In all the years Marlow has been alive she has never woken up like she did today. She had the most aggressive headache in existence, worse then a concussion, and definitely worse then a hangover. Laying in bed with the covers over her eyes Marlow wanted the excruciatingly bright lights to vanish.
There was nothing she wanted more then to turn over and ignore that irritating voice in her head telling her to get up and ready for school. But unfortunately for her, Scott had to barge in right as she was about to fall back asleep.
"Marlow..? Are you awake?" Scott whispered incase she was asleep.
"No.." Marlow mumbled into her pillow.
"Are you going to school? You don't have too, just thought I should ask in case you wanted to come." Marlow turned over and opened her eyes to see Scott sitting on the floor next to her.
"Yeah.. just give me a minute to get dressed" Scott nodded and walked out after picking up his sisters backpack and bring it down stairs.
Marlow slowly rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. She clearly wasn't in the mood to look good, right now she only wanted to be comfy.
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Sitting in the boys locker room was definitely clearing Marlow's head. Especially because coach didn't care if she was in there, Marlow was one of his favorite students and let her slip passed him on purpose when it came to the locker room considering her brother was always in there. She loved to look at the very fit torso's of the lacrosse team, they were all very... Fit.
Scott and Stiles were talking about human sacrifices and what not, up until Danny pretended to be interested in Stiles, and Isaac walked through the doors.
"I'll remind you all that cross country is not optional for lacrosse players. I don't need you all turning into a bunch of.. Fat-ass's" Coach pointed to Greenberg while saying fat-ass's and Marlow turned to look at Coach and seen him looking at Isaac and Danny, then she noticed Isaac beside Danny without a shirt on.
"Oh thank you, lord.." Marlow had her head sitting on her hand that was propped up on her knee, staring at him. There was a moment when Isaac felt her stare and looked around the room, Marlow looked away before he could see her but she couldn't help but blush out of embarrassment.
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After walking her brother and Isaac outside for their cross country run, Marlow made her way to her own class which just so happened to be advanced french with Allison, who happened to be fluent in french, since her family has been french for decades.
After lectures and lectures of french speech and why french in important, Miss Morrell started to teach the class some simple fraises walking in between the rows of desk's. She got to Marlow and looked at her with a smile while passing.
"Mademoiselle?... Mademoiselle Argent." Miss Morrell stood in front of Allison's desk in a patronizing way. Allison jolted awake looking like she had seen a ghost "Est tu fatigué?" Marlow couldn't help but feel bad that she was getting laughed at by the other students and the bell rang after Alison apologized. Marlow packed her stuff up and left the room wanting to get school over with as soon as possible.
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⁄⁄⁄ Phantom ⁄⁄⁄ Isaac x OC
FanfictionHe was just a Normal teenage boy, trying to get trough high school, but during his second year so much changed, becoming a werewolf, his father, but it was all gonna be alright because she was there.. She always knew she was different from the time...
