[03] Chapter Three

Isaac Freakin' Lahey

⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡

"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days." Lydia stated before the three teenagers stopped in front of the entrance of the high school, "But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds."

Despite the police and her parents' pleading, Lydia still decided to come to school and act as if nothing happened. Which is why today was her first day back since she's been gone for three days just causal running naked in the woods. But since it was her first day back, she wanted to make an impression by wearing something attractive; a short tight purple dress with a brown leather jacket and her strawberry blonde in beautiful curls.

For once in the past week or so, Clara decided to go back to her usual clothing attire and wear something sexy as well which was a black mini skirt, leather jacket and low cut black shirt. She, for once, felt like herself and had her self-confidence grow a bit higher.

"Are you ready for this?" Allison asked, worried for her best friend's sake.

"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." Lydia joked before walking through the entrance. Clara found the joke to be a bit harsh but she knew Lydia didn't mean it that way. Lydia had no filter on her mouth and some times things blustered out.

Allison and Clara followed in after but noticed that everyone walking up the stairs and in the hallway all stopped and stared right at Lydia. Lydia, unknowing what to do, just froze there with wide eyes.

Clara leaned over to the strawberry blonde, "Maybe it's the nine pounds." She tried to reassure in a hush tone.

But Lydia Martin was the queen bee in Beacon Hills and any queen bee rules the school whether or not they are the town's new nut-job. So with the flip of a bang and a certain curve to the hip, Lydia strutted her way out of the room with Allison and Clara following close behind.

Clara walked across the lacrosse field near the bleachers, looking for two familiar teenagers. But she only found one, which was Scott, who sat on the first row of the bleachers. She made her way over to him and sat down right next to him, "You alright? You look a tad bit out of it."

"It's just the full moon's affect. I'm fine." He reassured her before quickly jumping to the next topic, "But we have a problem. Someone on the lacrosse team is a werewolf."

Her eyes widened, "How could you tell?"

"I sensed his scent. I just can't lock onto it." Scott explained.

Clara fumbled with her fingers as her mind wandered back to the promise Derek made her. He couldn't have bitten him, could he? He promised her that he wouldn't bit anyone else. Derek wouldn't have broken that promise, would he? her thought of Derek and his promise once Stiles came rushing over with his lacrosse stick and sitting right next to Clara.

"I told coach you're switching with Danny for the day." Stiles stated, completely ignoring Clara.

"Hi Clara, how was your morning?" Clara said mockingly, faking betrayal that Stiles didn't acknowledged.

As Stiles glared at her, Scott commented, "But I hate playing goalie?"

"Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea." Stiles explained and Scott finally got it, "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Wait, what's the idea?" Scott asked Stiles, dumbfounded.

Stiles just stared at his best friend, "I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."

Suddenly and loudly, Coach Finstoke blew his whistle, "Let's go! Line it up! Faster! Make daddy proud."

As all the lacrosse players were lining up and Scott was positioning himself at the goal. Clara reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, skimming through her contact list until her eyes spotted "Derek".

He's been absent a lot, only visiting or talking to her once in a blue moon. He says he's always dealing with some werewolf business that always needs attendance. Maybe it was just a feeling but Clara almost felt like he was keeping secrets from her. But her thoughts on Derek vanished once she watched Scott run out of the goal and towards a lacrosse player.

What was he running out of the goal? Isn't the point of a goalie was the protect the goal?

Scott knocked the lacrosse player down to the ground before helping him up. But Scott leaned in and started to sniff him. Sniff him like actually sniff. Clara rubbed her forehead and looked at the ground, "Why can't we just have one normal night where Scott can control his werewolf tantrums?"

"Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal." Coach explained, pointing angrily at the vacant goal.

"Yes, coach." Scott said before returning to the goal.

That's when Matt, number eight, was up next. Matt Daehler was in the same year as all of them but Clara didn't know much about him. She's seen him lots of times but has never spoken to him. But she did noticed that he always had a camera and was taking pictures a lot.

Just like the time before Matt ran towards the goal and Scott charge at him, knocking him down. Once Matt was on the ground, Scott started to sniff him. Clara wasn't sure if this was apart of Stiles' brilliant plan but it wasn't working out too well.

And the circle kept going; Scott charging out of the goal and knocking another lacrosse player out, sniffing them out to see if they were a werewolf or not. After Matt it was Danny and the next one was suppose to be Jackson but he didn't feel like participating.

That's when player number fourteen was up.

