A/N: Chapter 3! Hope ya'll enjoy. Who do you want the next drabble to be about? Isaac or Liam or someone else? Also, please keep in mind that this is an AU (alternative universe) so some things (like Malia transforming fully into a coyote) are possible even though they're not cannon. I don't ship Malia/Kira but if you squint and really want to you can see them as a couple.
Ps. Last chapter I made a mistake w/ Derek's age. He's 23 in this, not 20.
This chapter is basically why I've rated this story 'T' because of language.
Last chapter summary: "Of course I was." Stiles told Isaac with all seriousness. He stood tall and proud with his arms crossed. He was also holding a list, a buddy list, so Isaac wouldn't be alone walking to class or during spares."
"Stiles, please!" Isaac whined as he tried wiggling out of Stiles' tight grip around his neck as he guided him past some soccer jerks to AP math. Since there were so few kids in grade 11 AP math, this year they merged it so both Lydia and Stiles were in his math class. Usually that was a good thing; they kept the bullies away, like apples kept the doctor away however this time, not so much. Now they could bug him freely without bells cutting their hovering short. In the hall soccer players were jeering at him as he was forcefully pushed down the badly lit hall by a very determined Stiles, much to his annoyance.
"If you'd just keep pace with us," Stiles muttered.
Lydia was very amused by Isaac's current situation just as much as he wasn't. "Maybe we should buy you a leash, pup." She joked.
"You already keep me on a pretty tight one." Isaac mumbled. Lydia appreciated his humour but Stiles, however, did not. Very rarely did Stiles tone down his sarcasm and he seemed to be taking his bullying scenario very seriously.
"Well if you were taking this as seriously as we all are then we wouldn't have to!" He growled. Ya, Isaac thought, he was spending way too much time with Derek.
"Stiles this is pointless, no ones actually stupid enough to go through with their threats with you guys always hovering nearby." Isaac snapped at the 147 pound human. "And you guys are always hovering nearby."
"People do stupid things without thinking Zac." Stiles cautioned. "And until Derek and I don't need to have Mama McCall on speed dial when you come home everyday after school then we will stick with you until the very end of the day. I trust you Zac, don't think I don't, but I don't trust others. Not everyone is as smart and logical as us three you know?"
"I know!" Isaac snapped. "You think I don't know? I spent most of my life locked up in a freezer, Stiles." He hated how the Pack seemed to disregard that piece of his childhood.
"Isaac please," Stiles begged. He crouched down to Isaac's level (he hasn't had a growth spurt yet) and put his hand on the younger's shoulder. "Listen, you trust us right?" Isaac nodded and let out deep breaths. "You know we're only doing this to protect you, right? No one should have to put up with this and even if this were Scott or Lydia or even Jackson we would be doing the same thing we're doing now. We don't think any less of you buddy. We're a pack, a family, and families support each other. At least ours does."
"Ready to go to class bud?" Lydia asked very motherly. Isaac nodded and they began walking, Stiles' hand hovering but not touching him. Isaac took a deep breath and he grabbed Stiles hand in his.
"Gay," A basketball playing jock coughed as he walked by with his girlfriend attached to his muscular arm. His friend next to him frowned at the slur but didn't say anything.
"Wow creative." Lydia said bluntly.
"Princess I'm just stating the obvious." He said looking Isaac right in the eye. The jocks friend rolled his eyes and walked away proving that, contrary to popular belief, not all jocks are jerks.
"No Isaac's not gay but you know what? This is the 21st century dumbass, and based on the school's guidelines I could get you expelled for that snide remark. What, couldn't think of any other more creative insult? Must take a lot of brainpower to come up with such a homophobic, idiotic response to friends who are so comfortable with their sexuality that they can hold another guys hand no problem. I may be 5 feet and 2 inches but I know a little something about computers. You know, you need a 75% average to play basketball. It would be horrible if something were to happen to that, wouldn't it?" The jock looked at her in shock. He wasn't used to people calling him out. "Now I suggest you get your mediocre brain to class so when you get a girl pregnant, which you will eventually do, you'll at least have a decent chance at providing them with money."
