I do NOT own Teen Wolf.
Izzy's POV
"I have something I need to talk to you about," Jake said softly from the seat next to me. We had just dropped off all of the kids at school and were now making our way to the high school.
"Oh, that sounds ominous," I said with a chuckle.
"It's nothing serious," he mumbled.
"Then talk to me," I said getting annoyed.
"You know how the scrimmage to find out who makes first line is tonight right?" I nodded, "Well, there is a celebratory party at Lydia's afterwards and I was thinking that since I've been so good I could possibly go."
I snorted, "Jake, you have been good for less than 1 week, I don't think that means you deserve the right to go party with a bunch of idiots."
"Those idiots used to be your best friends," he pointed out.
"Used to is the key term there," I argued, "Stop getting off topic, the point is you haven't exactly proved your behavior is changing and I don't think a party is the best thing to happen right now."
"What if I promise not to drink?" he begged.
"And not get high?" I asked with a smirk, knowing it would be hard for him to promise.
He rolled his eyes, "Fine, I won't drink or get high."
"Then you can go," I said with a smirk.
"Thank you!" he exclaimed.
"Whatever," I said getting out of the car.
"You could come too, ya know," he said getting out as well.
"Yes and what about the three kids at home?" I asked sarcastically, walking to the doors.
"Have Max watch them," he suggested falling into step with me.
"Our house would be burned down and Lizzie would probably murder him," I argued, "Besides I don't want to go."
"Not even if a certain lacrosse player with a certain stupid name asked you?" he asked bumping his shoulder into mine.
"I don't know who you are talking about and this hypothetical person would never ask me to a party," I said softly.
"Come on, Iz. You can trick Max and Lizzie but you can't trick me. I see the way you look at him, the only other guy you ever looked at that way was - ," I cut him off.
"Was no one. I told you we don't speak of that, okay?" I hissed at him as I got to my locker.
"Fine, but just think about having fun at least once in your life," he shouted as he walked away from me towards his locker bay.
I got my English book out of my locker and then slammed it shut. I walked quickly to class. I grabbed the seat that I had been sitting in all week. The one behind Stiles. The one that sparked conversation between Stiles and I. To be honest, I didn't expect him to want to talk to me with Lydia sitting like two inches away but he seemed like he wanted to be friends with me or something. As I was thinking about how Stiles feels about Lydia, I looked up and saw Stiles and Scott walking in the door. I smiled at them.
"Good morning, Izzy," Scott said taking the seat diagonally in front of me.
"Good morning, Scott," I responded.
"Are you going to the scrimmage tonight?" Stiles asked sitting down and immediately turning around.
"Um, probably," I said nervously.
"What about the party?" Stiles asked with a smile.
"Oh, I can't go," I said looking at my desk.
"Why not?" Scott asked.
"Well I have to babysit and I wasn't exactly invited," I said still looking down.
"What if I was um, inviting you?" Stiles stuttered.
My head snapped up, "What?"
"You know, so you could go. We don't have to go together or anything," Stiles said with his eyes wide.
My heart plummeted to my stomach, "Right, well thanks but I still have to babysit since I gave Jake the night off."
"Oh, that sucks," Stiles said softly.
"Yeah," I said softly.
Just then the teacher walked in and began the lecture. I've never been more relieved to not have to talk to someone. I focused on my notes all hour. When the bell rang, I quickly gathered my things and ran to my next class, avoiding Stiles. I could still feel my heart in my stomach. Why would he ask me to go with him? I'm such an idiot.
Stiles' POV
There is literally no point in going to the party tonight. I don't want to sit there while everyone else hooks up with everyone else. I think I'll probably just stay home. But, now that Scott made first line, he is definitely going to want to go and party his ass off. Plus he got a date with the new girl. So even he will probably be hooking up with her. My life sucks ass.
"Hey Stiles," a sweet voice says from behind me. I whipped around and see Izzy walk up to me.
"Hey Izzy," I say with a smile.
"Did you make first line?" she asks with a smile.
"Unsurprisingly, no," I say with a snort.
"Well did you at least make the team?" she asks hopefully.
"Yep, I'm a bench warmer again," I say with a chuckle.
"Hey, someone has to do it," she says with a shrug.
"That's true I guess," I say with a smile.
"Well have fun at the party tonight, watch out for my brother, will ya?" she says with a worried smile.
"Sure," I say sadly.
"See you on Monday, Stiles," she says as she gets in her car.
"Yeah, see ya," I say even though she can't hear me.
I wish she were going to the party. At least then I would possibly have someone to talk to.
Izzy's POV
I was sitting on the couch with Max, watching some stupid Disney channel show. Lizzie and Charlie were asleep and had been for almost an hour. My phone started ringing, I looked at Max and he gave me a glare telling me to leave the room. I answered my phone without looking at the caller id.
