Chapter 2
Shape Shifted/Girls Like You
Grayson took a deep breath and tilted her head farther back against the roof as she gazed at the stars. Kara was working late and Grayson was apprehensive about her first day at Beacon Hills High School tomorrow. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, trying to calm her racing heart. A small smile graced her lips when Isaac Lahey's eyes came to her mind. His crystal blue eyes that seemed to stare straight into her soul captivated her and mesmerized her. She couldn't seem to get her mind off of him.
Her eyes snapped open when she heard a muffled crash. She sat up and listened carefully. She heard some shouting and then the sound of glass breaking. She watched the house carefully and just a few seconds later, Isaac rushed out the door and down the driveway, picking up his bike and riding quickly away.
His father stepped out onto the front stoop just as fast and called after him as he disappeared down the road. It didn't take him long to fish out his keys and get in his car before driving off after him.
Grayson kept her eyes on the last place she'd seen Isaac and took a deep breath. She couldn't help but hope that he was okay and that he wouldn't get hurt. She looked up when she heard the sound of distant thunder and she sighed.
She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and checked the time. It was a quarter to eight and she still had to shower and pick an outfit for Monday morning. She carefully slipped down off the edge of the roof and easily found her window ledge.
She made it inside just before the rain started and she twisted the latch before turning to her closet. She rested her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes before shaking her head. "I have a feeling tomorrow's going to be a long day."
The next morning, she woke up at 7:45 on the dot and pushed the covers lazily down her legs. She stared at her ceiling for several seconds as the remnants of her dream vanished. Isaac Lahey was becoming a problem in her life and this was only her third day in Beacon Hills. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, walking towards her closet and picking up the dress she'd picked out the night before. She dazedly walked down the hall to her bathroom. Kara had her own built into the master bedroom to Grayson claimed the hall bathroom as her own. She plugged in her straightener and brushed her teeth and hair.
She did her makeup first, lining her eyes with a thin layer of black and some gold eyes shadow before applying mascara to her upper lashes. She pulled her small spaghetti strapped leopard print dress off the hanger before slipping it on. She pulled on black socks that reached the middle of her calves before lacing up her black combat boots.
After doing her hair, makeup and getting dressed, Grayson exited the bathroom and grabbed her black purse, making sure she had her house keys, her transcripts for the school and her planner before she made her way downstairs.
She paused when she stepped off the last step. Kara was dressed in jeans and a sweater with quiet music playing in the background and bacon sizzling in the skillet. She slowly stepped up to the counter and placed her bag on the stool beside her.
Kara almost jumped out of her skin at the sight of Grayson at the counter. She laughed shakily before setting her spatula down beside the hot pan. "I was getting ready to come up and get you. You look nice." Grayson raised her eyebrows and nodded. "You're making breakfast." It wasn't a question. Kara nodded and glanced back at the stovetop. "I hope you like pancakes." Grayson chewed on the inside of her cheek for a few seconds before standing.
"I appreciate the gesture but I wanted to get to school early so I could get situated, you know? Thanks." Grayson turned in time to miss the disappointment on her sister's face. "Gray, wait." Grayson stopped and turned slightly. Kara smiled sadly and tossed her a set of keys. Grayson looked down at them and back up at her sister. Kara shrugged.
"They're dads. I figured you'd appreciate them a lot more than me." Grayson didn't know what to say so she didn't say anything. She smiled tightly and nodded once before continuing on her way. Kara waited until she heard the door close before she leaned against the counter, her shoulders sagging and her eyes welling up with tears that she wouldn't let fall.
She knew that Grayson wouldn't open up to her right away but she didn't think that it would be this hard. She sighed and pushed herself off the counter and turned off the burned. She picked up the skillet and pushed the uncooked pancakes into the trashcan.
Grayson pulled up to the school almost an hour before classes actually started. There were a few cars scattered throughout the parking lot but she knew she was the first student there. She should have just stayed and had breakfast with Kara but she needed to sort out how she felt about her sister before she went any farther with the relationship. She sighed and pushed open the door.
Finding the office was easy when there weren't any bodies blocking her pathway. A pretty, statuesque red haired woman was sitting behind the secretary's desk. She looked up sharply when Grayson entered the office and Grayson had to force herself to continue with the force of the woman's gaze. "Can I help you?" Her voice was equally as sharp as her hawk like gaze.