The jock's loudmouthed girlfriend, but not a cheerleader despite the typical stereotypes, got up all in Lydia's face.
"He's not a whore like you Martin. Weren't you an idiot freshman and sophomore year? What, did your boyfriend f*ck some IQ point into you?"
Lydia's face went from pasty white to being as red as a tomatoes and Stiles was gearing up to step in between the two powerful ladies when Mr. Yukimura stepped out of his classroom, clearly hearing the situation, and glared at them until they moved to class.
"When I win a fields medal and become a successful business mogul. as we all know I will, I'll be sure to hire you two as my janitorial crew." Lydia said, wanting to get the last word in.
"Let's go," Isaac said feeling small against Mr. Yukimura's heavy glaring. He pulled Stiles and grabbed Lydia's delicate hand and pulled them towards their class.
They sat down just as the bell rang and Isaac sighed in relief; saved by the bell. He knew that if the bell hadn't rung right then and there then he would've been analyzed by the brain team (his nickname for Lydia and Stiles) from head to toe. If that fields medal fell through Isaac felt that Lydia would be an excellent psychologist.
"Today we're going to discuss why the height of the imaginary rectangles we take equal to the difference between the upper function and the lower function?"* Isaac eagerly got out his notebook and began copying from the board. He was so focused on his work he missed the worried looks the brain team sent each other over his head.
5th period
"Hey kiddo, how's your day going?" Scott greeted Isaac as he sat down in the desk next to him in AP History. Mr. Yukimura wrote on the board 'Gettysburg address' so Isaac focused on copying that down instead of answering Scott as he knew he couldn't lie to him.
"Mr. McCall no talking please." Mr. Yukimura ordered. Scott said a quiet apology and got out his binder and pencil while giving Isaac sidelong glances.
Isaac felt his phone vibrate as Mr. Yukimura went over the famous 272 words document. He sighed and waited until Mr. Yukimura looked away before glancing at it.
To: Babywolf
R U sure ur okay? i can smell the anxiety and depression from here so dont bother lying to me pup
Isaac sighed when his phone vibrated and replied when the teacher turned his back to them.
To: Scott McCall
Pay attention in class, I'm sure your grades will need it (judging by your atrocious spelling).
Isaac smirked when Scott shook his head as he received the text.
To: Babywolf
i'm doing fine puppy. Is any1 bothering u?
Isaac frowned at the nickname.
To: Scott
I'd worry about how sourwolf and your bff are stinking up the house with their pheromones then how I'm dealing in a school where I am smarter then about 90% of its inhabitants.
"Mr. McCall I highly doubt you're staring at your crouch and smiling so hand over the phone." Scott blushed as people tittered in the back of the class. Scott begrudgingly handed over his phone and looked down at his notes.
"You and," Mr Yukimura glanced at the phone, "baby wolf can continue your conversation after class." Isaac's face was as red as a tomatoes ad he sunk lower in his seat even though he knew no one knew it was him.
Luckily the class chuckled softly and went right back on to the task of Lincoln even though Mr. Yukimura gave Isaac a glance as if he knew something more then he let on.
Line break!
5 minute break before 6th period
"Hey, have you guys seen Zac?" Scott asked as he rushed to Danny's locker at the end of the day. Stiles and Danny were discussing hot boys or something, Scott was too distracted to care. Danny shook his head in the negative and locked up his locker. His phone vibrated and he pulled it out.
"No, weren't you with him?" Stiles asked anxiously as Danny's eyes skimmed the text he'd received.
"He rushed out of class before Boyd and Erica could come." Scott frantically looked down the hall in search of the curly haired boy.
"Erica says that she and Boyd spread out to look for him." Danny told the boys with a worried frown on his face.