"Hello?" I said walking into the kitchen.
"Izzy?" Stiles said back.
"Stiles? Why are you calling me?" I asked confused.
"Well, remember how I promised that I would look out for Jake?" he said softly.
"Yeah," I said getting worried.
"Well I was at the party and he wasn't drinking but then Scott got sick so I had to drive him home. I got back to the party like ten minutes ago and Jake is completely shitfaced," he said rapidly.
"I'll be there in five minutes," I said hanging up the phone.
I walked back into the living room and found Max unmoved from the couch, "I have to go get Jake. Will you be okay?"
"Yeah, I'll take care of Lizzie and Charlie if they wake up," he said not looking up.
"Okay, thanks Max," I said grabbing my purse and keys.
"No problem, I'm used to you having to run to Jake's rescue," he said bitterly.
I was taken aback by his tone of voice, "Max, you know I would do the same thing for you."
"I don't think you would," he mumbled.
I sighed and walked out the door. I got in my car and drove towards Lydia's. I ended up having to park at the end of the street due to all of the cars lining the driveway and street. I got out and headed towards her house. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Teenagers were everywhere. Standing with red cups, dancing, hooking up, some kids were building a beer can tower, and I couldn't see Jake anywhere. I walked further into the party looking for Jake or Stiles but I couldn't find either of them. I walked to the doors to the back porch and I felt a hand on my shoulder. Thinking it was Stiles or Jake, I turned around. Unfortunately, I came face to face with Jackson.
"Izzy, I'm glad you came," he said with a smirk, leaning closer.
"Have you seen my brother, Jackson?" I asked pushing his hand off my shoulder.
"Maybe he is upstairs, I'll look with you," he said with a wink.
"Jackson, stop," I said crossing my arms.
"Why? Don't you want to go relive this time last year? You know it was a year ago right?" he asked stepping closer.
"You mean the biggest mistake of my life? Yeah I know that it was a year ago," I said lying just to hold my ground.
"Don't you want to try it again? We were so good together," he said stepping even closer, putting his hand on my waist.
I tried to step away but his grip on my waist tightened, "Jackson, stop. You have a girlfriend and you're drunk."
"Both of those things might be true but it doesn't change how I feel about you," he said pulling me closer.
"Jackson! Stop!" I yelled trying to get away.
"Hey Jackass," I heard Jake yell.
Jackson turned his head to look at the boy who yelled at him, still not loosening his grip on me. "What do you want loser?"
"Let go of my sister," Jake said stepping forward.
"This loser is your brother?" he asked looking at me.
"He isn't a loser," I argued struggling out of his grip.
"Let her go," Jake said again.
Jackson let me go and practically threw me to Jake who passed me to someone else. I turned my head and saw Stiles holding my shoulders. I didn't want him to see this. I didn't want him, or anyone else for that matter, to know about me and Jackson.
"Jake, it isn't worth it. Let's go," I said going over to him, knowing he was going to try and fight Jackson.
"Iz, I have to. He just tried to hurt you," he said finally looking at me. I saw that his eyes were bloodshot.
"Yeah, and the only reason I am here is cause you are drunk. Otherwise none of this would have happened," I snapped at him.
He frowned, "How did you know?"
"Stiles called me. I told him to keep an eye on you and he did just that," I explained.
"Figures, any way that he can get in your pants he is going to try," Jake said with a snort.
"Please just don't fight him and I'll drive us home," I begged.
He sighed, "Fine."
"Thank you," I said walking towards the door.
"But first," Jake said and stepped towards Jackson. He swung his arm back and then connected it to Jackson's nose. Jackson fell down almost instantly. Jake walked towards the door and I followed him out. I was in the driveway walking towards the car when Stiles caught up to us.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he fell into step with me.
"I mean I probably have bruises on my hips but I'm fine," I said softly.
"You guys seem to bring a lot of trouble," he said with a snort.
"Jake has anger issues and I have a habit of making bad decisions," I explained.
"Was one of those bad decisions dating Jackson Whittemore?" he asked quietly.
"Honestly? I wish we dated. That would make me feel less like shit about what we actually were," I said with a snort.
"What were you?" he asked.
"I don't want you to judge me," I said softly.
"I would never," he said.
"Fine. It was at this party last year. My mom had died a week before. I was drunk, Jackson was there, I was practically in love with him. He and Lydia weren't dating yet. And, well, one thing led to another. We ended up having sex in Lydia's parents' bedroom. Then Lydia walked in. I didn't know she liked him and I was still drunk and I started crying and Jackson was a jackass and I regret everything about that night," I explained rapidly.
"Oh," was all Stiles said.
"You said you wouldn't judge," I said quietly as we approached the car.
"I'm not judging, just processing," he said slowly.
"Well it is a lot to process. I have to get home though. I left Max in charge and that can end badly," I said with a smile.