Grayson stopped at the desk and rested her clasped hands flat on top of the counter. "I'm new. I just transferred in on Saturday and I need to get registered." The woman arched a perfect eyebrow and looked Grayson over once before reaching around behind her. She handed Grayson a clipboard with several different documents attached. "Fill this out and when you're done give them back to me with your medical history and transcripts attached." Grayson took a deep breath and nodded, turning to take a seat in one of the chairs across from the desk.
The questions were relatively easy to answer and Grayson was done in just under a half hour. She stood and placed the documents back on the counter. The woman looked up and smiled stiffly. "Have a seat and I'll have your schedule ready in a few minutes." Grayson nodded and sat back down.
She'd been in the office long enough for students to arrive on campus and start riffling through lockers. The woman wasn't lying when she said she'd have her schedule ready in a few minutes. She handed Grayson three separate sheets of paper and proceeded to explain their significance. "The first sheet is your schedule. Most of your previous classes transferred over except for chemistry and English so those you'll have to take again. You have, in order, Chemistry 2, Advanced Psychology, French 4, English 101, lunch, Economics 2, a free period, Journalism 3 and study hall. The second sheet is a map of the school and that last sheet is your locker number and its combination."
Grayson looked up when the woman finished explaining and smiled thinly. "Thank you." The woman nodded once and watched as Grayson left the office.
Grayson found her locker in a matter of minutes and twisted the combination before pulling on the lock. Nothing happened. She sighed and tried again and still nothing happened. She sagged and stared at the number plate on the locker and then at her paper, making sure they were a match. They were.
She tried again and still nothing. She rested her forehead on the door and groaned. "You have to put the combination in twice before it'll work." She jumped when a low male voice sounded next to her. A boy with dark brown hair and the cutest puppy dog eyes she'd ever seen smiled widely down at her. Another boy with deep caramel eyes and close cropped hair stood next to him.
"Thank you?" It came out as a question. The boy laughed and shook his head. "Sorry. This was my locker last year and no one had the decency to tell me how to do it. It took me a semester to figure it out." She smiled awkwardly and nodded once before taking his advice. The locker opened without a hitch.
She glanced over to see both boys still looking at her. She smiled and began to put her things in the locker. "Thanks. Again. I'm new. It's my first day." He nodded and his friend stepped forward. "I'm Stiles. Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski. This is Scott. McCall. Scott McCall." He nodded jerkily and she smiled, amused. "I'm Grayson Becker." Stiles nodded. "Cool. Why'd you transfer in the middle of the year?"
Scott nudged him in the ribs when Grayson looked away. "Sorry, my brain is slower than my mouth. Usually." Stiles said as he rubbed his side where Scott had elbowed him. Grayson looked over and shook her head. "It's fine. I actually lived in Beacon Hills until I was six but my mom died so my dad moved us away. Now I live with my sister in our old house." Both boys nodded.
Grayson laughed once and bit her bottom lip. "It was nice to meet you but I don't want to be late, you know? First day and all." She began to walk away and wasn't surprised when they followed. "What's your first class?" She pulled out her schedule and glanced at the paper. "Chem 2 with Harris." Both boys groaned and Stile snatched her paper from her. "Hey!"
He looked it over quickly and hummed. "Not bad, except for the chemistry bit. That sucks but you get to be with us and Allison and Lydia so it's not a total loss." Grayson drew her brows together. "Who're Allison and Lydia?" Stiles glanced around inconspicuously and licked his lips. "Allison is…"
"Right there." Scott said breathlessly. Grayson turned her head to follow Scott's line of sight and smiled lightly. A very striking brunette was a few lockers away from them, shoving books in and taking books out. She was tall with a short white dress on with brown tights and tan ankle boots. Her shiny curls cascaded down her back.
She looked over and smiled shyly at Scott before turning back to her locker. Grayson looked up at Stiles when he sighed heavily. "Allison and Scott have a deep history that is way too emotionally compromised for me to explain. Basically, her dad hates him so they're 'secretly dating'." Stiles rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"And Lydia?" Stiles jerked his gaze down to hers. "Lydia?" Grayson nodded slowly. "You said we had chemistry with Allison and Lydia. Who's Lydia?" Scott popped back into the conversation after staring at Allison until she walked away. "Lydia is the girl that Stiles has been in love with since third grade. She is…was the most popular girl in school until she went a little crazy after the winter dance. She's still highly unattainable for Stiles but he still hopes."