"I'll text him." Stiles took his phone out of his pocket and opened up a new message when Scott exclaimed "IS THAT HIM?!"
"ISAAC! ZAC!" Danny cried. He pushed students away to get to the young boy being harassed by the jock from earlier today. Stiles memorized his name that was stitched into a letterman jacket. Harris; like his old, thankfully dead, ignoramus, wouldn't-know-what-smart-is-even-if-it-hit-him-in-the-nose history teacher. Harris' backpack was thrown on the floor with papers and binders mixing together. He had clearly discarded it in order to leave himself free to fight.
Danny pushed the jock away violently and grabbed Isaac by the scruff of his neck pulling him away from the action. Isaac was wiggling in Danny's tight grip from years of Lacrosse training to no avail. "Danny I was fine," he whined. Danny just gave Isaac a sarcastic look that basically screamed 'seriously? Are you for real?'
"Seriously, you can't pick on someone your own size Harris?" Scott growled. He curled his hands up in fists, not to attack but to keep the claws retracted. Even though he had a pretty good claim on his wolf, something like this could easily spark it.
"Woah, retract the claws Scotty boy." Harris cackled as he shoved Isaac. Scott's face paled and he looked at his hands, making sure they were still human-like. He also repeated his anchor to himself under his breath. The pup fell to the floor and slid across the ground. He got up stably and swung his arm out, punching Harris' crony in the face with a mean right hook.
"Woah!" Stiles shot towards Isaac and restrained him. He started repeating Isaac's anchor, his fathers name, to calm him down as his eyes were turning a faint yellow. Isaac nodded mutely at Scott and started to calm himself down.
"DUDE!" The crony yelled from the ground. His nose was bleeding and crooked. Isaac responded to that with a less then human growl and Stiles knew he had to get the pup out of there before he had a full blown werewolf on his hands.
Luckily Danny and Scott seemed to be on the same wavelengths as him so Scott grabbed Isaac letting Danny and Stiles take care of the jocks, as he was the only one strong enough to restrain Isaac. Scott pushed Isaac farther from the fight until they were out of view and harms way.
"HEY! What exactly do you Neanderthal, worthless pieces of muscle and idiocy think you're doing? You won't pass the SAT's by beating their IQ points out of them you know? It doesn't work that way." Lydia, appearing out of no where but probably just saw Harris' death and came to investigate, stepped right in between Danny and Stiles and looked pointedly at the jocks. "Tell me, is your ass jealous of the amount of sh*t that just came out of your mouth?" She sassed.
"Calm down-."
"Don't tell me to calm down! Trust me, I wasn't born with enough middle fingers for you." She spit in his face.
"So you want to finger me?" Harris smirked. "I always knew you were a whore.'
"If you're gonna be a smarta$$, first you have to be smart. Otherwise you're just an ass." Stiles had never felt prouder to know the strawberry blonde Banshee. Isaac was so luckily to be protected by such a great group of friends who always had each others backs. Yes, even Jackson had his moments.
Danny chuckled and grabbed Harris by the collar. He wasn't usually the violent type; Danny was the unofficial peacekeeper of the Pack, but when Isaac was threatened it brought out the big brothers/sisters in the members of the pack.
"What exactly were you trying to do?" Danny growled. "Because whatever you were going to do him, I'll make it 10x as painful." Stiles grabbed Danny's brawny arms and uncurled Danny's fingers from Harris' shirt. The dude was so shocked at Danny's sudden burst of anger that he didn't even try and punch him in retaliation. Stiles pushed Danny away from the group and gave Lydia a look that meant take care of this as he pushed Danny towards the locker room. Even though he wanted to beat up Harris and his cronies probably as much as Danny did he knew it was pointless. Stiles could barley run around the track during Lacrosse; he didn't stand a chance with guys using muscles. He was 147 bounds of bone and frail skin, sarcasm and brains were his only defence. And that only worked when the jerk he was insulting knew what he was talking about. Which, most likely, Harris didn't judging by the big fat F he caught a glimpse of from Harris' discarded binders.
