𝟏𝟕 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚

✯☾✯

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. Turns out, Lizzie would rather jump off a bridge than watch some man mark papers for a whole hour.

The detention was drawing to a close. Stiles knew that as he was carefully watching the clock tick round. Lizzie had no idea. She'd fallen asleep.

Stiles braced himself, nudging Lizzie as the ticking seemed to intensify the closer the second hand moved to the twelve.

Annnnnddddd..... Boom.

Stiles leapt from his seat, startling Lizzie. The girl didn't bother standing up or collecting her things. She'd been to enough of these detentions to know that they did not finish at the usual time.

"Sit." Mr Harris' voice suddenly came.

"What? But it's been an hour." Stiles argued.

"My detention's an hour and a half." Harris pointed out, continuing his work.

"You can't do that." Stiles spluttered and Lizzie rested her head on her crossed arms.

"Oh," Harris looked happy to mock the boy. "But I can. You see, Stiles, since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I've decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. You are going to benefit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer. Now, sit down before I decided to keep you and your friend here all night."

Lizzie yanked Stiles back into his seat. "Welcome to the club, dude. I've been his project since the first day of freshman year."

✯☾✯

When Lizzie and Stiles were let out of their prison, they went straight to the cemetery. It was the day of Kate Argent's funeral and it was something the boys seemed to be interested in.

Stiles dragged his small friend through the back of the cemetery and the pair collapsed next to Scott who was hiding behind a mossy statue.

They were quick to begin to observe the event going on although they couldn't exactly see much of what was happening. Lizzie manged to pick out four people: Chris, Victoria, Allison and some random old dude.

"Who the hell's that?" Stiles asked and Scott activated his werewolf hearing. Before he could get a chance to eavesdrop, the Argent family and the old man glanced in the teens' direction, the three of them briskly skirted back behind the statue.

Lizzie had to be dragged back by the hood of her sweater and she landed on her back behind the boys. Scott looked at her quizzically before informing them,

"He's definitely an Argent."

Cautiously, the trinity peeked their heads round again. The old guy murmured a last few things before sitting down. Allison braved another look at the statue and locked eyes with her boyfriend who gave her a reassuring wave.

"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they're the non-hunting side of the family? They could be non-hunting Argents. That's possible, right?" Stiles brainstormed.

"I dunno," Lizzie craned her neck to get a better look. "Grandpa Argent has that evil aura about him."

"I know what they are. They're reinforcements." Scott informed, obviously having thought it out. Lizzie just hoped that meant he was prepared.

All three heads swivelled back to the funeral that had just begun. But, just as they started to really pay attention, a hand clamped on the back of each of Scott and Stiles' shirts. Lizzie jumped, startled, and rotated her body round.

"The three of you," Noah Stilinski nodded at Lizzie. "Unbelievable."

"Pick up my tie." He ordered his son who immediately obeyed his ask and bent down to get it. Then, Papa Stilinski dragged the boys away.

"Lets go. Lizzie, you too."

Lizzie leapt up and scrambled after the others.

"This is the second visit to the cemetery today, Lizzie." Noah said, sounding almost as if her was telling her off.

Lizzie cringed.

Yeah, he was telling her off.

"Second?" Scott asked, finding it difficult to talk at the rate he was being dragged by the Stilinski man.

"I was here this morning." Lizzie said quietly, breaking into jog as she tried to keep up with the boys.

"Why?" Stiles questioned.

Now, as much as Lizzie trusted her best friends, there was a lot going on right now and as per usual, the girl felt a relentless need to shield her problems from the world.

"You now, spirit catching." Her voice got smaller as she spoke.

"Spirit catching?" She whispered to herself as if she couldn't believe she'd just said those words.

Before Stiles or Scott could question it, Lizzie's phone buzzed. She pulled it out, still walking at a fast pace.

FROM KNOCK OFF ZEUS

Got held up at work and Bobbys not home. Would you mind picking Davey up from Lacrosse?

The girl sighed.

"Hey, Sheriff, would it be okay if I go?" She asked.

Noah clicked his tongue but nodded.

