**Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. And I hope you enjoy this one..

**I don't own Teen Wolf. I do own my OC's.

Chapter 1:

Ordinary.

She was ordinary. That was all that there was to her life. Ordinary.

Her mother walked into her room and pulled the covers back. "Adveana! You're going to be late!" The girl groaned and rolled over, burying her face further into her pillow. "Mooooom.. Noooooooo." She blindly reached for her blanket, just to have her mother take her hand and tug her onto the floor. "Offt."

She looked up at her mother with sad eyes and leaned her head back onto her mattress. "Get ready or be grounded. Your choice." With that, she left her daughter there to mope on the floor. Waiting only a few more minutes, she grudgingly got up and got ready for school. Being grounded wasn't the way she wanted to start off her school year.

School, was also ordinary. It was over crowded, loud and boring. You were cramped in tiny classrooms with people you grew up with, but who were also total strangers. There were some new faces, but it was the same old story.

This girl was like most students that attended Beacon Hills High. She had top marks, participated in school functions, and talked to the people that she was forced to surround herself with. Ordinary. Just ordinary.

Isaac sighed as he stared into his locker during class changes. He already had his books, but he just needed a moment to breathe, even If it caused him a little pain. Looking down, he could feel the bruises on his ribs become sore with each breath he took. His father had come home drunk the night before, and Isaac couldn't avoid his senseless thrashing.

"Adveana, do you have the notes for History?" Isaac looked over and looked at a group of girls a few lockers down. "Yeah, I already made you a copy. I know how you are about notes Jess." The tiniest girl in the group handed another girl a few sheets of paper with a smile. His eyes darted back to his locker when the girl looked to where he stood.

"Thanks a mil Adveana. I owe you big time." They dispersed and Isaac glanced back towards where this ordinary girl stood. She was closing her locker and walking in his direction. He closed his own and went to turn around, hoping she would ignore him like everyone else did. And she did. She breezed past him without a second glance, and made her way down the hall.

Isaac let out a breath of air and felt that familiar pain in his ribs all over again. He just needed to get through the day. He walked into his next class and took an empty seat in the back. As much as he hated school, it was his only escape from his father, and sadly, he needed that. Just as he settled down in his seat, he noticed the girl from the hall walking in. His eyes locked with hers and she gave him a soft smile, pointing to the empty seat next to him. "Is this seat taken?" Isaac hestitantly shook his head and she moved her books higher in her arms. "Can I sit here?" She said it half laughing and he calmed down a little as he nodded.

She sat down and sighed, spreading her books in front of her. Isaac slowly went over the way her long tendrils of black hair, cascaded down her back, stopping a few inches above her tail bone. It was streaked with turquoise, which happened to be his favorite color. Her lips were set in a soft pout as she flipped through some pages of her notebook. She turned to him, holding a pen to her lips. "Do you know the easiest way to get to Mr. Harris' class from here?"

Isaac shook his head and spoke quietly. "Who would want a faster way to his class?" She giggled and nodded her head in agreement. "True. He's a hard ass." Isaac's eyes darted between her button nose, and the tiny mole that sat perfectly on her cheek. He took in how her skin was like the color of coffee with a little bit of cream mixed in, how her smile revealed a few dimples, and how her teeth weren't unrealistically straight. They were white, but a little crooked, which oddly enough, meant she wasn't perfect.

She moved her bangs from her face and tilted her head to the side. "I'm Adveana." She held out her hand and he took it. "Isaac Lahey right?" Isaac nodded and let her hand go after a few shakes. "How'd you know?" Adveana smiled and looked down into her book. "I go to all the Lacrosse games." Before he could speak, class began. So he was stuck there, unable to breathe, with a girl that he barely knew, sitting beside him, making it harder for him to concentrate.

"I know school just started, but where you're sitting now will be you seats for the rest of the semester." Isaac glanced over and saw that Adveana was smiling. "And the person at your table will also be your permanent partner for all projects and activities done in this class. If you wish to move, do so now." He waited for Adveana to get up and walk away, but she never did. Instead, she turned to him and narrowed her eyes. "Do you like Alt-J?"

It was an unexpected question, that made him smile. "I like that band. Breezeblocks has been stuck in my head for days." Adveana smiled widely and gave him a single nod. "Good. We're going to get along just fine." She nudged him a little, unaware that he was covered in bruises. He winced, but she never noticed. He smiled despite the fact, and looked down at his own note book. Maybe he would enjoy something this year.

*Isaac's POV*

During class, I tried not to look her way, but I just couldn't help it. My eyes wandered over her chest, and the way her legs seemed long, despite her being short. Every time she would sigh and scribble notes down, it brought me out of my thoughts, and makes me go blank. That wasn't something I was used to. Fuck, being this close to a girl wasn't on the list either.

"For your first project, I want you to get to know your partner. Doesn't matter if you've known them your entire life, or just a few short minutes, you're doing this project. No way out of it." Adveana giggled slightly under her breath and turned to me once we were handed our papers. I looked over the questions before me and raised a brow. "What is your name? What did you do over the summer? What kind of questions are these?"

