Catching Feelings

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Don't You Mean b********y?

[ Trinity ]

Trinity felt incredibly uncomfortable as the whole scooby gang followed her to her locker. However Jackson gave her well needed space, some of the other lacrosse boys had pulled him back. "I don't see the huge deal about it. My father made it, and your grandfather—"

"Gerard," Allison offered, tucking a curly strand of hair behind her ear timidly.

"—yes, Gerard, stole it. We got it back obviously, but my father has it lock and key. He's very protective over it, he only opens that chest once every full moon." The blonde joked, not even realizing that all of their eyes widened at the statement.

Stiles slammed her locker shut harshly after she had exchanged her books out. "E-every full moon? Is that literary or an analogy." His tone took Trinity by surprise and she backed away from them hesitantly.

"Literally, he marks each full moon on his calendar and he opens it then and only then."

"Does he call it a bestiary?"

She cracked a small smirk at the thought that filled her brain. "Don't you mean b********y?"

Stiles rolled his whiskey colored eyes in frustration, as Allison and Scott smiled at each other as if it was an inside joke. "No, I mean bestiary." He sighed, running his long fingers through his short hair. "What is with you guys and your perverted minds."

"Um, yeah. That word might've came out of his mouth a time or two, only on confidential phone calls though."

"Do you know who he was talking to when he talked about it? Where is your father right now?" Allison fired question after question, adjusting her satchel to sit better on her neck.

Shifting from foot to foot, Trinity had subconsciously touched the bruise that had formed on her stomach from her father's most recent abuse before he left. "At work, I assume. He's a doctor, and this week he hasn't come home, that's expected though. And no, I don't know who he was talking to. He's really big on the privacy thing."

"He does this often then? Leave whenever there's a full moon?" Scott urged, stepping closer to the fragile female, his hand holding onto Allison's seemingly tighter.

Feeling the similar feel of intimidation as Trinity's father when he was angry, she stepped away from the much taller teenage boy. "I have to get to class, I don't want to be late. Harris already yelled at me today and I'd rather not have another one of those encounters with another teacher. I'll see you sometime later." She rushed away from them as quickly as possible, ignoring their desperate calls.

"Come on, Trinity. This is important," Stiles shouted as the distance between them gradually became greater.

Turning back momentarily, Trinity smiled softly. "Yeah, maybe. But so is graduating high school."

When she had successfully made her way to class, she slumped in her seat. The nagging feeling that they were on to something and her father revolved around it somehow.

Beside her, a boy with blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and an extremely chiseled jawline turned to look at her with a cocky smile on his face. "I'm Isaac, are you new here? I've never seen you before."

Nodding, Trinity opened her notebook, sketching a photo of something she had seen in a dream the night before. "Yes."

"Where you from?"

Putting the pencil down, she turned to acknowledge him. "Melbourne, Australia. It's a fairly crowded area, but it was home."

His eyes darted to the side of her face, staring at her cheek that had been covered pretty heavily in makeup to cover up the bruises. "What happened to your cheek?"

Trinity's azure eyes widened slightly, she could've sworn it was covered. When she subtly checked in her locker mirror earlier, it wasn't even noticeable. "What are you talking about? Nothing's there." She squeaked back in response, trying to convince herself more than him.

His eyebrows furrowed, as his gaze was heavily set on her face. Analyzing what he shouldn't have seen. "That bruise," His finger went up to run at the makeup. Trinity flinched at the sudden pain and swatted his hand away, tugging at her curled hair to cover the spot.

"It's nothing. I got hit by a ball walking home a few days ago. I'm fine."

Isaac's eyes stayed on me longer than she deemed necessary, for a moment it looked like he knew she was lying. That he knew someone was beating her, but that feeling was swept away when he smiled at her. "Alright. Just be careful next time, okay?"

Trinity gratefully returned the gesture. "I'll do my best."

Through the entire lesson that she pretended to listen to, she could feel Isaac's blue eyes on her the entire time. Staring at her with such worry and urgency that it had her tugging on her hair to create a barrier between him and herself.

Thankfully the bell rang, she quickly gathered her items and was running out of the classroom, only to be blocked by Scott and Stiles. "Look, I don't know what you want with me and my dads stupid book, but I can't help you."

"Please," Scott begged, his far contorting in such a way that he began to look like an innocent puppy.

Sighing in frustration, Trinity ran her fingers through her blonde hair, making sure to cover the bruise that Isaac had somehow seen. "What on Earth do you need a book on every supernatural being anyway?" She grumbled, not expecting them to hear her.

"You know?"

"Know about what, Scott?"

"About our slight supernatural issue we have here." Trinity stayed quiet for a moment, before bursting into an uncontrollable laughter.

"You actually think that stuff is real? It's make believe, a stupid lore my father can't stop droning on about. It's not real." She walked past the two boys, continuing her previous journey to her next class, completely missing the boys last words.

"Was she telling the truth?"

"Nope. Not one little bit."