A/N: I have had a few reviews saying that this is yet another story "bashing" Scott. I don't mean it to be. This story will not have Scott as a villain of any sort, whether that be to his friends or to Isaac and Allison's relationship. I don't believe that Scott would purposefully ruin Allison's happiness, even if that happiness is created with Isaac, as his character on the show seems much to mature and noble for that. They also said that Scott would be getting a new love interest soon, so it wouldn't matter if Isaac and Allison dated. I appreciate the reviews and warn those who don't like Isaac and Allison as a couple to please PLEASE stay away from this story.

Chapter 1

"Do you think I should talk to him?" Allison asked. Lydia, too busy staring at the newest arrivals to Beacon Hills High School, didn't answer.

"Lydia!"

"Hm…" she murmured, not bothering to take her eyes off of the admittedly gorgeous twins standing at the end of the hall. Allison tapped her shoulder, breaking Lydia's admiration of new male meat.

"Fine. What?" Lydia's tone bordered the line between insulting and annoyed.

"I asked you if you thought I should try and talk to Scott. I mean, it is a new year."

Lydia rolled her eyes, flicking a piece of hair off her forehead, obviously bored with the topic of Scott McCall, Allison's ex-boyfriend.

"Are you really still obsessing over him? What would you even talk about? There are so many other boys. Many better boys than Scott McCall." Her eyes drifted back to the twins.

Ever since Lydia and Jackson, her own ex-boyfriend and co-captain of the lacrosse team, had dumped her and moved to London, she had been searching for a replacement male distraction. Allison knew she would never admit it, but Lydia missed Jackson.

"I'll take that as a no then," Allison muttered as she picked up her lunch and threw its remains in the trash. Lydia stayed at the table, mooning over the slightly bigger twin.

Allison missed Scott. The other captain of the lacrosse team, Scott had been one of the first to welcome her to Beacon Hills High after she moved from San Francisco. It had been love at first sight, his chocolate brown eyes, lush black hair, and slightly uneven jaw drawing her in. He had broken up with her a few months ago when her parents had found out about them and demanded that she stay away from Scott.

They said he would get her into trouble, dragging her into a world that would destroy her. Her mother had tried to convince Allison that Scott would only break her heart in the end, doing her best to separate the young couple.

In the end, her mother had been killed, driving Allison into a downward spiral that had caused the eventual separation between her and Scott. At first, they had secret messages and meetings, avoiding the ever prying eyes of her grandfather Gerard Argent, principal of Beacon Hills at the time.

When her grandfather had turned on Scott and his friends, attempting to kill them all in a misguided plan to become immortal, Allison and Scott had changed. They were no longer the young teenagers who had fallen in love at first sight; they were hardened by battle, emotionally closed off and pursuing different goals.

There were times when she was glad that they were no longer together, but on days like today, she felt completely alone and Scott had never allowed her to feel alone. If only she could replace that as easily as Lydia had replaced Jackson's physical duties.

Thankfully the rest of the day flew by, her periods filled with homework and upcoming tests. With the day done, she could go home and escape into her room, hiding from her father who was desperately trying to make up for her mother's death.

"See you tomorrow, Lydia. I've got a lot of homework tonight," Allison carefully told Lydia.

"Have fun. Don't get too carried away." Lydia's far away tone, and vaguely relevant comments led Allison to believe that she was plotting of ways to catch the attention of a certain muscular twin.

"I'll text you later. Maybe we can go out to dinner tomorrow," Allison said.

Lydia perked up at that. "Maybe we can invite the twins! Well, at least the straight one," she giggled, her eyes dancing.

"Good luck with that," Allison joked, hugging Lydia before heading to her car. Despite her many flaws, and sometimes rude personality, Lydia was a sweet and caring friend.

Allison was on her way home, the sound of The Lord of the Rings soundtrack blasting through the car, when she spotted a lone figure on the side of the road. It was the beginning of September, the weather still reasonably warm, but not exactly walking weather.

As she got closer, she realized that it was Isaac Lahey, a friend of Scott's and a fellow lacrosse player. Tall and curly haired with sparkling turquoise eyes, Isaac was one of the wounded soul types, usually keeping to himself unless Stiles or Scott spoke to him.

Last year he had been arrested for the murder of his father, but all charges had been dropped. It had been discovered that his father beat him heavily, locking him in a freezer for the most trivial of things. Throwing a glass cup that had cut his face had been the last straw for Isaac, who had run away.

Derek Hale, the town mystery and alpha of a werewolf pack, had taken him in, accepting him as part of his pack. That is until Derek felt he let Isaac down and kicked him out. Isaac hadn't said what had happened exactly, but what she could gather from Scott the last time they had spoken, Derek had acted in a manner reminiscent of his father's.

Allison slowed the car and rolled down her window.

"Isaac!"

His head jerked up, curls bouncing, his eyes barely meeting her gaze. "Oh. Hi, Allison."

"Would you like a ride? I don't mind taking you home."

He paused. "Are you sure it's not a problem?"

She knew that his father hadn't let him have a car, and Derek had always driven him around.

"No problem at all," she assured him. "It will save me from having to go home so early."

She had heard somewhere that if the person felt like they were helping you, they were more likely to accept your offer of help. Allison only hoped that it would work for Isaac. It couldn't be good for him to be walking home all alone after being kicked out by his alpha.

He stared ahead of him, debating whether or not to accept her offer. As soon as he sighed, she knew she had won.

Isaac folded his large frame into her small car, shutting the door and holding onto it as if his life depended on it.

The car ride continued in silence, Isaac reluctant to start a conversation with the girl who had stabbed and tried to kill him multiple times. She couldn't blame him. If Derek Hale had pulled up next to her and offered her a ride home, she would have told him to go to hell.

"Did I say I was sorry for trying to kill you?"

Allison could feel his shocked eyes boring into her skull, but she didn't dare look at him.

"No, I don't believe you did."

"Well, I am sorry. I believed it was right at the time."

"You don't believe that anymore?"

This time she looked straight into his eyes. "No. No I don't."

He nodded and looked away, relaxing into the seat. "I didn't think that I would ever be getting a ride home from Allison Argent, werewolf hunter."

"Not a hunter anymore. Just Allison Argent."

"Sorry about that."

She sighed. "It's all right. Hunting just makes me think of my mom, and thinking of my mom makes me sad. A new year shouldn't start off being sad, should it?"

It took a moment for him to respond. "No it shouldn't."

The rest of the car ride passed in companionable silence, Isaac occasionally giving Allison directions. She was so deep in thought, thinking about Isaac and his father, Scott and their relationship, that she didn't realize that Isaac had directed her to Scott's house.

"You're staying with Scott?" she asked him incredulously.

"Yes. Derek kicked me out and Scott offered to take me in. I had nowhere else to go."

She could hear the deep sadness in his voice, the heartbreak that must have come at that realization.

"You can always come to my apartment if you need anything," she told him impulsively, shocked as he was by her words.

He nodded after a moment's hesitation. "Thanks."

He was about to close the door when he stuck his head back in. "Would you like to go to dinner on Friday?"

"Um, I guess?" she winced at her uncertainty.

Isaac only smiled. "I would buy in return for the ride home."

Allison hadn't gone out to dinner with anyone except Lydia since breaking up with Scott. Maybe this would be good for her.

"I would love to," she told Isaac, witnessing the relief shine in his eyes. A full smile played across his lips, rewarding her with a rare glimpse at the real Isaac Lahey.

"I'll pick you up at five," he chuckled as he closed the door and walked into Scott's house.

Just what she had gotten herself into, and how it would turn out, Allison didn't know, but she couldn't wait to see what Friday night would hold.