"What?" Stiles spluttered. "How does she get to go?"

"Because I like her a hell of a lot more than you two." Noah quipped, watching as the girl exited through the huge cemetery gates.

✯☾✯

"Kids!" Andy Brown yelled from the bottom of the stairs, coat on and keys in hand. "We're gonna be late."

It was currently 9:30.

School started at 8.

The Brown siblings had completely missed their first lesson and Andy was meant to be halfway through a presentation for his work. Lizzie had also been asked to meet Stiles and Scott for morning practice right after their first class.

It was hard being a single father and even though Andy's boss was extremely lenient, he didn't know how much longer she'd put up with him.

This morning had been a wreck, Davis had come down in his spider-man onesie, insisting it was pyjama day at school, only to realize when he was sat on the stairs, bag on his back, that it was tomorrow.

Lizzie had slept in after she'd spent half the night on the phone with Scott who had been traumatised by the events he'd witnessed in the woods with Derek Hale. Then, she'd spilt her orange juice down her shirt so she'd had to change.

And as for Bobby, there had been no sign of him yet.

A blue rucksack was flung down the stairs, landing at Andy's feet.

"I'll be one second, Dad." Lizzie called, her voice was muffled and Andy could tell she was brushing her teeth.

Next, Davis came jumping down the stairs. This time he was not in his spider man rigout. He grinned at his father, unbeknownst to the time.

Andy looked relieved to see him. "Oh, Davey, thank god," He reached behind him and pulled Davis' bag off the dresser. "Go and get in the car for me, yeah?"

Davis tilted his head, "But I haven't had my breakfast yet."

Andy internally groaned, weighing up his options. "How about you eat a bit of your lunch on the way to school?"

Happily, Davis nodded before skipping out the front door.

The next kid down was Lizzie. She looked frantic but still wore the same bright smile Andy remembered his late wife had permanently painted on her face. He decided not to mention the small tooth paste stain that he'd spotted on his daughter's woollen, white button down.

Lizzie had also picked out a black skirt to go with it a long with a pair of tights. It was cold.

Lizzie skipped the last step, jumping straight to the floor to pick up her bag.

"Hey, Beth, would you mind just-"

"Getting in the car," Lizzie finished for her father, plucking her coat off the hook. "On it."

With that, she also disappeared out the door.

Finally, down came Bobby. He trudged slowly down the stairs, frowning the same frown he'd plastered on for weeks. Something wasn't right with him. The whole family knew it.

"Come on, Bobbs," Andy sighed, making way for his eldest son who sauntered straight out the door.

Andy threw his head back in relief, following his kids out the door and locking it shut.

✯☾✯

"For fucks sake!" Andy roared whilst Lizzie clasped her hands over Davis' ears. The car slowed to a stop, spluttering and coughing until the wheels stilled their turning and the vehicle was left in the middle of the main road.

Other cars beeped, drivers wondering why they'd stopped. Andy held his face in his hands, muttering curses of every variety. He tried to start the car up again.

And again.

And again.

Until finally... nothing happened. Bobby, who was at in the passenger seat, tried a couple of times but nothing worked.

"Shit, shit, shit." Andy graoned, his daughter noticing he was close to tears.

"Dad? Dad." She rested a hand on her father's shoulder. Andy turned. "Dad, listen to me. Calm down. Take a deep breath."

Andy did so, re-assessing the situation.

"How far away are we from school. Do you kids think you can walk it?"

Davis glanced out the window. "It'll take us about twenty minutes I think."

Lizzie chewed on her lip, clocking her Dad's growing agitation. "That's fine. I can give you a piggie-back if you need me to, Davey."

They still had to be careful with the amount of physical activity Davis partook in. Last night, he went to his lacrosse practice not to play but to watch. He feared he'd miss out.

Davis grinned smugly and Lizzie patted his head.

"Dad, we'll walk. You get a recovery vehicle dude out and phone your boss. She'll understand." The girl instructed the man.

Andy nodded, forehead wrinkled with stress. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. You kids go. You're already late enough."

Lizzie gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting out the car and hoisting her younger brother onto her back, Bobby following.

