His heart was thumping, going a mile a minute. He didn't understand how this happened without him noticing. It kept coming back at him..

-Earlier that day-

Scott was looking for Isaac, the male told him he'd find a way to get out of detention. As he rounded the corner, he thought he heard a noise from the supply closet. He decided to investigate, because these days, nothing is an accident anymore. When he walked closer, he could've sworn he heard..moaning? Normally, he would've turned around and minded his business, but..it sounded familiar. Very familiar. "Isaac," a voice whispered out, and Scott started toward the door. He was walking, which quickly turned into a jog, and that turned into an all-out sprint. The male faltered when he saw the vending machine in front of the door, but quickly sent it skidding away. He just about ripped the door open, and stopped cold when he saw who was in there.

Isaac. Isaac-freaking-Lahey and Allison. Scott shook his head as he tried to understand it. Didn't Isaac hate Allison?

To make it worse, Isaac mumbled a small 'sorry, man' and Allison just stared, wide-eyed, at Scott. Scott backed away, and just flat out ran. He ran away, and that was something he wouldn't like to admit to anyone.

Tears swam in his eyes as the memory came back to him, but he blinked them away. He wasn't going to cry over a girl that wasn't even really his at the moment. It's just..he thought she'd wait for him, too..? To add salt to the wound, she'd made out with Isaac. Isaac, who'd told Scott to forget about Allison completely. Now he knew why. Stiles wasn't answering his phone, and Scott had never felt so torn between emotions in his life. He wanted to kill Isaac, but he knew he couldn't. At the same time, he wanted to hurt Allison, but he quickly shoved that thought away.

He found himself pacing the floor, his mind racing, and suddenly he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to drown his thoughts, to keep them from returning. He went downstairs and opened his mother's liquor cabinet, taking out a bottle of..he wasn't even sure what it was, but as long as it was alcohol, he was fine with it.

That night, he consumed the entire bottle and collapsed onto his bed, ignoring the fact that Allison was calling again, and drifted off into unconsciousness.