Chapter One- Liz's pov

I hate Isaac Lahey with all of my heart. Especially after what he did to me in eighth grade. He will never cross my mind with out me thinking of hating him. And to add to it all, he now has a cocky attitude. Plus, being on the lacrosse team certainly doesn't help at all, with aspect of the popularity difference between us. Being more popular, if possible, makes him even more annoying with his little group of friends.

The sad part is, I used to be best friends with Scott and Stiles. But then, Isaac snatched them and they soon outcasted me like everyone else did. After loosing all of my friends and being completely humiliated by Isaac, I slipped into depression. However, it's not like anyone noticed or anything.

I had no friends anymore and my parents could care less about me. The only person who would listen was my older sister, but she's at college now. She is never around for me to talk to her, so I literally have no one anymore.

I stepped into my black ford and threw my backpack onto the passenger seat beside me. I had on a black, long sleeve cardigan, to cover up the lasting reminders of what happened. A royal blue tank top and my favorite pair of grey jeans paired with my trusty combat boots, as well. The only type of makeup I had on was mascara. My long blonde hair was tied up in its usual ponytail and I was as ready as I'll ever be for the day.

The drive to school was boring, the same music playing the same songs. I really needed something to brighten up my life. I thought to myself, as I realized, it was starting to look really dull.

It took me about ten minutes to arrive at school. For a little bit, I just sat in my car, dreading going inside. However I had to enter hell at some point. As I finally walked into Beacon Hills High School, I was met with jeers and laughs and pointed fingers. I was used to it by now, so I just ignored it. However, inside I was dying to be anywhere but here. And that's not even the worst part.
"Please say he's sick or broke all the bones in his body or-" I started to think to myself, but my train of thought was cut off when I heard his dreadful voice.

Isaac Lahey came swaggering up with his little posse of freshman. They were following him around like little puppies and he's the alpha. I almost laughed at the thought of Isaac thinking of anyone but himself.

"Hey ugly sl*t" Isaac called to me and pushed me out of his way and towards a wall of lockers. Nobody did anything but laugh. Even if they wanted to help, there was the factor of being socially outcasted, like I was, so I was all alone.

"What is little Liz not strong enough" Isaac joked in a baby voice.

Man I really wish I could reach out to punch that perfect face of his.

Wait what?

Perfect?

No, he is the devil Elizabeth. Isaac is not perfect in anyway, he's the exact opposite.

I eventually caught my balance from the push, and tried to ignore him the best I could.

"Don't you have better things to do Isaac?" I muttered under my breath not confident enough to say them louder. I was hoping that if I said this he'd leave me alone. Although, he didn't seem to hear me and seized my wrist where my cuts were. I winced visibly and bit my lip. He saw my reaction and smirked holding my wrist tighter and tighter, until my cuts reopened. I tried to shake my arm free but it only made it worse.

"Have run Cutarealla" he teased and pushed me to the ground. Everyone just stared at what they just witnessed. Isaac walked away towards his first class, his silhouette disappearing with every step.

If only I could disappear.

I took a deep breath and stood up once again. Holding onto the straps of my backpack, I looked around. Tears threatened to escape my eyes, so I kept my head down and my face was out of sight from everyone that was staring at me. I quickly made my way towards the girls bathroom, that was at the end of the hall. With a paper towel, I tried my best to get off all of the blood on my arms from Isaac reopening my wounds.

As sad as it sounds, the bathroom had become my safe haven for the past few years. If someone knew I was in there they probably wouldn't go in, so lucky me, I had a whole bathroom to myself.

I had heard the warning bell ring and I hurried to finish cleaning up all of the blood. In no time, I got to my first class. And thankfully, I didn't share it with Isaac because he wasn't smart enough for AP classes. I smiled at my small victory and slipped into one of my favorite teachers' class, AP history.

I was dreading the end of the day, like I always was. This is because I shared that class with Isaac. Stupid Honors English.

Mr. Johnson, the Honors English teacher, said that tomorrow he would partner us up to work on our final project for the year. However when he started to explain the project, the final bell rang. A heard of high schoolers made a dash for the exits happy to get out of this h**lhole. I ducked my head and allowed myself to be pushed along with the crowd. I was hoping not to see Isaac or any of his gang again today. But my prayers must not have been heard, because someone shoved me into Liam. He was one of the Freshman in Isaacs posse, who sneered at me. Despite me being an upperclassmen I was treated like I was the freshman, and he was the Junior. 

In response, I rolled my eyes and walked faster. I could see my black ford parked right next to, a bike? Not just any bike but Isaac Lahey's bike. I cursed under my breath and kept walking, praying he wouldn't be there. To my surprise he wasn't but Scott McCall was. I guessed he was waiting for Isaac to show up to give him a ride home. So, I decided to do my best to ignore and draw attention to myself.

When I reached my car Scott gave me a once over and mumbled, "Why haven't I seen you around before?"

I laughed at the irony of it all, "I didn't think I changed that much from, when was it kindergarten?" I sounded angry and annoyed.

"Liz," Scott stood there shocked "look I'm really sorry about what happened. I was such a jerk, and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out like old times?" Scott looked around, probably to make sure that nobody heard him say that.

"Oh but don't you have a precious reputation to uphold." I said in a mimicking voice. "And if you really cared that much you wouldn't have outcasted me like everyone else. So, bye Scott. Talk to me when you actually care."

I turned around unlocked my car and got in. I blasted the radio so I couldn't hear Scotts reply.

He didn't deserve for me to talk to him after he's ignored me for so long.