I was sitting with Lydia in the cafeteria. Noise surrounded us, but per usual as of late, Lydia was going on about Aiden and how she didn't want to like him, but she couldn't help herself.
"I mean, have you seen him? He's pretty gorge."
I tore my eyes away from her to glance at Scott's table, but he was absent except for Stiles, Boyd, and Isaac. Stiles was dramatically speaking to Isaac while Boyd just sat there with a slightly amused grin on his face.
Looking at Isaac brought back the memory of me straddling his lap when I yanked him through my bedroom window. How he flipped out in the closet. How we stared at each other, how I felt around him. How he towered over me.
"Allison, what are you staring at? Lydia asked, upset that I wasn't listening to her.
Isaac met my gaze. I froze. When Stiles and Boyd looked back I blushed and turned away.
"I'm shocked that this is what's happening right now." Lydia said.
I looked at her. "What are you talking about?"
She didn't look convinced. "You know what I'm talking about." She flipped her strawberry blonde hair.
My phone buzzed, thank God! "It's from Scott." I muttered.
"Oh, how convenient."
I ignored her.
Scott: Tell Isaac that he can't stay here this weekend. My mom's freaking out because my aunt is coming over.
Me: Why can't you tell him?
Scott: He's not answering my texts.
I huffed.
Me: Okay, I'll tell him.
Scott: Sorry for putting you in the middle of this...Stiles isn't answering me either.
What did he mean by that? Did he suspect there was something between Isaac and I? Was there something between Isaac and I? Maybe my attraction to him go away. Maybe that fluttering in my stomach will go away.
"Allison." Lydia demanded. "Stop ignoring me, dammit!"
I choked out a laugh. "I'm sorry. I'll get it together, I promise."
She rolled her eyes, then checked her phone. "Aiden texted me."
Of course.
My eyes flickered back to Isaac, he was staring at me. I admit I liked it, but it sort of put me on edge. I raised my phone, then texted him.
Me: Meet me in the hallway. It's important.
Isaac: You leave first.
"Lydia, I have to go check on something before next period. I'll see you later."
She waved, still interested in her phone. "See ya."
I glanced at Isaac before heading toward the door. A thrill ran through me. This wasn't right, sneaking around in hallways with Isaac. We shouldn't even have to sneak around, but I didn't want any eyebrows raised at us. Better yet, he answered my text instantly, but ignored Scott's. Was he feeling some kind of guilt because he could tell that I liked him? Could he tell I liked him? Would he tell Scott? Wait, did I like like him or was it pure attraction?
Stressed out, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Isaac appeared seconds later. "Hey." he said with a neutral expression on his perfectly chiseled face. "What's up?" His earthy scent wrapped around me, similar to Scott's, only better. Maybe it was a Werewolf thing.
"Scott wanted me to tell you that..." I looked into his green eyes, my heart skipped a beat. I hoped he hadn't noticed. "That you can't stay at his house for the weekend. His aunt's in town and his mom doesn't want her near any of this."
He looked disappointed and sad. "Great. I'm homeless for the weekend."
"What about Derek? If you have no place to go, he can't refuse you."
He took a step back, he shook his head with a rueful smile. "Derek doesn't want me there anymore than I want to be there."
... "What about Stiles or Boyd?"
"Stiles has a no Werewolf except Scott policy. Boyd's dad is a hard ass, he'd never let me stay over. Plus I'm not really into abusive fathers anymore."
My heart jumped at the thought of Isaac locked in the freezer for hours on end, pleading to get out. "Boyd's dad hits him?
He nodded. "His stepdad hits him and his mom. Boyd kicked him out, but his mom told him to come back because they couldn't afford to pay the rent." He huffed and started down the hall. "I'll figure it out."
The thought of him sleeping in the woods or on the cold, hard street didn't suit well with me. "Wait," I called. He stopped, but didn't turn around as I met him. He was practically shivering when I stopped in front of him. He wouldn't look at me, but I saw the tears running down his face, which sparked something in me. A sob came from him. It wasn't even an after thought, I wrapped my arms around him trying to eradicate his sadness.
Why had Isaac been dealt a bad hand? Why did every guy I like have to be the one thing I was trained to kill?
His strong arms eventually embraced me, and I admit it felt nice, but the moment was all wrong.
"Hey, you don't have to be homeless." I looked up at him, he looked utterly helpless. "You're going to stay with me for the weekend."
He thought about it. "What about your dad? Won't he try and kill me?"
I cracked a small smile. "He knows that you're a good guy."
A tiny hint of a smile passed his lips, then he realized we were still holding each other and he pulled away. "You would do this for me?"
My lips pursed. I'd do a whole lot for him, I suddenly realized. "We're friends, sort of."
He laughed. It was the first time I've heard him laugh, which I seemed to like. "Barely acquaintances is more like it." He joked. At least, I think he was joking.
Okay, this is the end of Chapter 1. I just like to say I think Allison and Isaac definitely have potential(and for those of you who didn't know Daniel Sharman and Crystal Reed did date for a little while, so these two do look good together). I'm not quite understanding why people think it's okay to ship Scott and Lydia. I mean, that's his ex's best friend and his best friend's love interest. If Scydia happens I will shoot Scott with Allison's crossbow.