Forbidden- Isaac Lahey / Teen wolf

Chapter 1

Frey's POV
My phone beeps with a text. it was my mom.
Did u make it 2 school.
Ugh, she is so obsessive, like what's ever going to happen to me that I can't handle. I am a Werecat, Healer and the Princess of Death. So, I'm fine.
Yea mom I made it just fine! I text back.
I raise my head and standing right in front of me was Beacon Hills High. Another school, another junior year. I missed out on my junior year last year for reasons unspeakable. my mom and I had to move because my father died and we had to sell our giant house back in Hollywood and move to small Beacon Hills. I was never really close to my father because he was always away doing things he never spoke about. I have no idea why my mother every stayed with him. I think it was for the money. Wow 17 years of that over and over again. Depressing.
I slowly walk towards the large double doors at the front of the school. I stand there for a moment thinking of a great entrance. Suddenly, a massive cloud of BHH students flood through the doors knocking my to the side. So much for my dramatic entrance. I walk in. the halls were narrow, but I could tell that I was going to have a hard time finding my classes. Then that's when it hit me like a snowball to the face, the smell was so strong. It was terrible. This school was flooded with them.
Then all of a sudden, I'm on the floor.
" Oh my god, I'm so sorry." A low voice says. I look up and see a curly haired, well built guy standing in front of me. he puts a hand out to help me, but I reject it and get up myself.
" If I was going to come to a new school and have a scene from almost every high school movie, I was expecting someone a bit cuter." I complain watching him pick up my books.
"Well then, your welcome." he says handing me my books.
"I'm sorry, I get a bit bitchy when I'm nervous. I'm new, obviously." I smile awkwardly
"Wow."
"What?" I ask confused
"I have never met a girl who admits they can be bitchy."
"Well, I'm not like other girls." And he had no idea how far from normal I am.
"Isaac." he says putting out a hand to shake. who does that these days.
"Frey." I go to shake his hand and just as I touch him the slightest bit, a hot stinging pain runs up my arm and down my body. Not just that, I could feel myself about to transform and I try to control myself.
I gasp and pull away quickly.
No, this can't be happening, not again. this has happened before.
He's a werewolf.