lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

The other boy sneered, the emotion contorting his handsome face. “You didn’t tell him either, did you. You just put the same spell on him that you did on me, cause it’s the only way you can get laid.” He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out of Isaac’s hold.

“I never slept with you,” she cried. “I never did anything wrong!”

“Yeah, that’s because I figured it out before you could!” His hand was cruelly tight around her wrist. “That what you did to him, why he’s so devoted to you? Did you fuck him, bitch?”

She shook her head, red hair flying around her face. “No, nonono, no, no, no.”

Isaac regarded the scene before him with increasing horror, failing to comprehend the foul words spilling from the male’s lips and instead focusing only on Summer’s growing panic. He could hear her erratic heartbeat thumping away in her chest and he slowly pulled her back behind him, eyes darkening further.

“I think it’s best that you leave before I hurt you,” he stated lowly, dangerously; after all, he was a Lahey and they were a violent lot, apparently. “And I’d warn you not to speak to her like that ever again.”

Summer made a pain sound, trying to pull away from both of them. “You’re hurting me.”

“Good,” Jesse hissed. “Hurt you like you hurt me, like you’re hurting him. She took away your free will, did you know that, kid? Whatever you’re feeling now, it’s her. It’s not you. She’s making you.” He sidled around, grabbing at Summer again. “Let him go. Stop controlling him!”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Isaac, no.” She clutched him tightly. “Just … just ignore him.”

Coincidental with her admonishment, the other person snarled, “I’m talking to you, slut. You think you’re too good to talk to me now?”

“Jesse, please don’t,” Summer pled, pulling away from Isaac a little. “I’m leaving you alone, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I’m not going to let you fuck over other guys the way you did me,” Jesse jeered.

On the verge of tears, she protested, “I didn’t do anything!”

“I can’t…he’s a threat…” Isaac refuted lowly, angling his hand so that his fingertips brushed hers, checking that she remained close whilst his gaze remained fixated on the male before him. Each word that spilled from his lips only further increased Isaac’s rage, and it took every little bit of self-control that he possessed to try and not shift right there in the parking lot.

“Leave. Her. Alone,” he growled, slowly enunciating each word as if he were talking to a small child, gradually tightening his arms around Summer. “She told you to leave her alone — I’d listen to her if I were you.”

The other boy sneered, the emotion contorting his handsome face. “You didn’t tell him either, did you. You just put the same spell on him that you did on me, cause it’s the only way you can get laid.” He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out of Isaac’s hold.

“I never slept with you,” she cried. “I never did anything wrong!”

“Yeah, that’s because I figured it out before you could!” His hand was cruelly tight around her wrist. “That what you did to him, why he’s so devoted to you? Did you fuck him, bitch?”

She shook her head, red hair flying around her face. “No, nonono, no, no, no.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer reached out for a hug, bracing herself for what appeared to be a flying tackle sort of hug (the sort only she ever got from him) when he stopped. “No? I’m fine. I mean, it’s astronomy, it’s not exactly easy, but — ” She blinked up at him, slipped an arm around his waist and added, “Did Derek keep you?”

Before he could answer, or kiss her, or anything, a hurtfully familiar voice came from her. “Robbing the cradle to get your fucks, witch? Or did you figure out I warned off everybody on campus?” The speaker was tall, even taller and narrower than Isaac, with wild curly black hair and several facial piercings in his olive skin.

Summer froze, her whole body tensing up. “That’s what happened,” she muttered.

Eyeing her suspiciously then, his eyes curiously scanned her face and appearing to be relatively satisfied with her answer, Isaac nodded and curled in against her torso. Smiling as she looped an arm around the jut of his hip, he shook his head and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “No, I just slept in – silly, huh?”

He was about to move in for a proper kiss when a voice called out to distract him, his eyes flashing golden as a low growl sounded out from his slightly parted lips. “Just say the word and I’ll rip him to pieces…”

“Isaac, no.” She clutched him tightly. “Just … just ignore him.”

