Date 2
It's Wednesday and Isaac's first day at the new school, as expected, he doesn't know anyone and from the looks they were throwing at him as he crossed the hall, they didn't want him to get to know them. Emitting a silent sigh, Isaac bowed his dome low and headed to his fourth period, which was P.E. and for the first time in his life he wasn't thrilled about it.
Planning to skip the class, Isaac scanned his surroundings as he reached the P.E. field, making sure no one would see him as he searched for a spot where he could hide himself without being bothered by anyone until this class was over. It didn't take long for Isaac to notice that no one ever went over to the spot behind the bleachers, so that looked like a good place for him to hide and hope not to get caught e suspended in his first day.
As he arrived at the chosen spot, Isaac dropped his bag on the floor and sat down on one of the irony structures under the bleachers. Fishing the packet of cigarettes from his pocket, Isaac lit up one of them then raised it to his lips, pulling a bit of smoke into his mouth and let it linger there while he removed the cigarette prior to inhaling the smoke into his lungs by taking a deep breath only to blow it out, exhaling slowly. The taste of the smoke consumed his mouth and his body relaxed instantly, it was always calming for Isaac to smoke, it was like he could blow away all of the stress from this first day of school, which wasn't even over yet.
"Tsk. Smoking is bad for your health, Lahey." The surprise brought by the sound of Jackson's voice caused Isaac to drop the cigarette on the ground and look wide-eyed at the guy standing in front of him. He had been so concentrated smoking that he didn't even notice Jackson approaching him, if it had been anyone else Isaac would definitely be in trouble right now, if not for smoking, then for skipping class.
"Damn it, Jackson. You scared me." Isaac accused, throwing a glare at the younger Whittemore prior to simply shaking his head, bemused and lifting the cigarette from the ground and tapping it to remove the dirt. "What are you doing here?" Isaac asked, no longer looking at Jackson, instead dragging another puff of smoke into his lungs.
"The same thing as you." Jackson replied, rolling his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug prior to lowering his body and sitting on one of the irony structures, next to Isaac. "I don't see you smoking." Isaac retorted, a smirk curling onto the corner of his lips. "Skipping class, smartass." Jackson said, rolling his eyes at Isaac's attempt to be funny. "Fun." Isaac replied, uninterested, simply exhaling the smoke from his mouth.
Taking the cigarette from Isaac's hand, Jackson placed it between his lips, taking a drag. "Fun, indeed." He said and Isaac couldn't help but scowl lightly as Jackson returned his cig. "Since when do you smoke?" Isaac asked, masking the curiosity in his voice with a bothered facial expression. "Since a while ago." Jackson replied, shrugging casually. "Hm." Was all Isaac said before dropping the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it in order to unlit it.
"Why are you skipping class? I thought you liked P.E." Jackson asked and Isaac flinched slightly, he definitely didn't want to tell Jackson about his insecurities and the struggle of being the new guy in a new school. Isaac was never one to have friends and if it wasn't for the fact that Derek gave him the bite, he would never had made any friends and now this story was faded to be repeated. "Just didn't feel like joining them." Isaac finally said after a few seconds.
"You're a horrible liar, Lahey." And with those words being said, Jackson turned on his heels and started walking away from Isaac in the direction of the main building of the school. Isaac's eyes were glued to Jackson's back as the other walked and he couldn't exactly tell how he felt about Jackson walking away like that. Disappointed? Frustrated? Sad? Those were all good options. He thought he would get to spend at least a bit more of time with Jackson, kill a bit of his loneliness.
Closing his eyelids and exhaling a small sigh, Isaac rested his back further against the bleachers, trying to make himself more comfortable, but apparently it was impossible to be comfortable leaning against iron. Isaac's hands were placed behind his neck and he was planning to take a well-deserved nap to rest both his body and mind, but that was until Jackson's voice calling his name surprised him for the second time that day. "What are you still doing here, Lahey? It's break time, come on, I'm starving." And with that Jackson started walking away again, in slower steps than he did before, but anyway, this time Isaac quickly stood up from the irony structure of the bleachers and grabbed his bag from the ground and followed after Jackson, running a bit to match the other's steps.
As both boys reached the cafeteria, a smile was tugging at the corners of Isaac's lips, apparently Jackson was doing his best to surprise him in all of their encounters, he seemed like a completely different person now to Isaac. The rudeness and coldness were still there, as well as the snarky comments and the cocky attitude, but for the first time it seemed like there was more to Jackson Whittemore than a rich spoiled brat living in London and spending his parents' money. Maybe, just maybe Isaac and he could work in a friendship, just like they almost had back when Erica was still alive. Yeah, maybe Isaac could get a best friend again and this time Isaac promised himself that he wouldn't let this best friend die, no matter what.