Chapter 8

"You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them." -John Green

"What the hell is going on in there?" Will asked spinning around to face the bathroom door and bumping directly into Isaac. Isaac had been trying to get her to get back on the school bus and Will had only just reluctantly agreed when, what sounded like, an animalistic growl sounded from the room he was trying to get her away from.

"Nothing. We need to get to the bus." Isaac prodded her forward gently trying to brush of the incident.

Planting her feet firmly in the ground and refusing to move, Will crossed her arms over her chest staring determinedly at Isaac. "I'm not going anywhere until you explain to me what is going on. First you have some weird freak out that you can't remember happening and then...whatever that was." She replied gesturing at the door. "Something's going on and I want to know what."

Realising that she really wasn't going to move anywhere Isaac sighed. "I promise I'll explain if you get on the bus."

"Why can't you tell me now?" She asked frowning.

"Can you just trust me on this? I'll tell you when we get to the bus." He repeated nudging her again.

Will searched his eyes looking for some sign that he was lying. When she was positive he wasn't she sighed and turned around marching out of the door.

"I need to get my bag." Will stated once they had descended the stairs. She was about to head in the direction of her room when Isaac stopped her.

Looking like he was struggling with a decision he held out his hand. "I'll get it. You go to the bus."

"But-"

"I'll be quicker than you." He pointed out as she fished in her pocket for the motel room key.

"How do you know?" She asked frowning as she held the key out to Isaac. He took the key from her not bothering to answer her question. "I am on the cross country team, you know!" She shouted after him as he ran towards her room.

Will turned away from Isaac's retreating back to make her way to the bus. She was halfway across the parking lot when she noticed a group of people stood just a bit away from the bus. Frowning she hurried closer to see what they were doing.

As she got nearer it became apparent who the people were. Lydia and Scott's ex-girlfriend were watching with grief-stricken faces as Stiles edged towards Scott. Scott was drenched from head to toe and holding a flare.

Will was confused. She didn't know what was going on until the gasoline canister came into view and everything clicked. Her heart fell into her stomach and he throat became tight and sand-papery.

"Scott?-" She managed to gasp out but was interrupted by Scott himself speaking.

"It all started that night. The night I got bitten." He stated looking at the floor. Bitten?

"Do you remember the way it was before that?" He directed at Stiles. "You and me...we were- we were nothing." A harsh laugh came as he said this. It wasn't a sound Will ever wanted to hear Scott make again. It felt wrong.

"We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one." He continued and then after a pause. "Maybe I should be no one again. No one at all."

Will felt the tears come then. They started off slowly and then poured down her face like rain down a window. Quiet aching sobs racked her body and she wanted nothing more than to collapse on to the floor.

"Scott...please." She begged through her tears and felt someone squeeze her hand stopping her from stepping forward. She vaguely remembered diverting her gaze to Allison who was also crying.

Scott raised his hand reading himself to drop the flare and another strangled cry left her throat.

"Scott, just listen to me." Stiles edged forward even more tears brimming his eyes as he spoke. "You're not no one, okay? You're someone." The tears had escaped at this point running down his cheeks. "Scott, you're my best friend, okay? And I need you. Will needs you." He half-heartedly pointed in Will's direction causing Scott to glance over at her.

Isaac had arrived after retrieving Will's bag staring at the scene in shock. Will was clinging to him for dear life, her hands were balled up in his t-shirt and his arms around her were the only thing stopping her shaking, sobbing form from crumpling to the ground.

"Scott, you're my brother." Stiles whispered taking yet another step closer. "Alright? So..." Stiles took another step entering into the pool of gasoline. "So if we're gonna do this then..." Stiles took hold of the flare and Will buried her face into Isaac's chest to shield herself from what was about to happen. "Then you're gonna have to take me with you." He finshed.

Will wasn't aware of what was going on as she sobbed into Isaac. Scott couldn't do this. He couldn't. Life without him would be incomprehensible.

She vaguely heard a scream before Isaac pulled her to the ground and an explosion went off.

"You idiot!" She shouted. "Don't you scare me like that again!" Will launched herself at Scott as soon as they had all boarded the bus, hugging him until it caused her arms to ache. Her tears had dried and their tracks wiped from her face once she had realised Scott was fine. Her heart still felt like it had been punched though.

"I'm sorry." He muttered into her hair, rubbing her back soothingly.

"I swear if you do anything like that again..." She trailed off pulling back from him and pulling the cuffs of her sweater down over her hands. "Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on now?" She looked around at the wide-eyed faces sharing looks with each other. They were the kind of looks people shared when they knew something someone else didn't.

When no one said anything she turned to Scott. "Let's start with what you meant by 'It all started that night. The night I got bitten.'"

"You're a werewolf?" She confirmed looking at him in bewilderment after listening in silence to the very long story Scott had just told her.

