Okay, what the hell is this? Scott's seen Allison and Isaac touch each other eleven times already. Eleven times! You'd think they were dating, the way they were flirting up there. Scott sat in the back of the classroom, watching the two with disdain very evident in his eyes. It's not that he didn't like Isaac, of course he did, but not when the other male was making moves on Allison like this. That was his girl. Okay, not really, but still. Didn't he still have some kind of claim on her? Why would she-

"Scott? Are you okay?" Kira spoke from beside him, cutting off his thoughts. "You've been staring into space for, like, ten minutes."

Scott shook his head quickly, "Oh, sorry about that. I'm good."

Kira gave him a knowing look after following his line of sight, "Oh really? Because you've been staring at Allison and Isaac like you're ready to chop both of them in the throat."

Scott let out a light laugh, "No, really, I'm okay. Do they have to keep touching each other, though?" Suddenly, an idea sparked in the male's mind.
"Kira, if I asked you to help me make certain someone jealous, would you?"

The female smirked, "Well, I am a fox, McCall. Of course I'd want to take part in this."

For the rest of the class period, the two discussed tactics and plans as if they were going to war, and when the bell rang, Kira and Scott were the first ones out of their seats. They waited until Allison and Isaac had exited the classroom and gotten a good look at the pair before rushing to a supply closet, giving off the impression that something was going down in there.

Isaac turned to Allison, "Did you see that, too?"

The huntress nodded, her expression reflecting confusion. "I didn't know they were dating.. Scott would've told one of us, right?"

The tall werewolf shrugged, "Maybe they're just talking?" Isaac looked up as the bell rang, signaling lunch period. "C'mon, I'm sure Lydia's waiting for you."

Fifteen minutes later, Scott and Kira entered the cafeteria, and the matching grins adorning their features indicated that they, in fact, had not been 'just talking'. Allison was quiet the rest of the lunch period, analyzing the two with the smell of jealousy rolling off of her in waves, only noticed by the two werewolves at the table.

If you sneezed during this chapter, bless you. However, if you sneezed before reading this chapter, you should know that my blessing only extends to those who sneezed while reading this.