Grayson covered up her chuckle by pretending it was a cough but Scott's eyes twinkled in shared mirth. Stiles didn't think it was very funny. He huffed. "She's not crazy. She's just traumatized." Grayson didn't miss the widening of Scott's eyes and Stiles' slight panic. "Why?" Stiles gaped but was saved from actually answered with the warning bell. "Oh, look at that. We're going to be late." He sing-songed as they dragged her down the hall.
She could tell, the minute she entered the classroom, that she would despise this teacher with every fiber of her being. He just looked like an asshole and he sneered at her when she walked in unlike most teachers she knew who smiled when a new student was introduced. She handed him her schedule and he tore it from her hands. "Another one? Just what I need. Find a seat."
She ripped her schedule from his hands and marched to the back of the room and took a seat at an empty table. Stiles and Scott turned to smile at her and she smiled thinly back. Scott was the first to turn away when Allison entered the room but Stiles was right behind when a strawberry blonde in a tight purple dress glided into the room. She took an educated guess and told herself that this was Lydia.
She looked away out the window beside her when the late bell rang; signaling not only the start of class but that anyone still in the halls was late for class. She tapped her pencil on the side of her notebook and blocked out whatever Harris was saying.
She looked up however when the door opened. "Mr. Lahey, why do you insist on arriving late to my class?" Isaac didn't answer. Instead he took the only empty seat, beside Grayson, and tried to make himself as small as possible. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted…"
Grayson took her eyes away from Harris and rested her elbow on the table, her head rested on her palm as she turned her eyes to Isaac. He glanced at her and gave her a crooked smile, hunching down further in his seat.
Grayson examined his six foot frame that was squashed uncomfortably in the small chair. He was dressed in the same clothes she had seen him in the night before. A navy blue hoodie with dark washed jeans that had a few worn spots on the knees. Black vans adorned his feet and his curls looked run through and thoroughly slept on. He was mouthwatering.
Isaac turned his head to look at Grayson when he heard her heart rate increase slightly. She turned away, blushing, when he looked at her. He narrowed his eyes slightly before he realized he'd caught her staring. At him no less. He smirked and conducted his own examination of her. Her short blonde hair was straight and brushed her collarbones lightly. A black leather jacket hung on the back of her chair and a small leopard print dress covered her small form.
She had her left leg tucked under her with black combat boots on her feet. Her nails were a shiny black against the table and her eyes were smoky. She was breath taking and he was in trouble.
Grayson tried her hardest not to stare at Isaac all through class but it was a challenge. She pretended not to notice when he blatantly stared at her through most of the period. She could feel his eyes on her through most of class and tried not to blush when he flicked those crystal eyes over her.
She moved slowly when the dismissal bell rang. It didn't go unnoticed that Isaac hung back. When she looked up, he was standing at the edge of the table with his hands in his front pockets. He smiled and she had a hard time breathing. "Can I walk you?" She smiled and nodded.
He jerked his head to the door and they left the room. They were silent for part of the walk. It wasn't an awkward silence that Grayson expected. It was comfortable. Like they knew that they didn't need to speak to communicate. "What do you have next?" She looked over at him before pulling out her schedule. "Uh, Advanced Psychology." His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. She giggled and shook her head. "Not your style?"
Isaac puffed out a breath and shook his head. "No. I'm more of a staying under the radar type. I don't really try too hard." She nodded. "I know what you mean. I just really like psychology though. I like to understand how people work. Why they think the way they do, you know?" She looked over at him and he nodded, making eye contact.
She blushed and they slowly came to a stop outside of a class room that wasn't even close to being full. She glanced inside and then up at Isaac. "Thanks for walking with me." He nodded and bit his bottom lip. He looked like he wanted to say something to Grayson hesitated with going in. "What are you doing after school?" Grayson searched her brain but shook her head. "Nothing. Why?" She prodded.
He looked down and she could see a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. She smiled and waited. "I have lacrosse practice after school and a lot of the girls like to sit and watch. I was wondering if you'd be there." Grayson smiled. "I've never even heard of lacrosse."
