahey!"
Number fourteen, Lahey, got up from all fours and sauntered towards the coach and taking off his helmet.
I couldn't even hold in my own shock. "Isaac."
The good thing I guess about not being in advanced classes was that I was in class with two idiots; Scott and Stiles. And what I could tell about their behavior since the sherriff came to pick up Isaac was that they definitely knew something that I wanted to know.
In chemistry I made sure to sit smack dab in front of the pair so they couldn't even turn away if they wanted too. I immediately asked, "What do you two dickwads know?"
Stiles nervously chuckled, his eyes darting from side to side as they did. "What- What do you mean? Know about what?"
"Have I ever came off to you before as the stupid type? What's going on with Isaac?"
"What do you care?" Scott answered. Did he forget my family are werewolf hunters over the smell of Allison's punani?
"Don't worry about why I wanna know. Is he a wolf?" I leaned even closer to them, making sure to take up all the space and make them even more uncomfortable. I was actually really curious about Isaac being a wolf. I had just seen him the other night. We did argue and it's not like I really knew him but I just- I don't even know.
"Why so you can go to try to kill him!?" Scott excaimed in a whisper yell, sounding almost like he was constipated.
"Out of my sister and I, the only one who was even came close to killing not one but two wolves is your girlfriend," I said matter-of-factly, throwing in a sarcastic smirk at the end. "Now tell me what I want to know before I actually do kill you."
"We don't know anything!"
"Lie again and I'm going to tell my dad that you're still going wolf balls deep in his daughter."
"You know?!"
"Duh, I know everything I just don't say anything so I can blackmail people later on like right now."
Scott sighed and shared a look with Stiles who was previously staring me down with his lips slightly parted. The way he was looking at me was almost lustful and definitely made me uncomfortable. After mentally checking in with his best friend Scott finally gave in, "Fine. They think Isaac killed his dad, and we think they're going to keep him locked in a holding cell. Only problem is- tonight's a full moon."
The information hit me like a train. I could barely process it all and wasn't sure if I really wanted too. I knew Isaac's dad was definitely kicking the crap out of him and I definitely had sympathy but if he allowed Derek to turn him into a wolf just so he could kill his own dad… that makes all that sympathy go away. I felt for Isaac but not enough for him to justify murder… I think.
Without another word I turned around in my seat. I just have way too much to process right now. There goes that feeling of how much I hate school and how useless it is. I glanced towards the clock. My parents can't be that mad….at least I showed up, right?
Wrong. My dad was definitely annoyed that I could be so disprespectful to leave school when my own family were administrators but honestly didn't that give me even more of a right to want to leave? But all of that didn't matter because as soon as Gerard was home, it was time to get to business.
My father and grandfather sat in my dad's office, no doubt trying to figure out what they knew about Isaac. I was hesitating outside the door because I didn't know what was right or what was wrong. I could tell because it was in my blood or I could keep shut because I pitied him. Fuck.
I heard from outside the door, my grandfather asked, "do we have proof?"
I could still hear the stress from the other night in my dad's voice as he asked, "Is the next step killing a sixteen year old?"
"I'm not interested if he is sixteen or not, I'm interested in what is going to happen to him on the full moon tonight. And if we have to eliminate this threat. Do we have proof?"
After a sigh my dad answered, "the driver's side door was...ripped off. His body was, well…"
Before I even knew what I was really doing my body was opening the doors and I was stepping into the room, demanding the attention in the way I was apparently known for. The men in the room looked at me expectantly. I knew there was no going back.
"I can tell you guys the truth," I hesitated, "but only if you let me help."
-I am almost done with season two. I wanted to make sure I had everything ready in terms of story to be able to update. But this chapter is no harm. I was stuck on chapter 16 but I got some reviews that inspired me to finish. I'm telling yall it really does help!