✯☾✯

Morning lacrosse practice at the high school was going satisfactorily, well, until Scott smelt another werewolf. In the locker rooms, his wolfy senses picked up on something familiar, something of his own. The same scent he could smell when he was near Derek Hale but Derek wasn't here. He was sure of it.

That meant there was another wolf about, the second since last night. So, naturally, Scott confided in Stiles who came up with a plan and although it had its obvious flaws, it was working.

Scott had been playing in goal, a position he hated, yet he managed to get a whiff of every player lined up, much to Coach's bewilderment.

The line before him only stood two people. Stiles and Isaac Lahey. Lizzie's boy.

Well, Scott didn't know if they'd made anything official or even talked about their shared kiss yet but 'Lizzie's boy' was what him and Stiles had been referring to him as for a while now.

Isaac was nervous. He'd seen what Scott had been doing to the other players. However, determination overcame the nerves. He took a deep breath in, ground his heels into the grass before starting off running. Both him and Scott ran at each other at a seemingly inhuman pace.

The closer the boys got, the louder Isaac's uncontrollable growls grew. Then, with a loud thud, Isaac and Scott hit each other with extreme force, both landing on their hands and knees facing each other.

Golden yellow circled Scott's pupils as he slowly lifted his head up. Eye contact was made. The same eyes. The same yellow eyes.

It was him. Isaac Lahey was a werewolf and considering Derek was the only alpha in town, he'd turned him.

Man, that was going to suck for Lizzie.

The boys exhaled heavy breaths, glaring gazes softening slightly. Coach's whistle blew, snapping them out of their trances, golden disappearing.

Scott's ears pick up on something else. A police radio.

He turned. Three cops, including Stiles' dad, marched down the field, the matching sunglasses made them look even more badass than they already were.

Scott glanced back. Isaac's features were sensitive and innocent.

"Don't tell them," Isaac begged, still panting. "Please don't tell them."

The cops took Isaac and stood him at the edge of the field to fire a few questions at him.

Stiles stood by Scott's side and after Scott informed him who the other werewolf was, the original teen wolf began to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"His father's dead. They think he was murdered." Scott relayed to Stiles.

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" The Stilinski boy questioned. He was also wondering where the hell Lizzie was and how she was missing this.

"I'm not sure, why?" Scott said, straining his ears to hear more of the conversation between Isaac and the Sheriff.

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

"What? Like overnight?"

"During the full moon."

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?"

"People, good. Werewolves? Probably not that good."

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

"Yeah."

"He does."

Isaac glanced back to Scott and Stiles just as a third person skipped up to them. She looked a little tired but happy none the less.

"Hey, guys. So sorry I'm late. Funny story actually. Davis was-" Lizzie began but was cut off.

Stiles rested a hand on her shoulder and turned the girl around. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted movement. Three cops holding onto a boy. He was taller than all of them and he held his head as low as he always did, trying to make himself as small as possible.

The number 14 was printed in red lettering on the back of his lacrosse shirt. Lizzie's eyes widened as Isaac quickly turned his head away the moment he noticed Lizzie was looking.

"Yeah," Scott cleared his throat. "You might wanna sit down for this."

✯☾✯

As if her wretched day couldn't get any worse, Lizzie was now sat in chemistry.

Alone.

The empty space next to her sort of described how she was feeling. She hadn't quite processed everything yet and right now her mind was, well, empty.

She wanted to hate Derek for dishing out the bite. She wanted to hate Isaac for accepting it. But, her heart, as always, had taken dictatorial leadership over her brain.

The bite, as much as it was an inconvenience, could help Isaac in many more ways than it could hurt him. Maybe it would make him stronger? More confident? Happier?

Though she knew the source of Isaac's suffering was gone, she could always tell that it wasn't just his father that made him so unhappy. And now he was being accused of murdering him?

God, she just wanted to talk to him. She wanted to hug him.

He'd lost his father, a monstrous man but that last of Isaac's family.

Her worried thoughts abruptly diminished when Mr Harris stopped by her desk. He eyed her up distastefully.

