Room 403 | Monday afternoon
Isaac had gotten lucky. Sort of. While being sent away back to Fandom when shit was going down in Beacon Hills made him feel sort of useless as a pack member, he was at least (unknowingly) avoiding being forced to work with the twins. Still. He felt useless. Scott was just looking out for him blah blah he couldn't flunk out of school blah blah, it all felt like lame excuses to him.
He was lying on his bed, not watching whatever was playing on the tiny ass TV the McCalls had gifted him for his dorm room. Sulking.
If he only knew he narrowly avoided being put in a pointless coma as a plot point.
[Door cracked, post open, minor SP later]
He was lying on his bed, not watching whatever was playing on the tiny ass TV the McCalls had gifted him for his dorm room. Sulking.
If he only knew he narrowly avoided being put in a pointless coma as a plot point.
[Door cracked, post open, minor SP later]