I understand I have a lot of stories out, but I with the start of this one I now have my beloved writing schedule back and running. This story will be updated weekly for this is following Season 2, except for this week, tomorrow I will update chapter two because this is only episode one, the other stories will be updated every other day. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do writing it, and please review it helps me. :)

"Come on Rachel," Stiles begged as the young girl looked up from the computer rolling her eyes as she made eye contact making Stiles smile with excitement.

"No, I can't do that, I can lose this stupid job," she grumbled as he slammed his fist on the counter.

"You hate it anyway just do it."

"Stiles, I can't send a memo to all the teachers without the front desks approval, I care Lydia's missing it's just with all the crap I have to go through I'd like to keep this crappy little job, it beats what my brother does, working in…"

"Your dad's Cemetery, I get it," Stiles sighed as she laughed.

"Yeah, so I'll see you next period."

"Miss Lahey, I need you to send this memo out to Coach Finstock right before your next period."

"What is it?" she asked as Stiles leaned over the counter to read it, seeing Lydia's name in bold print.

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded trying not to laugh. The woman looked at the two teens oddly and walked away, "Looks like you just got your memo Stiles," she laughed and began typing the email quickly, finishing just as the bell rang. She grabbed her bag and walked to her next class meeting up with Scott and Stiles in Chemistry. "It's all taken care of," she smiled at Scott taking the seat next to Stiles.

"It's a rather hilarious story," Stiles smirked as Rachel chuckled. The bell rang and Mr. Harris passed out his test, Rachel hears Stiles but knows he's talking to Scott so doesn't bother barging in.

"Mr. Stilinski," Mr. Harris broke the silence, "Since your father had me go through an amazing backlash of my past, I've decided to make you my new project, if I hear your voice again I will give you detention the rest of the year."

"Can you do that?" Stiles asked sounding tired and confused.

"There it is, I will see you after school." Jackson snickered and Rachel looked at him he waved and she nodded trying to be a little friendly. A thin line of blood fell from his nose and Rachel turned around trying to ignore it. She watched as he ran out of the classroom and went back to taking her test. The rest of the day dragged on and when the final bell rang out Rachel walked to her brother's car. He finally showed up and let her in. "I can drive myself home and pick you up, you know that right," she said as he put the key in. "Isaac, you are going to be late for practice."

"I don't care right now Rachel, all I care about is getting you home safely," he sighed as she nodded.

"I'll be fine, just give me the keys and…"

"Rachel, just stop," he snapped as she sighed and sat back, he was usually excitable but not like this, he seemed angrier than normal.

"It's the grades isn't it?"

"Yeah, I'm dead."

"What happened?"

"I got a D in my Chemistry class," he mumbled.

"It's alright, if dad asks tell him you don't know, and then don't freak out, next week are midterms, you can raise it then."

"Good point but he'll find out."

"Not if you tell him," she barked getting out of the car. "Trust me, Isaac, you'll be fine, I'll see you after practice," she smiled as he peeled out of the driveway to make it back to practice. Rachel walked in the house and passed the kitchen on the way to her room.

"Not going to say hello?" a voice croaked from the kitchen table.

"Sorry, daddy, hi, I'm just going to go do my work," she said soft-spoken as she tried smiling.

He waved her away and she ran to her room to start her homework, scared out of her mind of what would happen if she didn't. The rest of the night went on and Rachel received a message from Stiles before she went to bed. Lydia is safe, I repeat Lydia is safe. She laughed and replied back before going to bed.

The next morning she was getting ready when a knock came from her door. "Come in?" Her dad stuck his head in and looked at the open book on her table.

"You didn't finish?"

"No, but that's not do till tomorrow," she said pulling her arms to her face. "I finished everything, do you want to see it?" He stood silently as she grabbed her bag and handed it to him cautiously.

He began going through the bag and pulled out her math. She rolled her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror, Rachel was an A student so she had nothing to worry about. "What is this?" he barked as she turned and looked at him confused.

"What do you mean? Everything is right there, correctly," she snapped.

"This is B work," he barked raising his hand in instinct and smacked her across the face, Rachel fell on her bed trying to hold the sobs in but she couldn't the pain was too much and she wept. Isaac walked in and his dad looked at him angrily. "Get out, she's fine," he said grimily as Rachel looked to him for help, but their father was feared and Isaac backed away pretending Rachel needed no help. After Mr. Lahey placed her bag down and her homework on the table he left. Rachel sat on the bed thinking if he was right about her work, but he never was.