Coincidental with her admonishment, the other person snarled, “I’m talking to you, slut. You think you’re too good to talk to me now?”

“Jesse, please don’t,” Summer pled, pulling away from Isaac a little. “I’m leaving you alone, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I’m not going to let you fuck over other guys the way you did me,” Jesse jeered.

On the verge of tears, she protested, “I didn’t do anything!”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer stacked up her notebooks and textbooks and shoved them into her bag, then checked the time on her phone. Even though it was the first day of the summer astronomy course, the professor had used the entire class period, so Isaac should be turning up outside any time now.

Which was good, because she hadn’t had any idea that Jesse had also stayed over the summer until he’d walked into the lab. They’d both looked away immediately, but she could feel his attention fixed on her, and it made her jittery. The /last/ time they’d ended up in a freshman-level course together, he had told campus security that she was stalking him, which had been its own special kind of hell.

A few months after that he had apparently decided that turn-about was fair play, and begun to actually stalk her. Or maybe she’d just gotten more sensitive to his presence — he seemed to be everywhere she went. It had been such a relief to go away to the seaside with Isaac and not have that niggling worry in the back of her mind for a few days.

She went out to the steps of the science building and perched on one of the great blocks lining the steps, keeping an eye out for Isaac and his bike. She’d put a bike rack on her car last week, just for this sort of situation, although she might take up riding her bike to campus again soon.

Cycling furiously as his blue eyes darted down to the watch strapped onto his wrist, Isaac winced and pushed himself even harder, not wanting Summer to have to wait on him for too long. He’d lost track of time – he’d slept in by accident and then taken far too long to have a long and leisurely shower followed by a series of catastrophes in the kitchen, so all in all, his day wasn’t progressing all that well.

He’d just glanced at the clock in the hallway and then cried out in surprise when he’d realised that he should have left twenty minutes ago, and now he was making up for long time by cycling faster than was humanly possible.

And as he turned the last corner and saw her waiting there by the steps, he smiled and skidded to a halt, nearly throwing his bike down to the gravel in his haste to get to her. “Sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t -” He stopped and tilted his head to the side, eyeing her warily. “What’s wrong? Something happened, didn’t it?”

Summer reached out for a hug, bracing herself for what appeared to be a flying tackle sort of hug (the sort only she ever got from him) when he stopped. “No? I’m fine. I mean, it’s astronomy, it’s not exactly easy, but — ” She blinked up at him, slipped an arm around his waist and added, “Did Derek keep you?”

Before he could answer, or kiss her, or anything, a hurtfully familiar voice came from her. “Robbing the cradle to get your fucks, witch? Or did you figure out I warned off everybody on campus?” The speaker was tall, even taller and narrower than Isaac, with wild curly black hair and several facial piercings in his olive skin.

Summer froze, her whole body tensing up. “That’s what happened,” she muttered.

Summer stacked up her notebooks and textbooks and shoved them into her bag, then checked the time on her phone. Even though it was the first day of the summer astronomy course, the professor had used the entire class period, so Isaac should be turning up outside any time now.

Which was good, because she hadn’t had any idea that Jesse had also stayed over the summer until he’d walked into the lab. They’d both looked away immediately, but she could feel his attention fixed on her, and it made her jittery. The /last/ time they’d ended up in a freshman-level course together, he had told campus security that she was stalking him, which had been its own special kind of hell.

A few months after that he had apparently decided that turn-about was fair play, and begun to actually stalk her. Or maybe she’d just gotten more sensitive to his presence — he seemed to be everywhere she went. It had been such a relief to go away to the seaside with Isaac and not have that niggling worry in the back of her mind for a few days.

She went out to the steps of the science building and perched on one of the great blocks lining the steps, keeping an eye out for Isaac and his bike. She’d put a bike rack on her car last week, just for this sort of situation, although she might take up riding her bike to campus again soon.