"Yes." He replied.

"And that place made you act all crazy because of this evil druid needing werewolf sacrifices?" Will asked waving her hand around vaguely when she couldn't remember the word for evil druid that Scott had used.

"Yes." He repeated.

"And you used your super-human powers to play lacrosse?"

He paused smiling at her guilty. "Yes."

"And this was the reason you wouldn't let me come and stay with you last summer?" She asked moving so that she was sat on her knees facing Scott who was sat in the seat behind her.

"Yes." Will didn't say anything but merely leaned forward and punched him softly in the arm.

"Hey!" Scott rubbed his arm jokingly. They both knew she hadn't hurt him. (Although, it wouldn't have hurt had he not been a werewolf.)

"You could have just told me! I wasn't going to start screaming and crying hysterically." She stated quite offended that he felt he couldn't tell her. Everyone else seemed to know. "I mean have you seen the books I read? Most of them are fantasy." She stated as though that explained everything.

Will got up giving Scott another hug. She was quite happy with the way things had turned out. Scott was still here and it turned out werewolves were real. (That really got her wondering about Hogwarts.)

"Does this mean that I get to be part of all the werewolf-y stuff from now on?" She asked with a smile.

"I guess it does." Scott said smiling back at her. It felt nice knowing he didn't have to hide all this stuff from her at home any more.

Will was about to sit down and try and get at least a few hours sleep when she noticed Isaac at the back of the bus alone slumped against the window. She got up and plopped down into the seat in front of him.

"So Scott tells me you're a werewolf." Will was getting really good at this whole conversation starting thing.

Isaac chuckled and sat up so that he was facing Will. "Well at least I don't have to explain anything now. I was wondering how I'd get around that." He confessed, referring to his earlier promise.

"But I don't get why you were hiding under the bed. Scott said the evil druid needed three werewolf suicides and that was supposed to be you, Scott and uh-...Boyd. Both Scott and Boyd were going to kill themselves but you weren't." Isaac paled slightly and fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat.

"My dad-" He began, rubbing nervously at the back of his neck.

A look of understanding passed over her face. Will didn't even need him to continue. She knew what he was trying to say. She knew why he hadn't been as affected by the mental torment as the others. He had been going through the same mental torment for years. He was used to it.

Will turned so that she had her back against the window and her legs stretched out across the seat. She rested her chin on the back of the seat looking at Isaac.

"Dads suck, huh?" She asked smiling at him sadly.

Isaac seemed to relax realising that he didn't need to carry on but he was intrigued by Will's problem with her dad. Scott had never told him why she had moved in with them and he didn't want to ask her directly.

"What was wrong with your dad?" Isaac asked hoping that the question wasn't going to upset her.

"You mean apart from being an alcoholic with a gambling problem?" She looked at Isaac then dropped her gaze to her hands that were resting in her lap. "He killed my mom."

Isaac stared at her in shock.

"Not directly." She continued not looking up from her hands. "She had a heart condition and because of my dad's gambling habit she was getting overly stressed and worried about the bills and I guess one day it got too much and her heart couldn't take it any more." She looked up at Isaac who was watching her carefully like he expected her to burst into tears.

She wouldn't though. Will was used to the fact that her mom was gone and truthfully she was glad that her mom was in a better place. At least she didn't have to put up with Will's father any longer.

"Hey, can you turn into a werewolf whenever you want too?" Will asked her voice brightening as she changed the subject. Scott had shown her when he thought she wasn't going to believe him. It was quite fascinating to watch.

"Mhm." Isaac nodded.

"Can you do it?" She asked excitedly. Admittedly this whole thing was pretty cool. It was more than cool actually. She felt like she was living inside of a book.

Isaac scrutinized Will for a second trying not to smile at the goofy grin on her face. Rolling his eyes he changed. His claws sprang out and his teeth sharpened. The hair on his cheeks grew and his eyes melted into a gooey golden colour.

Will stared at him for a bit cocking her head to the side and frowning. At this Isaac changed back.

"What?" He asked confused by her reaction.

"I don't understand..." She muttered still looking at him with her head to one side.

"I got bit by an alpha-" He tried explaining. He was sure Scott would have told her this.

"No. I understand that part." She interrupted. "I don't understand how you can look like that-" She pointed to him and he got the feeling that she was musing her thoughts aloud. "and still make a really ugly werewolf."

A/N:

Hope you liked this chapter! Will finally got answers ^.^

I'm so happy I'm not the only one who doesn't want them together! It's just that i kept seeing loads of people saying that they want them to get together and I just really really really really really really don't want them to :D

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IsaacFan: I'm with you on the whole thing about her stabbing him and stuff. It just seems stupid and I don't understand why he would want that :/ I hope you liked this chapter anyway!

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