Chapter 2: High School.

The car slowly stopped next to the school, Isaac took his backpack without saying anything, they don't usually say goodbye or anything, they have a shift together during the night and that's it, his father only talks to him to punish him for his grades or to make him I handed over his work money when he wants to get drunk.

When I get to school I don't talk to anyone, of course, this also has to do with the fact that he doesn't have anyone to talk to, which can be a bit sad.

But it can't be helped, the old Isaac used to be too shy to talk to anyone, of course, this does not include the abuse from his father, he used to be afraid that people would find out and make fun of him.

"Idiot." Isaac whispered.

He doesn't particularly care if he has friends or not, but he should have some initial contacts, maybe Stiles and Scott, so he can get closer to his targets, it's not about being in the plot, it's about not stupidly straying away.

Isaac walked down the hall thinking about how to approach this, if he wants to get close to Stiles and Scott, it was going to be tricky.

While Isaac was concentrating on his thoughts, he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Isaac apologized quickly.

"You should be more careful, Mr. Lahey." he said and adjusted his glasses.

"I understand Mr. Harris." Isaac said and apologized.

After Mr. Harris left, someone approached him.

"Wow, you were lucky, the last time someone bumped into him, he ended up picking up trash on campus for 2 months." a slightly muscular boy told Isaac.

"Mm... you should be... Mike, right?" Isaac said remembering, he really doesn't have a very deep impression of him, aside from the fact that he's a member of the Lacrosse team.

"Yes, I'm Mike Murdock." Mike said.

'Mm...interesting last name, I hope you don't have the same fate...' thought Isaac.

"I am Isaac, Isaac Lahey." Isaac said and held out his hand, Mike took it and squeezed hard.

"So... are you going somewhere?" Mike asked as they started walking down the hall.

"Mm...actually yes, to the classroom." Isaac said. 'Obviously.'

"Haha... I guess." Mike said realizing his silly question.

"By the way, will you be playing in the game next week?" Mike said.

"Maybe, but I want to train before then, I was thinking of doing some practice in the afternoon." he said while thinking of a training method.

"Yeah? You know, maybe I can help you with that, the coach told me he's supervising the players, apparently, he wants me to document everyone's resistance, I had no choice…" Mike said ruefully.

"Okay, let's do that." Isaac said and said goodbye to Mike, walked into his class, and sat in his seat, which coincidentally is across from Scott and Stiles.

'Mm... hell, this isn't going to be easy...'

The class ended as quickly as it started, then the next one and it was lunchtime, he didn't really have anyone to sit with, so he sat at one of the last tables, which was empty.

Lunch was the same, a hamburger, a little juice, and a few other things, it's not the best, but it's better than nothing.

After Isaac started to eat, two people sat down in front of him.

Scott and Stiles.

'Nope!' Immediately, Isaac checked his surroundings, but he couldn't find anything strange.

'Weird, it can't be that easy, there's something weird about this, I have a bad feeling...' thought Isaac paranoid.

"Hey, are you okay? We couldn't find another empty spot, so...?" Stiles said when he saw Isaac act so weird.

"Oh yeah, you're Stiles right, and you're Scott." Isaac said pointing to both of them.

"Um, we're together in most classes, although you tend to be too... quiet." Scott said correcting his words.

"Haha, I guess." Isaac said.

"Oh…my god, she's so beautiful." Stiles said when he saw Lydia walk in and go straight to Jackson.

"The drool, idiot." said a scornful Scott.

"Ah! yes, yes, sorry." Stiles said trying not to look at her and wiping himself off.

"..."

"Pffftt Hahahahaha." everybody.

"Hey, it's love, you understand!" Stiles said pretending to be angry.

"Haha, sure, sure." Isaac said trying not to laugh.

"Come on buddy, she doesn't even look at you." Scott said.

"It's not that, he just doesn't want them to think badly of us." said a very optimistic Stiles.

"By the way, do you have something to do this afternoon?" Isaac said after finishing his meal.

"Um... no, and you?" Stiles said looking at Scott and dragging out his words.

"No, not really." Scott said realizing that he has nothing to do.

"Well, in that case, what if they come to train with me this afternoon, remember to Mike, he'll come too, apparently the coach asked him to measure our resistance, we could kill two birds with one stone." Isaac said.

"Mike? I think I heard he's Coach's nephew." Scott said.

"From the coach? Well, I can only give yo him my condolences…" Stiles said thinking about the horrible workouts…

"Oh yeah, we'll go, I also want to practice for the next game, who knows, maybe I can finally be the starter." Scott said imagining everyone yelling his name.

"Scott, Scott.... here land Scott, Scott." Stiles said and punched him in the back of the head.

"Oh, yes, you said?..."

"Ding-dong ding-dong Ding-dong."

At that moment, the bell rang and everyone returned to class.

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Thank you for attending the show, to be continued...

See you in the next illusion.