"What the hell is she doing here?" Isaac snapped, his eyes sizing you up in disgust.
You clenched your jaw, trying not to let him get to you, trying not to let him see how his words brought tears to the corners of your eyes. Isaac took a disliking towards you the day you two met, while you'd felt the exact opposite. While he rolled his eyes at your ideas, you focused on the mesmerizing periwinkle shade of his irises. When he murmured snide comments about you into the ear of whoever was next to him, you melted at the sound of his low, sultry voice. As he wished he was anywhere but near you, you dreamed of being right next to him.
To say it hurts would be an understatement.
You swallowed, mustering up a small amount of courage to quietly point out, "I'm a part of this pack too."
Isaac scoffed. "'Wish you weren't."
Biting your lip, you meandered further into Derek's loft and nervously sat down in between Lydia and Kira on one of the few couches in the room.
"Can't we have a single pack meeting without you being a total prick to her, Isaac?" Stiles complained irritably.
Isaac sneered in response and leaned back against the wall behind the couch where Stiles, Liam, and Malia sat across from you.
The pack meeting started and Scott began speaking alongside Derek, describing in detail anything he knew about the Benefactor and the dead pool. Derek pitched in every once in a while, every comment about catching or killing Kate and finding out what she did to him.
"I'm not sure how else we can find the Benefactor other than setting up some sort of trap." Scott sighed.
You glanced at Lydia next to you, your eyebrows furrowed.
"What is it?" She tilted her head curiously.
Bringing your gaze back to Scott, you offered, "I could help Lydia with her powers, maybe?"
"Terrible idea." Isaac spoke without even looking at you.
"No, it's a good idea, actually." Malia nodded at you. "Lydia figured out the password to the first hit list, maybe she can figure out the rest with a little help."
You smiled thankfully at Malia while Lydia placed a hand on yours. "I appreciate it."
"It won't work." Isaac finally met your baffled gaze. "You know nothing about banshees."
"None of us do. I'm just trying to help in any way I can. I can't fight like you guys." You frowned.
He uncrossed his arms and glared at you. "Exactly. So, why are you in this pack? You're useless."
"I'm useless?" You stood up impatiently, your breathing quickening and your heart starting to race. "All you do is criticize me and brood in the corner! It's like you're always looking for an excuse to berate me!"
Isaac laughed humorlessly. "I wouldn't have to if you'd just leave us alone! You nagged and weaved your way into this pack and for what? It's pathetic. You're pathetic. You're insignificant. You're unimportant. You're just a human. At least Stiles is smart, he serves a purpose and he's been here from the very start. And what do you do? Absolutely nothing."
As your breathing got even shorter and your eyes burned from holding back so many tears, you ripped your bag up off of the floor and stormed out of the loft, making your way to your car in an effort to simply go home.
You reached your car and eventually drove off, using all of your strength to force yourself not to cry your heart out. Your hands trembled as they weakly clenched the steering wheel. "He doesn't deserve your tears." You dictated to yourself through clenched teeth.
Pathetic.
You finally arrived at your house and trudged upstairs past your questioning mother. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you watched your reflection in the mirror through blurry eyes. "He doesn't deserve your tears." You sobbed, finally letting it all out. You looked on at your reflection in hatred and let the hot waterworks trickle down your cheeks.
