Chapter 6

"We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That's what connects us-that we're all broken, all beautifully imperfect." - Emilio Estevez

"Are you two alright? You've seemed really depressed since yesterday." Will asked pointing with her spoon at Scott and Isaac.

Ever since they had gotten up that morning neither of them spoken much. Isaac had half heartedly mumbled a good morning to her but that didn't really count. That was just him being polite.

Will still wasn't sure Scott should be going to this cross country meet (she wasn't sure she should be going either, her whole body ached like she'd been punched multiple times everywhere.) He really didn't look well. She wasn't entirely sure how he was still functioning. Will had tried telling him to just go back to bed and that she'd deal with Coach Finstock but he brushed her off assuring her he was fine.

"Was the Mexican not worth it?" She questioned as she finished the last bite of her lucky charms trying to lighten the mood. When no one said anything she sighed taking her now empty bowl to the dishwasher mumbling under her breath. "Jesus, who died?"

Turning back around to grab her bag from the floor next to the bar stool she had been sat on she found Isaac and Scott both staring at her like she had said something offensive. Scott was frowning while Isaac looked slightly shocked. "Do I have something on my face again? Is it marshmallow?" Will asked feeling around for anything on her skin.

"No. You're good." Scott replied following suit and grabbing his bag too pain flashing across his face as he did.

"Speaking of faces how come you both look fine? You were all beat up last night." She directed at both of them with her hands on her hips. How come they got to look fine and she didn't? Stupid boys.

"Guess it wasn't as bad as it looked." Isaac shrugged.

"You had a cut on your forehead." She pointed out.

"Did I?"

"Yeah. It was just above your left eye." She replied indicating on her own face where it was. Isaac raised an eyebrow at this a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"I-I gotta go grab something from upstairs." Will stuttered turning around and walking directly into the bar stool nearly falling over it. She steadied the chair and took off towards the stairs in a fast walk. Mentally face palming herself she grabbed a bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet and stuffed it into her bag just in case Scott, or anyone else, needed it.

Bus rides are boring. Even if you get a whole seat to yourself so you can pull your legs up and lean against the window. They're even more boring when they last for 5 hours. And even more boring yet when there happens to be a lot of traffic.

Will had known the bus ride was going to be tedious so had come prepared with a book and her ipod. She had wanted to get a seat near to Scott just so that she could make sure he didn't die, which by the look of him was a possibility, but by the time she had managed to get on the nearest seat was behind Isaac and a guy whose name she didn't know. He seemed to be a friend of Isaac's and was probably on the lacrosse team with him.

Having no one to sit next to wasn't that big of a deal for Will. She was used to it. It gave her more room and allowed her to rest her book on her knees as she leaned her back against the window. It wasn't the most comfortable position but she very rarely found a comfortable position to read in anyway.

They were about 2 hours into the ride and Isaac and his friend had started talking in sort of whispers. It seemed like a private kind of conversation so Will put her headphones in to block out what they were saying in case she heard something she wasn't supposed to. She couldn't help glancing over at them every so often though.

She had noticed that Isaac's friend seemed to be getting angrier and angrier with each passing second. He seemed to be gripping the seat in front of him, she couldn't see properly but it kind of looked like he was, and almost shaking. That was a sign of extreme anger in books so she took it as a bad sign.

She took her headphones out and memorised her page number before placing both her ipod and book into her lap.

Will was about to tap Isaac on the shoulder and ask him what was up with his friend when Scott came stumbling down the isle. He stopped before Isaac's friend grabbing him by the wrist. She watched their exchange quietly, unable to hear what they were saying. Isaac's friend seemed to be really listening to Scott and didn't look as angry any more.

She was about to return to reading when Scott stood up and she noticed the blood stain on his shirt.

"Scott, I told you you shouldn't have come. You're hurt!" She exclaimed the pain on his face clearer than ever.

"I'll be fine." He told her going to return to his seat.

"Wait! I have some aspirin." Will swung her legs off the seat knocking her bag over as she did the contents of it spilling out on to the floor. She grabbed the bottle of aspirin before it could roll off handing it to Scott. "Take some of those." She instructed.

Scott took the bottle from her giving her a small thankful smile but she got the feeling that he probably wasn't going to take any. It reassured her that he'd taken the bottle with him though.

Will then bent down to try and gather her stuff that was still all over the floor of the bus. Thankfully they were currently in a traffic jam so it most of it hadn't actually gone that far.