Adveana gave me a shrug and tapped a pen to her lips. "The generic kind?" She went to say more, but the teacher spoke instead. "These are just some examples in case you can't think of your own. I expect originality though. This is a Literature class. It's not just about reading. It's about life." He walked to the front of the class and scribbled down some dates. "It's due tomorrow. You'll each present it to the entire class."

There was an instant burst of chatter and I felt myself grow a little nervous. There was no way we could get this done on time. Adveana, must've thought the same thing because she looked at me a little worriedly. "Are you going to busy with Lacrosse later? Or should I give you my number or something?" Isaac hesitated a little and she turned, scribbling her number down. "Here, we'll just text later, and meet up. I'm not supposed to be home until 8. My parents are strict about me being home alone, so I usually hang out with friends til then." She didn't seem bothered with the fact that she just gave me her number.

We spent the remainder of class, trying to think of questions. Every so often, I could feel her small hand nudge my arm to get my attention. The questions she suggested didn't seem at all that bad and all I could do was nod my head at her. The bell rang and I watched as she gathered her things. "See ya later!" She waved and rushed out of the class.

I walked out after her, but she disappeared in the crowd of people. Sighing, I turned and walked towards the library. I needed to study. I needed high grades or my father would have another excuse to beat me. This year, better turn out greater than the last.

After school, and lacrosse practice, I walked over to where I had my bike chained and undid its bonds. "Hey Isaac, why the rush? There's going to be a party at Jackson's later. You should come over man." I looked over at Danny and gave him a smirk. "I gotta work. Plus tons of homework." Danny sighed and nodded in understanding as he walked away. I jumped on my bike and began making my way home.

A few blocks away from my street, I spotted a familiar mass of black and turquoise hair. I slowed down and watched as she turned to me with a slight smile. "Isaac." I stopped and she adjusted her books. "What are you doing out here?" Adveana sighed and looked around. "Trying to find ways to pass the time. My parents aren't home so I can't get in until then." I raised a brow and spoke slowly. "Why don't you have a key?"

She bit her lip and looked down. "Don't laugh, but, my parents think I'm a little ditzy. They'd rather have me surrounded by my friends, than home alone." I nodded but couldn't help but smile. I've noticed her before, and she was a bit ditzy. "So walking around alone seemed like a better idea?" I watched her nod and I looked at my phone. "If you don't mind graveyards, you can come with me. I have to work, but I'm sure it's better than being alone."

I expected her to shy away at the thought, but she moved her bag and threw her remaining books in there. "Anything is better than this. Can I?" I nodded and she jumped on the back of my bike. Her arms went around me, squeezing my bruised ribs as I took off. She let out a little squeak and I couldn't help but smile.

When we got to the graveyard, she sat under a tree as I began to get to work. Adveana didn't seem bothered being surrounded by death. I stopped the backhoe and jumped out to sit beside her. "It's quiet here." She stared off in space and then looked down at her fingers. "I love the quiet." There was a faint smile on her face and I silently agreed.

We started working on our homework and I found out a lot about her. She, of course, only knew what I told her. I couldn't exactly say that I was in an abusive household, and had nowhere else to go. But I think she kind of knew. When I dropped her off at her house, I could faintly hear arguing. Adveana sighed and turned to me with a smile. "They must be arguing about stocks again. Thanks for, keeping me occupied until 8." She waved and walked up to her door, while I hurried home to my own house.

Do you know where the wild things go? They go along to take your honey…

I could hear the music flooding my ears, and I laid in bed, nursing my wounds. My dad was finally passed out drunk in the living room, which gave me a little peace. I could see the fresh gash on my side as I tried to wipe the blood away. But that wasn't what I was focused on. All I really could think about, was the way Adveana seemed so, content at the graveyard. The way she smiled at the fact that it was peaceful.

The thought of her, made me look forward to the next day. She was the first girl, to willingly talk to me without being disgusted. She wasn't into my older brother, like the others before her. Adveana was genuinely a nice girl. An ordinary, nice girl.

School the next day, flew by quickly. Adveana and I presented our 'Introductions' to the class and sat back as the others did so. She turned to me and narrowed her eyes. "Isaac, what happened to her lip?" Her hand reached out and touched the cut on my lip as if she had done so many times before. No one has ever noticed the minor things before. So I was unable to answer her.

**Adveana's POV**

I felt his lip under my fingertips and watched as he winced a little. "Uh, nothing. Just hurt myself at work." He was lying. I could see it in the way his blue eyes darted back and forth. I dropped my hand and bit my own lip. It was a bad habit of mine that usually left my lip in pieces. "What did you do?" I widened my eyes in expectation and he turned away from me. "Was digging with a shovel and over extended inward, so the handle hit me in the mouth." It seemed so rehearsed to me.

