Willow ↠ Teen Wolf

[23]

Willow knew she had to stay to make sure Isaac was okay, so that's how she got stuck in probably the world's most awkward dinner ever.

"So, how are your grades Willow?" Mr. Lahey asked her breaking the silence.

"Straight As, Mr. Lahey." Willow gave a small smile but regretted it the minute she said anything after seeing the look on Isaac's face.

"And you, son?"

"Um..." Isaac looked up from his plate. "So far it's an A in French and a B minus in econ."

"Oh, what about Chemistry?" Mr. Lahey asked with a condescending tone.

"I'm not sure, uh, midterms are in a few days so it could go up." Isaac shook his head. Willow couldn't tear her eyes away from Isaac, trying to figure out how to end this conversation.

"Well, what's it at now?"

"The grade?"

"Yeah." Mr. Lahey chuckled. "Unless you two were working on a different chemistry."

"Isaac's good at Chemistry. We were just doing lab wor-" Willow interjected, trying to clean up her mess.

"I asked my son a question. You wouldn't be lying to me, would you Isaac?" Mr. Lahey asked between bites. At this point he was the only one still enjoying dinner.

"No."

"Then tell me your grade." Willow felt nauseous with each bite Mr. Lahey took.

"I just told you I don't know."

"You wanna take this little conversation downstairs when your pretty little friend is here?" He smiled at Willow which made her feel even more uneasy. "No? Then tell me the grade, son." He continued when Isaac shook his head with wide eyes.

"Dad, this semester's only half over."

"Yes, Mr. Lahey, our final grades are still not de-" Willow tried to help Isaac when she was cut off again.

"Isaac?"

"There's plenty of time-"

"Isaac."

"It's..." Willow saw the defeated look on Isaac's face. "It's a D."

"All right. It's a D. I... I'm not angry." Willow let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad after all. "You know I'm gonna have to find a way to punish you though. You know..." Mr. Lahey smiled at Willow. "I have my responsibility as a parent. So, we'll start with something simple, like, uh..." Isaac didn't dare look at Willow with how his father was talking. "Tell you what, you do the dishes and you clean up the kitchen, okay?" Willow slowly pulled her hand away from the switchblade she hid in her waistband.

"Yeah." Isaac looked taken aback before nodding.

"Good." Mr. Lahey took a sip from his coffee. "Because I'd really like to see this place spotless." He lowered his cup and threw it to the floor making Willow flinch. "Know what I'm saying? You know? I mean, this entire kitchen." He raised his voice and swiped his hand over the table making everything clatter to the floor, some of them shattering. On instinct, Isaac cowered to the corner as Willow jumped up in rage. "Yeah, absolutely-" He picked up the water jug and threw it over Isaac's head. "Spotless."

"What the hell are you doing?!" Willow shouted, rushing over to Isaac. "Isaac?" She lowered down next to him as he slowly lifted his head. She gently reached up to pull out the piece of glass embedded in his cheek. "You okay?" She softly whispered, checking if he had any other cuts.