Clara smelt the scent, the scent of a new werewolf. Player fourteen was breathing heavily and his heart beat was sky high. Her eyes widened as she stared at the new werewolf, feeling all his impulses and all his rage.

He was angry; a desire to kill surging through his veins.

"Scott, no, no." Clara whispered as she stood up, watching Scott and the werewolf charge at each other.

The two knocked each other out, both of them on the ground yet looking at each other. It didn't go unnoticeable for Clara that both of their eyes were glowing a dim gold. But all attention adverted to the Sheriff and two deputes walking towards the field.

"Oh crap."

Everyone on the team and on the bleachers were all watching the police talk to player fourteen, revealed to be Isaac Lahey. Clara stood in between Stiles and Scott, tapping her foot impatiently as Scott listened in on Isaac and the police's conversation. She would listen in as well but what was the point when Scott was already doing it?

"'His father's dead. They think he was murdered." Scott said to them.

The Sheriff then walked away with Isaac by his side, his two deputies following close behind. "Are they saying he's a suspect?"

"I'm not sure, why?" Scott asked Stiles.

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours."

"Like overnight?"

Clara let out a nervous breath, "During the full moon. How good are these holding cells at holding people?"

"People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good." Stiles answered.

"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott said with worry.

"Yeah."

"He does."

⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡

"Why would Derek chose Isaac?" Clara quietly questioned while sitting in between Scott and Stiles in chemistry class, doodling in her notebook.

"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving." Stiles guessed, thinking back to the conversation he had with Peter when he was trying to find Scott.

Clara shrugged, "People who aren't crucially ill or dying are most likely to survive. Of course the bite may save your life but it's rare. Teenagers have a longer life span but have less control. Derek must have a different motive on why he bit Isaac." She huffed again in annoyance, "Isaac freakin' Lahey seems to be the center of our problems today."

She felt betrayed and if there was one thing Clara hated most was liars; people who broke promises. And that person was Derek. "Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Scott asked.

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness." Stiles explained.

"Aren't you the future sheriff to be." Clara mumbled under her breath.

Stiles ignored his comment, his eyes widening suddenly before turning to Danny who was behind them, "Wait. Danny. Where's Jackson?"

"In the principal's office talking to your dad."

"What, why?"

"Maybe because he lives right across the street from Isaac."

"He's a witness." Clara determined.

"We gotta get to the principal's office." Stiles said.

"No way in hell am I going to the principal's office. Tate already thinks that I'm a troublemaker, the last thing I need is being sent to the principal's office for pissing off Harris. You two will have to go." Clara commanded.

That's when Stiles crumpled up a piece of paper and threw it at Harris. Mr. Harris turned around and angrily looked at his class, "Who the hell did that?"

Scott and Stiles pointed at each other, their fingers pointing past Clara. Harris glared at them as he yelled, "Both of you to the principal's office, now!"

Stiles and Scott did as they were told, hastily walking out of the room. Clara gave them ten minutes before raising her hand, "Excuse me, Mr. Harris. I'm feeling sick like vomiting, puking, coughing of my insides. May I go to the nurse?"

"Yes, what ever makes you stop talking." Harris mumbled as he wrote more sentences on the blackboard. Clara packed up all her stuff into the bag before sprinting out of the room and towards the principal's office. But right when she walked by the door to the office, Scott came rushing out.

"'Scott, what happened!" Clara yelled after him, running behind to try to catch up. But he didn't answer her, he just kept running. Soon enough Clara followed Scott out of the school and saw that the Sheriff's car was driving away with Isaac in the back seat.

"Damn it." Clara muttered under her breath, realizing this day was going down hill.

but right after the police car drove away, a familiar Camaro pulled up and a certain backstabbing werewolf in black shades was in the front seat.

"Get in."

Clara rose her eyebrows and scoffed, "Us get in? You did that, that is your fault!"

Derek sighed and looked at the stirring wheel, "I know that. Both of you get in the car and help me."

"No, I've got a better idea. I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up." Scott yelled, the two werewolves walking closer to the car.

"Not when they do a real search of the house."

Clara face scrunched up in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse." Derek tried to convince them. He opened the passenger's door and finally the two stubborn werewolves got into the car; Clara in the front and Scott in the back. As Derek started up the car again, Clara leaned against the window and sighed, hoping this car ride wasn't going to be long.

Thank you for all the comments on the last chapter. So from now on, comment on chapters if your opinions on who you want Clara to gain feelings for change! I have feeling they will in the next few chapters! ;)

~ ~ ~ ~ Monrox (Kate)