"I don't believe you." I turned away from him also and crossed my arms. One thing about living with my parents, you can tell who's lying, and who's not. It's little ticks that give them away. The rest of the period was boring and I couldn't help but stare out of the window. I dreaded having this class end. I hated having to find something to keep me busy until my parents got home.

At lunch, I sat with my usual friends and watched them silently. As soon as I was going to make an excuse to sit in the library, I spotted Isaac. He was eating alone. "Hey, I'll see you girls later ok?" They shot a million questions at me, but I ignored them as I gathered my things and walked towards him.

As I sat down, he looked at me, shocked. "Wh.. what are you doing?" I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Keeping you company. Oh!" I spotted Stiles and waved him over. "Adveana, what are you doing sitting with Lahey?" He shot me a weirded look and sat next to me, followed by Scott. "We're Literature partners." He nodded in understanding and shoved food in his mouth.

Isaac looked a little uncomfortable and I felt a little bad. "How's Lacrosse coming along?" He looked down at his food and shrugged. "It just started. So far no injuries." I nodded and grabbed his apple. Biting into it, I watched as his face went wide in even more surprise. "What if I was going to eat that?" I smiled and handed him the apple. "Ok, then eat it if you are."

I tilted my head to the side and waited for him to grab it. I wasn't disappointed when he did. I was more amazed that he bit the apple I had just stolen from him. Scott laughed and patted my back a little. "Didn't see that coming did you Ana?" I shook my head with a smile and we all began chattering about lacrosse.

After school, I began to make my way towards the public library. At least there was some peace and quiet there while I was waiting for my parents to get home. Just as I started walking, I felt as someone came up behind me. I turned to see Isaac walking his bike, trying to catch up with me. "Are you stalking me now Lahey?" I shot him my best horrified face and watched as a blush spread across his cheeks.

"What? No, I'm not.. I was just wondering.. I mean, I have to head this way to work.." He stopped when he saw the grin spread out on my face, and returned one. "I have to work. If you're not busy, you can hang out at the yard with me. I noticed you like the quiet last time." It was my turn to blush as I nodded. No one ever noticed how much I hated the noise. I nodded and he got on his bike, waiting for me to jump on. I gave him a shy smile as I sat on his handle bars. "You think you can handle a girl being in front of you Lahey?" He nodded and took off quickly down the street, causing me to laugh out loud.

Once there, and settled in, I couldn't help but notice how diligently he worked. How he needed to have everything perfect. I took out my sketch pad and began to capture the moment. Something I hadn't done all summer. Once I had a rough sketch of Isaac's face, I closed my pad and leaned back against the tree.

Isaac Lahey. Lacrosse player, grave digger, and silent shy type. It wasn't a combo that fit well together. I sighed and bit my lip. What was I doing here? I had plenty of other friends to keep me company until my parents came home. I looked up and saw that Isaac was staring at me. He looked away nervously and I couldn't help but smile. It was because there was something to Isaac that I have never seen in anyone else.

He was kind. He wasn't like Jackson, flashing his position on the team. He wasn't like Stiles, goofy and a bit daft at times. Isaac definitely wasn't like Scott. Scott was a good guy, but he was a bit slow also. Isaac remembered that I was alone for 5 hours of the day and wanted peace. I watched as he walked over and sat next to me. Without thinking, I reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, watching as most of it soaked is brown curls. "THa..thank you."

I waved my hand and looked away. "No problem." There was a moment of silence before I offered him some of my water. "You know Lahey, you can't keep bringing me here. What if your dad finds out?" Fear flashed in his eyes as he sipped some water. I didn't know why he was so scared. "Yeah.. I guess we should hang somewhere else? I mean, if you want to hang out…?" His eyes darted between me and the grass we sat on.

"Why are you so nervous?" His face flushed, and I got to my feet. It was time for me to get home. "Not many girls.. I mean.. It's hard to really.." He stopped talking as I extended my hand towards him. "Well, that's about to change Lahey. Get used to this face." I pulled him up and he looked surprised. "Why?" I smiled and shrugged. "Why not?"

There was an enormous amount of silence between us. He helped me gather my things and I sat behind him as he brought me home. When we were in front of my driveway, he looked down at the tire. "You never answered my question." I smiled and lightly nudged him away. "Life doesn't always give you answers. Why should I?" He accepted my answer and I took a few steps back. "Bye Isaac. I'll see you around."

I waved and watched him ride off. I made my way indoors and found my parents at the table. They were arguing again, I could feel the tension in the air. They looked at me and faked a smile. "Honey, you're home a bit late." My father was gritting his teeth and I looked down. "I was hanging out with Isaac. He works at the grave yard and I.. I .. Found it so peaceful there…" I looked up and sighed. "They found another body… another grave.. It's terrible that the world can be-"

My father stood up and I shut my mouth. "That's life Adveana. People are killed. Get dinner, and study." I did as I was told and ate quickly before running up the stairs. I threw my books down as soon as my door was shut and sat at my desk. I could hear the arguing start up again down stairs and sighed.. Sometimes, I wish I could be ordinary..

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