Isaac's smile widened and she blushed. "All the more reason for you to watch. Maybe I'll see you there." She nodded. "Definitely." Isaac licked his lips and nodded before slowly backing away and retreating down the hall.
By the time lunch rolled around, Grayson was ready to go home. The day felt like it was dragging on and on and she was developing a headache behind her left eye. She trudged through the lunch line and turned around to face the full cafeteria. She curled her upper lip and sagged. She froze when she saw Scott and Stiles sitting with Allison and the strawberry blonde from their chemistry class.
She made her way slowly over to them and stopped behind the seat beside Allison. "Is this seat taken?" Scott looked up and shook his, kicking the chair out lightly with his foot. Grayson smiled and sat down. Allison turned to her and smiled. "I'm Allison." Grayson nodded and twisted the cap off of her water. "I know. Stiles pointed you out earlier."
Allison blushed lightly and smiled up at Stiles. "Well, it's nice to meet you…" She trailed off when she realized that she didn't know Grayson's name. Grayson licked her lips and swallowed the gulp of water she had in her mouth. "Grayson." Allison nodded once. "Nice to meet you Grayson."
"Uh, Allison?" All heads turned to stare at the strawberry blonde on Allison's other side. "Are we done with introductions or can we can get back to the shopping trip we were planning?" Grayson cocked her head to the right. "I'm Grayson." The other girl stopped and, arching a perfectly plucked eyebrow, looked Grayson over almost accusingly. Grayson looked down at her shoes before meeting the other girls gaze.
She had a snarky smirk on her face as she stared at Grayson. "I'm Lydia." Grayson nodded. "Nice to meet you." Lydia rolled her eyes and grabbed Allison's attention again. Grayson rolled her eyes and turned to her food.
"Don't be offended." She looked up under her lashes at Stiles. He was smiling kindly at her. "It takes a while for people to warm up to Lydia." Grayson scoffed. "That sounds like an understatement." Scott chuckled. "It was." Grayson smirked and pushed her food around her plate. She wasn't hungry anymore.
The day didn't end fast enough for Grayson and when it finally did, she rushed out to the lacrosse field. She looked around for any familiar faces, not that she knew a lot people as it was. She sighed when she spotted Allison and Lydia in the top corner of bleachers.
Allison smiled brightly when she spotted the blonde. "Hey, I didn't know you were coming." Grayson smiled and sat down, turning her eyes to the field. "Yeah, I was invited." Lydia raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. "By who?" Grayson looked at her and shrugged. "Isaac Lahey." Allison drew her brows together. "I don't know which number he is." She turned to Lydia who shook her head.
Grayson shrugged and turned back to the field.
The practice in itself was pretty boring but Grayson grew interested when the team started practicing shots at the goal. The keeper didn't seem to understand the concept of staying in the goal. Allison sat up. "What is Scott doing?" Grayson looked at Allison and back at the goalie. "That's Scott?" She pointed to the keeper. Allison nodded but didn't take her eyes off of Scott.
Grayson turned back to the field and watched avidly. Every time Scott came out of the goal, he tackled whoever was coming towards him. She didn't understand lacrosse but she was pretty positive that the keeper was supposed to stay in the goal.
Then something strange happened. When it was number 14's turn at the goal, Scott came at him too but this time, both boys landed on all fours in front of each other like they were getting ready to attack. Grayson felt Allison sit up straighter and tense like she was reacting to her fight or flight instincts. Grayson watched with interest as both boys sat there for quite a while before practice was interrupted by the arrival of three police officers.
Both boys stood and took their helmets off. Grayson sat up when the other boy was revealed to be Isaac. She watched as one officer approached Isaac and the coach and ushered them towards a part of the field away from the crowd.
Grayson stood up and walked across the field to stand behind a boy who was behind Scott and Stiles. "Isaac's dad is dead. They think he was murdered." She looked up at the sound of Scott's voice. How did he know that? She took a step closer. "Wait, are they saying he's a suspect?" Grayson perked up.
Scott must have had super sensitive hearing because no one should've been able to hear the conversation that was taking place across the field.
She looked up when Isaac was ushered off the field and towards the school. He looked back once and spotted her. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but closed it again. She smiled weakly at him and nodded to try to reassure him but he looked away.