"Miss Brown, you've been working for twenty minutes," He tapped a finger on the blank page of her exercise book. "If I do not see at least ten questions completed within the next five minutes, I'll be sending you to the principal's office, again."

He strolled away, a perfectly malicious smile held.

Lizzie bowed her head and tried to concentrate on her work but the universe was against her today so of course that wasn't going to happen. A pen flew through the air and hit the back of the girl's head.

Lizzie furrowed her brows and turned to find the culprit.

No, culprits.

Stiles and Scott had already begun mouthing instructions to her before she'd even had time to acknowledge them. She didn't understand much but she managed to get a few words.

Jackson

Isaac

Questioning

Principal's office

So, she put her pen down and leant back in her chair, watching as a ball of paper went flying over the sea of students and into the back of Harris' head.

Light laughter erupted through the room and Mr Harris spun round.

"Who in the hell did that?"

He sounded angry but his face showed no emotion. Harris scanned his pupils, eventually focusing on the two people who should've guessed did in the first place.

Stiles and Scott each pointed to each other accusingly.

The boys' plan worked and they were briskly kicked out and thrown to the principal's office with Lizzie following closely behind after she managed to piss Harris off her own way.

They each took a seat outside the office, ears pressed against the window, listening.

"Wait, so are you telling me you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?" Came Sheriff Stilinski's voice. Lizzie winced at the question, closing her eyes and resting her head against the glass window that looked into the office.

"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him." Jackson Whittemore flung back his snarky comment.

Scott observed Lizzie's discomfort and grabbed her hand. The girl smiled weakly before carrying on listening.

"Did you every say anything to anyone? Uh- a teacher, parents, anyone?"

"Nope. It's not my problem."

Silence.

Then Stilinski spoke again. "No, no. Of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it."

A small smile tugged Lizzie's lips. She knew she liked Stiles' dad for some reason.

The door to the office opened and out walked Noah and another deputy. Stiles scrambled for a magazine to cover his face, not wanting his father to see him.

Noah clicked his notebook shut, a tired look on his face. "Hi Scott, Lizzie."

They waved.

The man sent one last concerned look towards his son before leaving the trio be.

Then, a second door clicked open. This time it was the one to the principal's office. The teens looked up, expecting to see the usual man who screeched through intercom to inform students of the announcements every morning. But no.

"Holy fuck, it's that guy from the funeral."

"Yeah, no shit, Lizzie."

✯☾✯

"Scott McCall," The new principal produced a file. "Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you've become quite the star athlete."

Scott raised his eyebrows consciously whilst in the chairs beside him, Lizzie and Stiles snickered.

Taking out a second file, Mr Argent opened it up. "Elizabeth Brown. You're on the soccer team and you seem to be doing well when it comes to you classes however the records state you have a frequent tendency to be late."

Unsure what she was meant to do in this situation, Lizzie raised her hand and stuck her thumb up at the man.

Mr Argent half acknowledged her and then continued, "Mr Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse?"

"Oh, actually I'm already-"

"Hold on." Mr Argent interrupted Stiles and pointed at Scott. "McCall. You're the Scott McCall that was dating my granddaughter."

Scott kinda panicked, not wanting to get him or Allison in trouble.

"We were dating but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other- at all."

"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."

Lizzie and Stiles exchanged a confused look at the strange metaphor.

Scott sighed in relief but carried on playing his part. "Just a hard break up."

"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me," Mr Argent spoke, an evil glint briefly flickered in his eyes. "Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

Ironic.

"Heh, is that so?" Stiles commented without thinking but Mr Argent didn't seem to catch on and if he did, he didn't show it.

"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So, unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention."

Scott looked to his right, Lizzie looked to her left and Stiles rolled his eyes.

Before the trio exited Mr Argents' office, Lizzie stopped, pulling the two boys to a halt with her.

Biting her lip, she braved, "I'm sorry."

Mr Argent looked up from whatever he was writing. "What for?"

"For your loss. I- I'm friends with Allison. She lost her aunt which means you lost your daughter, so, I'm sorry." Lizzie smiled weakly.