"Don't talk to me, don't touch me, don't come near me, don't breath the same air as me, in fact don't breath at all. Thanks, you're doing the world a favour." Stiles couldn't hold back his laugh at Lydia's retort as he shoved Danny into the boys locker room, despite the Hawaiian boys protests. "Dude, don't make me shove you in a shower 'cause you may be all glowing eyes and sharp claws but I can handle my own out here."
"What are you doing?" He snapped as Stiles took out his phone as the door shut behind them. "I'm not going to have sex with you right now!" Stiles felt relieved that Danny was well enough to joke around. Even if it had to be that comment.
"ONE TIME! Sheesh man, let it go." Stiles muttered as he brought his phone to his ear. "Hey Malia," Danny saw a wicked smile creep across Stiles' face. "I have something I want you to take care of...yes mauling is allowed just this time...Harris and his cronies...cronies mean jerks, bullies, you know that stuff...Zac...No, no Scott's taking care of him and Lydia is giving those jerks a tongue lashing..." Stiles let out a barking laugh. "No Mal, they'd have to be more idiotic then normal to hurt her...ya bring Kira along...don't expose us...cool, see you later...thanks Malia you're the best." Stiles hung up the phone this time with a satisfied smile on his pale face.
"Do I want to know?" Danny chuckled. Stiles gave him a kind smile and shook his head. Malia and Kira would take care of this; he trusted his Pack.
Line break!
Malia prowled around the school like the coyote she is with a reluctant Kira dragging behind her with her belt sword.
"Are those the scumbags?" Kira asked pointing to some jeering boys near the flagpole. Malia growled and flashed her blue eyes before fully transforming into a were-coyote. "MALIA!" She yelled, trying to stop the were-coyote before she could mindlessly attack the boys. However Kira was too late and the were-coyote was already herding the boys into a corner.
"HEY! HELP!" Harris screamed to no avail as Malia stepped forward. Harris's cronies, Justin and Ryan, looked like they were about to piss their pants from fear of the blue eyed coyote.
Kira smirked as she watched Malia growl and kneel low threateningly as if she planned on pouncing. Kira knew that she wouldn't kill them because of Scott's orders but she could do severe damage. Poor Melissa Kira chuckled in her thoughts.
A flood of headlights shone on Malia, Kira and their captives and a silver car came into view. Hayden stepped out of the car and tilted her head towards Kira in question. She'd received a text from Kira that their girls night would be delayed because of something at school, and being the curious little sophomore that she was, she obviously came to BHHS to find out exactly what was happening.
"What's she doing?" She asked knowing Malia could hear her with her were senses.
"Stiles gave me permission to maul these jerks who hurt Zac!" Malia growled in response. Hayden smiled and ran to Kira to get a better view of the action.
Malia barred her teeth, showing all her fangs, and made the final leap.
A/N: Sorry guys, I tried my best with Lydia's educated/above average language but I don't think I did her justice. Personally, I don't think she'd take to swearing and use more educated language instead but I seriously couldn't think. Any pointers? Don't hate me! Also tell me what you want the next story to be. This drabble might actually be like a long story, maybe 2-3 more chapter if you guys like it!
I'm not really comfortable with swearing thats why I used * and $. I'll try and use less next time.
I don't know if I'm going to make Hayden supernatural. Any ideas? As of now, I'm purposely avoiding it but assume she's human. She's kinda like Mason in the Pack, not in the inner circle, and that's why she wasn't on the list to bring Isaac from class to class. Also, would anyone object to Haysaac? Hayden/Isaac? If anyone can think up a better couple name I'll give you free virtual cookies ;P
*I have no idea what students cover in AP math so just go w/ it.
ALSO, cliffhanger! AHHH!
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