She had barely been inside the school for ten minutes to pick up her things when an officer found her and asked her for her name. "Grayson Becker. What's this about?" The officer nodded and stepped to the side. "Could you come with me, please?" Grayson folded her arms across her chest and allowed the officer to lead her to the office.
"Just take a seat. Someone will be out for you in a few minutes." She slouched in the chair and leaned her head against the wall, waiting to hear her name. She glanced to her right and sat up when she saw Isaac alone in another room. She looked towards the door the first officer had disappeared behind and when it looked like no one was coming out anytime soon, she stood and quietly approached the door.
She pushed it open and took the seat next to Isaac. She knew that he heard her come in but he didn't look up. "You know, you could get in trouble for talking to the suspect." She smiled lightly. "I don't think you did it." He looked up at her, surprise written across his delicate features.
"You don't?" She shook her head and nudged his shoulder with her own. They were silent for several seconds. She looked over at him and found the courage to ask. "Isaac," He looked up at her. "What happened last night? I heard yelling and crashing and then you were running. What happened?" Isaac looked away and sighed.
"I thought you decided I was innocent." Grayson's eyes widened and she linked her hand with his. Both of them tried to ignore the tingle that raced up both of their spines. She leaned towards him until her chin was almost touching his shoulder. "I do believe you. I just want to know that you're okay." He turned to face and neither one realized how close they actually were.
If he just leaned in a few centimeters, they would share their first kiss. He glanced down at her lips and she stared into his eyes. "Isaac," She whispered. He looked up at her and leaned forward. She could feel his breath on her lips when the door was pushed open and the officer who led her to the office stared angrily down at them. Grayson turned her head to face the officer but Isaac kept his where it was. His nose was slightly brushing the skin behind her ear and she shivered every time he exhaled.
"Miss Becker. Please refrain from speaking with the suspect when you are in fact a witness." Grayson sighed and slowly stood, keeping their hands locked together. The officer glanced down once before looking back up at her. "Well, I was unaware that I was a witness. I was just escorted to the office without being informed as to why I was being taken here."
Isaac snorted and turned back to face the front. Grayson smiled stonily at the officer and squeezed Isaac's hand before allowing the officer to escort her from the room. He pushed open the principal's office door where the principal was still seated and gestured to a chair in front of another officer who was sitting on the small couch against the wall.
The other officer leaned down to whisper in the officer's, who was obviously in charge, ear. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the other officer who only nodded before he turned to leave. Grayson watched him go before turned to the seated officer. She glanced at the principal. "Can I ask why the principal is present at an obvious police interrogation?" The officer glanced up at her.
"Considering that you're a minor and your guardian is unreachable, Mr. Argent here is acting kindly as your temporary guardian." Grayson nodded and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm Sheriff Stilinski and I just…"
"You're Stiles' dad." He looked up and nodded. "So, you've met Stiles." She nodded and smiled. "Anyway, I just want to ask you a few questions about Isaac Lahey and his father." She nodded once and adjusted her position in the stiff chair. "Were you aware that Isaac's father was hitting him?" She looked up and took a deep breath through her nose. "I just moved back on Saturday and I met Isaac once before today."
The Sheriff's eyebrows rose in disbelief and she narrowed her eyes, shaking her head. "Uh, uh don't even ask." He chuckled once and gestured for her to continue. "Anyway, I had some suspicions but I wasn't exactly sure and I'm not the type of person to make those kinds of jumps without actually evidence." The sheriff nodded. "Making accusations like that without substantial proof can be disastrous."
Grayson raised a brow. "I agree. Anyway, on Sunday night I heard a lot of yelling and what sounded like glass breaking and then the next thing I know Isaac's riding down the street like the devil was on his heels and then his dad gets in the car and drives after him and that's the last time I saw them both."
The sheriff nodded and sat back. He looked her over before leaning forward again, resting his elbows on his knees. "Is there anything else you know that you'd like to tell me?" Grayson swallowed but doesn't break eye contact with the sheriff. She leaned forward and clasped her hands together, resting them on her crossed knees.
She blinked before taking a deep breath. "Isaac is innocent." The sheriff didn't react at all. He blinked and sat back before smiling tightly at her. "Thank you, Grayson. You're free to go." She didn't move. "Can I see Isaac?" The sheriff met her eyes and gave her a more genuine smile than before. He shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid not, sweetheart." She licked her lips. "Just to say goodbye?"