"Isaac?" Will poked him the shoulder just in case her dropping things everywhere hadn't caught his attention.

"Looking for this?" He asked as he turned around waving the book that had slid under his seat.

"Yes! Thank you." She replied taking the proffered book from his hand and stuffing it into her bag.

"How many books did you bring? We were only supposed to be on this bus for 5 hours." Isaac asked when he noticed that the book she had just put away wasn't the only book in her bag. He had turned so that his back was against the window like Will and had one arm resting on the along the back of his seat.

"A few..." She replied smiling. "I wasn't sure what genre mood I would be in." She returned to her previous position in her book bringing her legs back onto the seat so that she could rest her book on her knees.

"What genre mood did you turn out to be in?" He questioned reaching over to pick a book out of her bag. "Not in the mood for Dracula?" He smirked extending the book towards her.

"I am very rarely in the mood for vampires." Will took the book from him and put it back into her bag without taking her eyes from the page she was reading.

"Why'd you bring it then?"

Will shrugged. "Today might have been the one day I wanted to read it."

Isaac reached over taking the book she was reading from her hands eliciting a 'hey!' from her. "Lykaia?" He flipped it over about to read the back when Will took it back.

"It's about werewolves." She stated reopening the book to the page she was reading before Isaac took it. "I'm always in the mood for werewolves." She joked when Isaac said nothing.

"Oh god..." It turned out Scott's best friend Stiles really wanted to stop and when Coach refused to he decided that he'd make Jared vomit everywhere.

The smell was horrifying. Will didn't think she'd ever forget it.

Everyone was pushing and shoving to get off the bus most people had their hands over their mouths and noses to try to reduce the smell. Will was one of those people.

As much as she hated Stiles right now she was also kind of glad that they got to leave the bus for a while. Her legs were starting to cramp and she really needed to pee.

"Ah, thank God." She breathed as she finally emerged from the bus. She took a moment to stretch her arms over her head as she made her way to the toilet.

Public toilets were not one of Will's favourite things. In fact she hated them. So when using one she usually took twice as long as any normal person because she spent most of the time trying not to touch anything.

When she finally left the toilet after washing her hands 3 times she came out to crowd of loud cheers and shouts. She wasn't sure what was happening so edged her way around the crowd slowly trying to see what was going on. Will finally reached a spot where she could see and almost as soon as she did she couldn't stop herself from pushing through the crowd of people.

Isaac had a guy pinned to a tree and was punching the crap out of him. Will recognised him as one of the twins that Scott had told her to stay away from. He had blood dripping down the side of his mouth and for some reason the guy was smiling while Isaac punched him. Will hadn't known Isaac for long but she'd never seen him this angry before.

"Isaac!" She found herself screaming. The smile on the twin's face made her realise that maybe he wanted Isaac to punch him. It gave the impression that there was an ulterior motive behind what was happening.

At the same time that she had shouted his name Scott had too. Isaac stopped punching the twin. Will vaguely remembered that his name was Ethan and that he was in her English class.

Isaac looked between Will and Scott letting go of Ethan and taking a step back.

Everyone was stood in shock not entirely sure what to do now that Isaac had stopped and Coach attended to Ethan. When Coach was sure that Ethan was going to be fine he turned to the group of teenagers stood around him. "Back on the bus!" No one moved right away. "Now!" He shouted and this time everyone scuttled away to board the bus again.

Will returned to her seat, Ethan's smile etched into her brain. It wasn't normal. There was something really off about the whole thing.

"Hey, Isaac?" Will whispered causing Isaac to glance over his shoulder at her.

"I know he probably deserved it but please, don't hurt Ethan again." Will was aware of how her voice was bordering on pleading.

"What?" He asked fully turning to look at her. "I didn't realise you were friends with him."

"I'm not." She frowned. "I'm not worried about hi-" She stopped what she was saying leaning forward and lowering her voice. "He was smiling while you were punching him." She told him. When Isaac just looked at her she elaborated. "I think he wanted you to hurt him."

Will looked to Isaac searching his eyes for some sort of reaction. She noticed that he seemed to be very good at hiding his emotions.

"Your eyes are really blue." She mumbled quietly. Realising that she had said it out loud Will's eyes widened and she moved away from him hastily. Clearing her throat she looked at Isaac, her cheeks more than slightly red. "Please just try not to punch him again."

Isaac nodded and when Will pulled her book back out of her bag he took that as his cue to turn around.

A/N:

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