"Yeah, of course," he said looking up at me.
I hugged him, "Thank you for calling me about Jake."
He hugged me back, "Yeah, no problem."
I let go and stepped back, opening the car door, "I'll see you later?"
"Yeah, see ya later," he said scratching the back of his neck.
I got in the car and turned toward Jake. He was rubbing his eyes and had his head resting on the window. I started the car and headed towards our house.
"You're mad at me aren't you?" Jake asked softly.
"If you know why are you asking?" I snapped at him.
"I'm sorry okay? I got carried away. I made first line and I got really excited. The guys were trying to make me feel welcomed. I should have said no. I should have kept my promise to you. I'm sorry," he said looking at me.
"Thank you for apologizing but it doesn't change anything," I said softly pulling into the driveway.
"Please don't tell dad. I made a mistake but it won't happen again. I promise," Jake begged getting out of the car.
"I'm not going to tell him," I mumbled walking up the driveway.
"Thank you!" he exclaimed catching up to me.
"It's not cause I want to protect you. It's cause I don't want to talk to him," I explained opening the front door.
Standing the foyer was my father. He was in his suit and holding his briefcase which means he must have just gotten home before we did. He turned around to look at Jake and me and I knew that he was pissed.
"Where the hell were you two?" he asked stepping towards us.
"I had to go pick up Jake. I left Max in charge. I was only gone for 30 minutes," I explained walking past him.
"So you left my children in the care of a twelve year old to go pick up this delinquent from god only knows where. Is that correct?" he asked following me into the kitchen.
"Yep, that's correct. I went to pick up 'that delinquent' as you so nicely put it. He is your child too ya know. So am I. Or do you forget that since we aren't cute little kids in elementary school anymore?" I snapped putting my hands on my hips. Jake walked into the kitchen watching our argument.
"Excuse me young lady. You have no right to speak to me like that," he argued.
"And you have no right to be mad at her," Jake retorted stepping in between us.
"Jake, don't," I said putting my hand on his shoulder.
"She is here taking care of us while you go and work for three days straight. She stepped up to take mom's place when she died but she also took your place cause you can't handle your shit. You are never here so you have no right to talk to her like you know what is best for this family. She has been more of a parent than you have been in the past year so the fatherly advice is not needed," Jake yelled, getting in his face.
"Iz," a tiny voice said from behind our father. Charlie walked around my father and up to me. He held his arms up so I bent down to pick him up. He curled into my side and put his head in the crook of my neck.
My father watched this whole interaction and rolled his eyes. He huffed and turned around to walk upstairs without any further word. Jake turned to look at me, shook his head, then walked up the stairs.
I carried Charlie up the stairs and to his room. I tucked him into bed. He curled up under his blanket and immediately fell asleep. I walked down the hallway to my room. I threw myself on my bed and passed out for the rest of the night.
Stiles' POV
"So she had sex with Jackson?" Scott asked confused as we drove to school.
"Apparently," I sighed.
"Does this like change your opinion of her or something?" he asked.
"I don't know. I promised her that I wouldn't judge her but it's kind of hard to keep that promise when I saw how he acted around her last night," I explained.
"Maybe he thought it meant more than she did. Or he was just being a jackass like he always is," Scott suggested.
I shrugged, "Or he is in love with her and I will never be able to compete with that."
"You have one thing that he doesn't," Scott said with a smirk as we pulled into the parking lot of the school.
"What? A shitty blue Jeep?" I said getting out of the car.
"A best friend who is a werewolf," he exclaimed falling into step beside me.
"How is that supposed to help in this situation?" I asked, annoyed.
"There she is," he said pointing to her, "You go over and talk to her about last night. I'll stand next to you and listen to her heartbeat. Casually ask her about Jackson and we will know if she is telling the truth or not."
"Fine," I said walking over to Izzy.
"Hey Stiles," she said smiling, "Scott."
"Hey Izzy," we both said.
"How was the rest of your night?" she asked.
"Pretty boring, I left after you did," I explained.
"Oh, yeah I must have taken the excitement with me," she said sarcastically.
I laughed, "Yeah I have a question for you about that."
"Oh god, what?" she asked with a small smile.
"Well remember how last night you told me about you and Jackson?" I asked scratching the back of my neck.
She looked a Scott wearily, "Um, obviously."
"Right, um, do you like still have feelings for him?" I asked turning red.
She blushed, "No, that ship has sailed. Why?"
I looked at Scott and he nodded, which I assumed meant she didn't lie, "I was just wondering cause you know he kind of sucked last night and if you still had feelings for him or something I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Um, I'm fine. But thanks for asking I guess," she said confused.
That went better than planned but I have a feeling that she didn't believe me. We walked into school making small talk. I'm not saying that last night was a good thing with all of the Jackson drama but I'm not saying it was a bad thing either. At least now Izzy knows she can trust me,
