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Isaac slipped into the teacher’s bathroom on the second floor without notice, much to his relief, during the passing period between English and Chemistry. It was far easier going to the bathroom in here than in the men’s room, since he usually would get looks when he left the solitary stall after taking a piss. Generally speaking, guys didn’t understand guys who sat down to pee, let alone judgmental teenage guys, who liked to pick on the scrawny Lahey kid, since his father, the (former) swim coach, hadn’t seemed to care, and the other teachers didn’t seem to notice. Even in Beacon Hills, this little place in Cali that not-so-secretly prided itself on its love of The Gays, there were still bullies, and they somehow always seemed to find their way to him.
Oh, well. It had made it easier to explain away the bruises that his father used to leave on his skin, back when the man was alive. Back before he was a werewolf.
He locked the door behind him, and took a seat, just like he always did. He did his business, wiped quickly, and didn’t think about how he wished his body was different. Isaac had learned long ago that that line of thought was unproductive, and only made him angry. Or sad, sometimes, depending on how his day had been, and what time of the month-
Crap.
He pulled the toilet paper out of the toilet just long enough to see the deep red substance that streaked across it before he dropped it back down and pulled his backpack over to search for supplies.
Frantically, Isaac dug through both pockets, throwing stuff to the floor. His binder slid across and hit the door, but he was pretty sure no one would have heard it through all the noise in the hallway. Papers were accidentally set in the puddle by the sink, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now. Reaching the bottom of his bag, he found the little baggie he kept hidden with the Advil, but after searching again, he found no tampons.
Double crap.
It was still morning, and he knew his flow was really heavy on the first day. There was no way he could go all day with toilet paper in his pants (thank goodness he was at least wearing shorts and not boxers today), and he couldn’t go to the nurse without a teacher’s note, which, from Harris, would be all but impossible to get. He knew that his options were slim.
Looking at his lightwash jeans, Isaac lamented the fact that he couldn’t have picked something darker to wear today. Or, you know, remembered to check the calendar. There was the possibility that if he changed into his lacrosse shorts, the red of them would hide it if he leaked, but there were still the other werewolves to think about, who would smell it on him. Usually when he was on he’d just spray some of his Axe into the crotch of his pants to hide the scent, and no one was any wiser.
At least there was that- He had a can of body spray in his gym locker, which he could get to before going to lunch. Maybe they’d notice that he’d reapplied it, but it wasn’t something so out of the ordinary that they’d comment on it. Jackson, maybe, but he was in London, and no longer here to be a douchebag.
He needed to act quickly if he wanted to get to class on time to spare him from the infamous detention session with Harris. Being here even longer with his current…predicament wasn’t ideal.
Wadding up some toilet paper into a makeshift pad, he began to tidy himself up, readjusting his clothing to be as comfortable as one could be with TP between their legs. He washed his hands before cupping them under the faucet for some water to take his Advil with. He barely managed to get his backpack back together and dart across the hall into his classroom before the bell rang.
“Mr. Lahey,” Mr. Harris singsonged in that way that made everyone’s skin crawl, “Please find your seat quickly. We have a lot to do today.”
Looking around, he saw that the only seat available was with Greenburg. While ordinarily something he’d lament, today it could only work to his advantage.
Right in front of them was Allison and Scott. And, much as he’d hate to have to explain it to her later, Allison would help. She could be discrete.
As Harris droned on about something (Isaac wasn’t really listening), he pulled out a sheet of paper and folded it into the size for a note. Usually, if he were going to pass notes, he’d write on the paper first, and then they’d have more room to converse. Not today. He needed Allison to see it quickly without drawing Scott’s attention. So, he waited until the last fold to write his message, and then wrote her name on the outside so she wouldn’t assume it was for Scott and pass it to him without looking at it.
After a few minutes, Scott ended up leaning across the aisle to talk to Stiles, and Isaac took his chance. He leaned forward and placed the note on the table beside Allison’s elbow.
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Allison took the note in hand before chancing a glance backwards. She knew that it was Isaac behind her, but he’d never passed her a note before, so she had to check.
His pleading glance was enough to make her return to the note to figure out what had him in distress.
Hey, Allison, do you have any tampons/pads to spare? I forgot I’d need them today.
Her eyes widened slightly as she read the note, as she hadn’t realized that Isaac was a woman. Or, born a woman. The shock didn’t last long as the memory of the horror she felt the day at her last school when she forgot her stuff, and didn’t have any friends to ask to borrow from came back to her. They didn’t even have dispensers in the ladies room there, and she was willing to bet that Isaac didn’t want to risk going into the ladies room here to buy one.
Slowly, she used her foot to push her purse backwards along to floor to him as she took her pencil to reply. She checked to make sure Scott was still looking away before reaching behind her to put the note back on his desk.
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Isaac unfolded the note, shielding it from Greenburg who tried to peak.
Inside zipper pocket. You can take them all. I don’t need them today.
He breathed a sigh of relief before using his foot to hook the strap of her purse and pull it up to a level he could grab it. Fortunately, Greenburg returned to staring off in the distance, and no one else was looking, so he slipped the three tampons he found in the purse into his jacket pocket before returning it gently to the floor beside Allison. He’d wait until this class was over (the toilet paper would hold out that long), absentmindedly thinking that he’d have to remember to thank her later.