Chapter 2

"Get-lost girl"

"Why haven't you told me?"

The moment Miss Jennifer let the class go, Isaac turned to Scott, who was sitting behind him. Scott zipped his bag and looked at Isaac, confused.

"Tell you what, exactly?" he asked, frowning and started walking.

Isaac stopped him, by grabbing his arm. Scott turned to him and waited. He saw that Isaac was following someone with his eyes.

"About her," he answered.

"About who? 'Get-lost' girl?"

This time, Isaac let go of Scott's arm and turned to Stiles, who caught the last part of their conversation.

"Get-lost…girl? What?" he asked, totally confused.

"Oh, right, you don't know her… well, let us show you something. It's going to be interesting," said Stiles and pushed them both to the exit.

"You two," stopped Stiles 2 freshmen "I'll give you 10 bucks each if you go ask out…" he stopped, looking around for someone. When he found the redhead, he just said "…thaaaaat girl."

"What is he doing?" asked Isaac, addressing Scott, who was obviously amused by Stiles.

He laughed softly. "That's just Stiles and his way to prove a point," answered Scott.

"Now, dear Isaac, look and listen," said Stiles and the three of them sat at a spare table.

One of the freshmen approached the redhead girl, who was sitting by herself at a table, reading a book. Isaac tried to concentrate – he needed to hear what was going on at her table. It was difficult, every time he looked at her, he had that … feeling and it wasn't easy.

"I'm sorry… Hi, I'm George. I would like to ask you if you'd want to go out with me, maybe go to a …" Isaac heard how the first guy tried to impress her, but by the look on her face, it wasn't really working.

"Listen… George, is it? Get lost, would you?" she answered, and Isaac almost laughed.

"You hear it, don't you?" asked Stiles and smiled, content. Isaac nodded his head, smiling. "Double two," added Stiles.

After about 5 minutes, the second guy approached her.

"Hey, girl. I was wondering if you'd want to hang out with me and…" again, she hasn't let him finish his invitation.

"Again? Get lost," she said, not even taking her eyes off the book.

This time, Isaac laughed. 'She's tough'

"Now you see what we mean by calling her the 'get lost' girl?" asked Stiles and opened his water bottle.

"While I see that I've missed really interesting moments in the time I wasn't here, that wasn't exactly what I wanted to know about her," he said and saw how Scott and Stiles, who was drinking, looked at him confused.

"She's a werewolf," he said. "Why haven't you told me about that?"

The spilled water from Stiles mouth and Scott's shocked expression was enough for Isaac to understand that they had no clue.

Well that was interesting…

She hated bright lights. She actually hated the sun – it made her feel weak. She's never ready to face the morning and open her eyes. Of course, she tells herself that it's because of the bright light and the continuous life of lies she was living in, but she knew the exact reason – she hated the memories that brought the sun light. Even though the dark contained most of her suffered pain, she liked it. Plain and simple – because it was real and it made her stronger. It made her who she was.

With the rising sun came the lies, the pretending – and the feeling that her whole life she lived in hate and ignorance, being part of someone's plan of becoming strong and powerful without her even knowing. That's the feeling she hated, just as much as she hated that person.

But she was a fighter and she will fight back. The moment she understood what was her role in his life, she rebelled. She wasn't going to be used for someone's maniacal wishes and plans. No, sir, not anymore. She'll fight and yes, she'll kill him. Rip his throat with her teeth, just for the pleasure of it. For all deaths she saw, for all the suffering, running and fear of dying herself.

She'll do it.

Isaac saw how she put her sunglasses on and started walking. It seemed she was on foot, just like him, which was convenient if he was going to follow her.

He watched her attentively. She was weird – and not only her nickname and attitude. Of course, those were weird too. He noticed that in one day, she got asked out a lot, and not only by the two guys that Stiles paid. She was always surrounded by someone, but she never looked at them twice. It was like she had something more important on her mind. Which explained the pressure he felt everytime he looked at her. Those feelings weren't unusual for him, he perceived people better than other werewolves, he now knew. He just didn't have a clue why.

