Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault
4:15 PM

Stiles had detention after school for an hour, He asked if Scott wanted to meet up and talk strategy when School let out, but Scott said he would be busy at the Vet Clinic. Isaac would have to be careful to get Scott to be less suspicious of him. He would have to not be caught following Stiles around. Stiles didn't know what everyone's problem was today. First, Isaac was staring at him, and now Matt was staring at him all of Detention.

"Okay, everyone, you can go home," Mr. Harris sighed, "Stiles, stay behind. I want to talk with you," he almost seemed satisfied with Stiles' groan. Stiles put away his homework slowly so he wouldn't have to wait so long for everyone to leave the classroom. Isaac hid in a closet so that when Stiles did come out, he wouldn't see that he was still there. He expected Harris to start ripping Stiles apart with his words. Isaac liked how he came up with insults for Stiles and Scott. "Mr. Stilinski, do you know how crazy you drove me today in class?" Adrian locked the door behind the last student.

"Sorry... I am tired, and I don't feel good-" Stiles was cut off when Adrian grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. Isaac blushed, wondering if he should be hearing this. "I... don't want to do this here," Stiles told him.

"Where the fuck do you want to do it? At my house with where my wife and kids are?" He said to Stiles, "If you want any more information, then you are going to have to do your part of the deal," he gripped Stiles' thigh making him flinch, startled. Isaac didn't know Stiles as a person to roll over. No matter how he feels about Stiles, Isaac doesn't like it when someone is abused.

"I wasn't suggesting that... I don't want to do it here again. My father has been working at the station overnight lately," Stiles gulped as Mr. Harris grew impatient, unbuckling his pants.

"Stiles, you need to start using your brain when you think, imbecile. If he catches us, I will be arrested,"

"I'm 18, though,"

"It is still illegal for a teacher to have sex with a student," he rolled his eyes. "If I get arrested, then the whole town will know you're a homewrecking faggot," Adrian pushed Stiles over the Lab Table. He pulled down Stiles' pants and started to rim him.

"O-Okay, Adrian, just don't be so rough this time," Stiles bit his lip, tearing up. He hated his teacher. This had been happening for a couple of months now. Mr. Harris told him things about his Mom that he never knew. Claudia was a teacher here before she got sick. Harris knew a lot about his coworkers and the other citizens of Beacon Hills. Their deal was if Stiles satisfied Harris, then he would tell him information about Claudia. He knew a lot about her that made sense and made Stiles understand himself. His mother was never crazy. She was a psychic specializing in seeing spirits. Harris was proving to him that he wasn't Schizophrenic. The pain and sickness that Harris made him feel were worth it, or it was until Harris wanted to fuck him dry.

He had heard enough to insert himself. Isaac could smell the fear and anger from the Science room. He didn't know if they had a deal. He knew abuse when he heard it. His dad would pull the guilt card on him every time to keep quiet. He ran out of the closet, punched the doorknob of the Science Room, and kicked the door open. Stiles gasped and tried to stand up, but Harris pinned him down harder, knocking his breath out. Adrian continued to force himself into Stiles with a smug look at Isaac. Isaac shifted into his wolf, but Adrian was still not phased. He took a step toward his teacher as Mr. Harris shook his head.

"If you hurt me or tell anyone about this. I will show the police where your mother is and who put her there," Harris threatened Isaac... how does a high school teacher know so much about their lives?

"Let go of him,"

"We have an arrangement. What kind of teacher would I be if I taught my students not to keep their word?" He asked, making Isaac growl again.

"I-Isaac, it's okay... calm down," Stiles was terrified that Isaac would fully wolf out and lose control.

"Vice Principle Crownswell is coming to see what all the noise is about. Will you threaten her to keep quiet, or will you keep raping a student?" Isaac said through gritted teeth, which made Mr. Harris correct himself. Isaac walked to Stiles and pulled up his jeans, letting him zip up and buckle, then he took his wrist and stormed out of the classroom. They went down the hallway dodging the Vice Principal as she walked into the building. They got outside, and Stiles pulled his wrist away from Isaac and cocked his arm back. Isaac caught his fist as he was attempting to punch him.

"What the hell was that?!" Stiles shouted at him with tears running down his eyes.

"Well, that is a hell of a Thank You," Isaac crossed his armed, "I was saving you. He was hurting you. I could feel it,"

"Why the hell are you stalking me?" Stiles pushed him

"I am not stalking you," Isaac caught Stiles' wrists as he was about to push him again.

"He was telling me about my Mom. He told me things I will never know now that you ruined it."

"Stiles... He. Was. Hurting. You," Isaac got in his face and forced Stiles' arms at his side.

"Stiles? Isaac? Is everything okay?" Mrs. Jennifer Blake, the New Substitute, came from across the quad to intervene

"Everything is fine," Stiles muttered. She looked at Isaac.

"Yeah... everything is okay. We were practicing our lines for an online drama competition," Unlike Boyd, Isaac was a natural at lying.

"Well, if you do that, then you will surely win... you two scared me. Go home," She told them, and they walked to the parking lot.

"I'm going home, don't stalk me, or I will seriously hurt you," Stiles muttered, walking faster than Isaac. The Beta just huffed and ran into the woods to tell Derek what had happened. He couldn't believe Stiles was being so unappreciative. He would have killed someone to do that for him when his father was still alive. Stiles saw Matt sitting in his car next to the Jeep, and Jackson's truck was next to his. If he weren't holding himself together, he would have investigated why Jackson's truck was still parked at school.

"Hey, Stiles, I wanted to talk to you about our assignment in Mrs. Blake's class. Do you want to meet up tomorrow at the library for research... Hey, are you okay?" Matt asked when he saw Stiles' puffy face; then his eyes widened when Stiles covered his face and started to sob. "What's wrong?" Matt asked. He didn't know what to do. He walked over to him, wrapping his arms around him, holding Stiles as he broke down on his shoulder.

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