He hesitated again before sighing loudly. "Five minutes." She smiled softly before standing and waltzing past the officer who'd escorted her. He looked at the sheriff, a question in his eyes. "Give them five minutes then bring him out." The officer nodded and checked the time on his watch.
Grayson slipped back into the room and returned to her position beside Isaac. This time she wrapped both of her hands around his right one and rested her chin on his shoulder. "What did they want to know?" Grayson took a deep breath, closing her eyes at the overwhelming scent of him. He smelled like the woods with an underlying hint of musk and something that was just completely Isaac. She smiled and opened her eyes.
"He just asked if I knew your dad was hitting you." He tensed and glanced at her, fearful. She smiled kindly and ran her fingers through his curls. "I told him I suspected but I couldn't be sure." Isaac looked out the windows before looking down at his free hand, clenching and unclenching in his lap.
Grayson continued to run her fingers through his hair as they sat in quiet contemplation. "I told him I thought you were innocent." Isaac didn't look up. Grayson licked her lips and tightened her fingers in his hand. "We only have five minutes." Isaac looked up and over at her. "Thank you." She smiled and nodded against him.
He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. She curled her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and closed her eyes. "This doesn't make sense." He pulled away and drew his eyebrows together. "What?" She opened her eyes and gave him a small smile. "I've known you for a whole of three days and have only talked to you three times and I feel…" She shook her head and ran her fingers through his hair again.
"I feel like I've known you my whole life and I feel this incessant need to protect you." Isaac cocked his head to the side and hummed. "What else?" She scoffed and shook her head. She didn't want to tell him but something inside of her balked at the idea of keeping anything from him. "When we're not together, I think about you all the time. I dream about you." His eyebrows shot up into his hairline and his mouth fell open.
Grayson blushed and shoved him slightly. "Stop it." He chuckled and licked his lips. "What else?" Grayson met his eyes and got lost. "I feel like I need to be around you. Like the world will end if I'm not with you. And something," She brought their hands up to her chest and rested them right above her heart. "Something in my heart is telling me that if I lose you…" She looked away and took a deep breath to calm her racing heart.
She met his eyes and he saw a fire burning that he hadn't seen before. There was a knock on the door. Grayson turned to it and her eyes grew wide. Panicked. She was running out of time. She turned to him and pressed her hand to his cheek. "If I lose you, I'll never be the same again. You're a part of me and that scares me to death because I've never felt like this before and I don't know what to do but I know that if I ignore it," She shook her head.
Isaac released her hand and cupped her face in both of his. "What?" Grayson clenched her eyes when there was another knock, louder and more insistent. The knob turned but the door wouldn't open. Isaac smiled. "Did you lock it?" She nodded vigorously and shushed him. "I'm more afraid of what'll happen if I ignore this feeling than what'll happen if I don't but the thing that scares me the most," Banging cut her off.
"Just a minute!" Isaac called. He turned back to Grayson and stroked her hair. "Tell me." Grayson met his sky blue eyes with a pair of her own. "Nothing scares me more than the possibility that you don't feel the same." Isaac sucked in a breath like he'd been drowning.
He could hear the key in the lock and made his decision before he had time to think about it. He pressed his lips roughly to hers and moved against her. She whimpered and clutched at him as the door flew open. He was roughly pulled away and Grayson stood up. He shook off the officer and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Don't ever doubt me. I couldn't bear it."
Grayson smiled and nodded pressing her hand to the back of his. He smiled as he was hauled away out of the office. The sheriff looked at her and she smiled, blushing. He shook his head and sighed before following the officer escorting Isaac.
Grayson grabbed her bag and scurried after them. She ignored Scott and Stiles as they called after her as they exited the principal's office. She ignored Scott as he quickly followed her. She stopped on the steps and watched helplessly as Isaac was pushed into the back of the police car. He turned helpless eyes to hers and she smiled shakily.
She held up a hand in farewell as the car pulled away from the school. She didn't notice Scott come up beside her. "So, are you and Isaac like a thing now?" She turned to him and shrugged. "We'll see."
She watched the police car disappear and shook her head. She was in trouble.