"Why are you sorry?" Mr Argent shot back, Lizzie's eyes brows knitted. "Did you kill her?"

"Uh- no. I was just, you know-"

The man stood up and Lizzie stumbled backwards, a little taken a back. As were Scott and Stiles who didn't have a clue what was going on.

"No, it's just a worn out cliché. You're not sorry. As far as I'm concerned, you didn't know my daughter. Why would you be sorry that she's dead? It's an obvious misuse of the language."

"Uhm, right. Okay. I'm sorry I said I was sorry she was dead. I actually don't care that she's dead." Lizzie tried, still extremely bewildered.

"Lizzie!" Scott scolded.

"There you go. Now, doesn't that feel fresher? The clean air of honestly." Mr Argent perched himself on the side of his desk.

"Sure." Lizzie bobbed her head.

"Good. You are indifferent. You didn't know my daughter. You are indifferent to her life and death. That is proper."

Not entirely true.

"Well, I'm sorry," Lizzie apologized and then squeezed her eyes shut when she realised that she'd mess up. "No, I'm sorry about saying I don't care that she's dead, not about her death."

"About which you are?" Mr Argent coaxed, leaning forward to get an answer.

"Indifferent?"

The man smiled and turned away from the trio who each exchanged looks that simply stated, what the hell just happened?

As they pushed through the door to leave, Lizzie murmured, "That was so weird."

"I can hear you." A voice called from behind her. The girl froze and then poked her head back through the door.

"Sorry. But not about your dead daughter."

Lizzie manged one last quick smile before she was pulled away, leaving the Argent man in peace.

✯☾✯

Kayla Utoi and Lizzie stood by Lizzie's locker, their backs pressed against them, watching other students pass by.

"Are you okay?" Kayla asked, tilting her head slightly. "With the whole Isaac thing?"

"What do you mean?" Lizzie questioned, adjusting the textbooks in her grip.

"I mean that he could be a murderer and-" Kayla started.

"No. No, K. He didn't do it, I swear." Lizzie immediately defended the boy, wondering if this was how everyone saw him now. A murderer.

"Oh come on, his father beat the shit out of him, what do you-"

"Oh my god, Lydia's back."

Lizzie spotted a flash of strawberry blonde hair out of the corner of her eye and her face lit up. She quickly chased after her, leaving Kayla by the lockers purposely.

"Lydia, hey." Lizzie called. Lydia whipped her beautiful head round at the call of her name and no sooner had she done that, a small brunette came crashing into her, wrapping her arms round her shoulders.

It took Lydia a few seconds to register what was going on but she soon returned Lizzie's hug.

"Holy shit," Lizzie murmured into the taller girl's hair. "No one told me you were back, are you okay?"

Lydia pulled away and held onto Lizzie by the shoulders so she didn't implode.

"I'm about as okay as a girl can be after wandering round the woods naked for two days." Lydia quipped, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Walk with me."

The queen bee strutted off down the hallway, the bubbly girl following closely, trying hard to keep up.

"The doctors had no idea what happened. Seriously, most of the men doing crucial jobs these days can only do it half as well as woman could, right?"

"Right."

"I mean, give me a stethoscope and some bandages and I could do their jobs in five minutes and still look sexy." Lydia finished, smiling to herself.

Lizzie was about to reply as they pushed through the back doors of the school but stopped when a car drove in front of them. A police car.

In the back, looking out the rear window, was Isaac. Both pairs of blue eyes locked onto one and other.

It was near impossible to hide their attraction towards one and other, no matter how many times they'd awkwardly looked another way to veil their gazes.

Staring softly into someone else's eyes for an appropriately prolonged level of time was not something either Isaac or Lizzie had done many times before. Lizzie focused on the emotion in Isaac's eyes, hoping it would tell her whether or not he was all right.

Isaac opted on studying the colours he could see in Lizzie's at the distance he was. He didn't know if she believed him as a killer yet. But, when he noticed a tug on her lips, that gorgeous smile forming, he let out a small breath.

Lizzie blinked a few times and then he was gone, the car drove off.

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