Trying not to be seen by her, he continued walking after her, remembering the shock on Scott's and Stiles faces when he said the she was a werewolf.

"She's a werewolf," he said. "Why haven't you told me about that?"

The spilled water from Stiles' mouth and Scott's shocked expression was enough for Isaac to understand that they had no clue.

"WHAT?!" jumped Stiles from his place.

Scott looked shocked at both of them and then noticed that the whole cafeteria was looking at them. Turning a little to his friend, he grabbed his arm and made him sit back.

"No, she's not," he argued after a little while, when everyone got back to their food. "I would have felt her, Isaac."

Isaac arched a brow at him.

"What's the point for me to lie? I told you the truth…I felt her, I'm not kidding."

"That's impossible," said Scott, frowning.

He didn't understand anything. They had enough problems as it was. Now a new werewolf…which only Isaac feels?

"Maybe you just felt Scott or somebody else, that's why…" started telling his suspicions Stiles.

"Nope, I'm sure it was her. Also, there was that … feeling I had when I looked at her; I don't know how to explain it…"

"Maybe you just fell in love," laughed shortly Stiles.

Both Isaac and Scott looked at him.

"Ok, ok, I'm shutting up now," he said, annoyed.

"I have no idea what's going on in this town anymore," said Scott.

Only in that moment Isaac understood how tired was actually feeling Scott. It wasn't easy for anyone, they were all walking on the edge of a knife – an Alpha pack on their tails wasn't a very pleasant thing to experience. Nobody knew who's going to be next.

"I'm going to follow her after school. I'm sure she's a werewolf. And I need to see why I'm so…nevermind. I'll follow her."

Scott nodded.

She walked to her house. She noticed Isaac Lahey after she stopped at the market to get some juice. Why was he following her?

'He can't know who I am' she thought, but she wasn't so sure about that anymore.

He just got back to school, after 2 weeks of absence. She knew all about him, but today was the first day she actually saw him. The problem was that he was following her and she didn't like it. Nobody needed to know who she is. At least, not now.

'He's good' she thought, after the fourth glance she threw back and if she didn't know he was after her, she wouldn't have seen him. But it needed to stop; he was starting to annoy her.

She turned to him abruptly. Even though it startled him, he didn't show anything on his face and continued walking, pretending he's not after her. She smirked. The moment he was near her, she stopped him, by putting a hand on his stomach. She felt his muscles tense, but he stopped and looked at her surprised.

Her smirk didn't leave her face and with her other hand she took the dark glasses off her eyes and looked at him with her big green eyes, arching an eyebrow.

"Why are you following me?" she asked.

It was obvious she wasn't scared. She had an expression that just screamed 'I know what you did'.

Isaac tried his best not to take out his claws. He had no idea who she is. She could be an alpha, too. The fact that she was a werewolf wasn't a suspicion anymore. She was, and a strong one. But why Scott hasn't felt anything? Maybe it was some kind of a wicked surprise by Deucalion. He didn't know, but he did know that he needed to be really careful.

"Eeeh, I'm not," said Isaac, pretending to be confused.

"Sure you aren't," she laughed with sarcasm in her voice.

"Listen, I was just going home. You know, we go to same school, so it's possible that we go home the same road, isn't it? And, by the way…aren't you in my English class?" he asked, trying his best to change the subject.

The girl let her hand fall and smiled – a really disturbing smile for Isaac. It was like she knew he was lying, but was letting it go.

"I am," she answered and then just continued walking.

Isaac stood there, shocked for a few seconds.

"What's your name?" he shouted after her.

She turned around, walking backwards.

"Haven't you heard? I'm the 'get-lost' girl," she answered, smiling widely.

"I meant your real name," he explained.

She still walked backwards, but he saw that she slowed down a little.

"Leyla. Leyla Manderson."