"Isaac!" the boy being called looked in the direction of the voice, distracting him from the lacrosse ball coming towards his head. If he was any other player-besides Scott, Boyd, and Jackson-than he would have gotten a concussion. But with the eye roll Erika gave him and the sound rushing towards his ear, Isaac leaned back and caught the ball with ease. Coach was beyond impressed, freaking out actually, while the other players scowled with envy.

"How the hell did he do that? That was in possible! What in the world are you...how the...Fu-grr!" Coach threw his clipboard down, arguing with himself. Isaac shrugged it off, dropped the ball to the ground and meet Erika by the bleachers.

"Show off," she crossed her arms over her chest, "You couldn't have just let it knock the rest of your brains out? Derek will kill you for that,"

"Hey, you're the one that distracted me," Isaac pointed out. With that subject back on track, he frowned with concern. Erika never attends lacrosse practice. On days that the boys have it, and training, she waits by Boyd's car in the parking lot. She claims she doesn't want to smell of sweaty boys on her a minute longer than she already will after training. Isaac knows it's really because she doesn't want to see her pack-mates getting hurt more. "What's up?"

"Did Scott arrive yet?" Erika asks, scanning the team over Isaac's shoulder. She can't sense Scott yet, but no one knows it better than Isaac; though he'll never admit it. Isaac shook his head and Erika grinned, "Good. Allison will be here any minute so we gotta talk fast," Isaac raised a questioning eyebrow. "After practice, Allison has to take the new-bitch shopping at the mall. Lydia is tagging along and I'm going to crash the party,"

"Why?"
"We have to talk down Stilinski to her," Erika explained. "We need them to break up."

"Again...why?" Isaac hates all this girl-drama Erika drags him into. They aren't even dating anymore and she still bothers him with this crap, "Stiles seems...happy."

"He seems more nauseating than normal," Erika rolled her eyes. "That's not the point. The point is, Stiles will be hanging out with Scott while we're gone. You need to go with,"

"To the mall?" Isaac's eyes widened. "I don't want to go to some stupid mall with you girls."

"Not the mall, you dumb ass," she growled. "You really are an idiot. You have to go with Stiles and Scott."

"I'd rather go shopping," Isaac admitted, averting his eyes to the ground.
"You can brood about your undying love for McCall later. This is important, Isaac!" Erika grabbed him by his uniform and tugged so she can threaten him in his face, "You will go do whatever idiotic thing those boys are doing or I'll feed you to Jackson for breakfast."

"Why can't Boyd go?" Isaac whined like a child.
"Boyd could care less about this. This if for your benefit too, pretty boy."

"How?"
"Because if this day goes right, Stiles will realize what a witch what's her face is and how in love he really is with Allison, and Allison and Scott will split making Scott all available for you," Erika smirked. She expected Isaac to fall for it, but he rolled his eyes. "Come on, Isaac, I'm desperate here!"

"How will my going with the guys help? and why do you even care?"
"Because Stiles is making me want to vomit with that thing attached to his face and everyone is with the wrong ass person! Well, except for me." she shrugged. "and you need to go hang out with them because Scott's too nice not to invite you to the movie later and then you can distract him while Allison distracts Stiles from Cassie."

"Get Jackson to do it!"
"Not happening, Lahey," they heard in their ear. Isaac glared over his shoulder at the boy in the center of the field. Jackson glared back through his helmet. "I almost got pulled into this mess and got out of it; besides, I don't have the hots for Scott."

"I do not!" Isaac hissed.
"Do too." Boyd added.

"I love this," Erika clapped, "It's like having a four-way call in my head." they heard Jackson scuff and Boyd smile before it was just the two of them again. "Do this for the greater good, Superman!"

"So now I'm superman?" Isaac asked, amused at the nickname.
"You've got the swirl goin' on," Erika motioned towards his hair. Isaac shrugged, "So you'll do it?"

"Yeah fine. Just don't let Derek find out."
"Do I look stupid? I don't have a death wish."


Ten minutes later, Allison arrived to the field with Lydia by her side and Cassie following behind. They went up the bleachers and sat in the middle, Allison between them. Right away her eyes fell on '24' being tackled to the ground. While her and Lydia cringed, Cassie didn't even blink. Allison wonders if she even knew that was Stiles. Luckily, he was only pinned down for a second before Scott and Isaac helped him up. Jackson even clapped Stiles on the back when he passed. Ever since Jackson joined the pack, he's been a better team-member, making the team better. The guys are winning more now than usual. Plus, it's nice seeing Jackson just be a better guy.

"Look at you, baby," Lydia grinned in his direction. Jackson turned his head to look at them; Lydia winked and Allison waved. "Lookin' out for you little brother." she teased with a coo. They saw Jackson shake his head and swat the air. The two girls laughed and watched him go back to practice. Cassie frowned at them.

"Who are you talking to?" She asked Lydia. The strawberry blonde frowned; she forgot for a second that Cassie doesn't know Jackson can hear them.

"Jackson," Lydia answered, making Allison squeak. Lydia tried not to roll her eyes; she's not an idiot, she knows she can't tell Cassie the truth. Not that she'd want to. This girl has got to go. "Well, about Jackson. It's not like he can hear us," yes, it was stupid, but Cassie shrugged and continued to watch the field. Allison sighed with relief while Lydia smirked. "Are you sure she's in A.P?" she whispered to her best friend.

"Be nice," Allison said back. "So, Cassie, it's okay if Lydia tags along with shopping right?"
"Oh," Cassie seemed taken back by this for a second before smiling, "Yeah. That's fine by me."

"Allison is hopeless without me," Lydia grinned. It was true, just not about shopping. Allison rolled her eyes. She was about to continue the 'friendly' conversation when she caught someone's eyes on her. It came from the other side of the field, beside the bleachers.

"Derek," Allison whispered to Lydia. Lydia didn't have to look to know he was there; she just nodded, silently agreeing to distract Cassie while Allison slips away to talk to him. She's around the field in a minute. "What are you doing here?"

"I hear your taking my pack for the day," Derek said with his hands in his jacket pocket. Allison's eyes widened.
"Who told you that?"

"No one told me," Derek huffed, "I was back there, watching like always," Derek nodded towards the woods behind the bleachers. Allison rolled her eyes but nodded; of course Derek keeps watch of his pack during practice. "Erika was convincing Isaac to hang out with Stiles and Scott while you took Erika and Lydia."

"Wait, Isaac is going now?" Allison looked onto the field. '14,' didn't seem to notice the conversation; either that or he was trying not to seem like he heard, in fear of both Derek and Allison beating him to a pulp. "Oh, that's...good to know."

"That leaves me with two werewolves, Allison," Derek reminded her. "What am I supposed to do with two werewolves? The Alphas are in town, do you not remember?"

"No, I remember," Allison sighed. "I'm sorry. I just...really need them to hang out with us tonight. If it helps, you can watch over us."

"What am I? Your baby sitter?" Derek frowned. He was about to just walk away when Allison gave him her big brown puppy dog eyes, "Don't do that."

"Do what?"
"That!" he waved his finger at her nose, making her break focus and step back. "You can't puppy-eye me. I get it enough from Scott and Zac." Knowing Derek would deny it and probably break her arm, Allison didn't comment on the fact that he called Isaac 'Zac.' but she did smile. It was cute knowing how much he cared, especially about him.

"Please, Derek?" the alpha seemed to think about it for a while. He looked onto the fielding, counting which members were his. When they were all behaving normally, unlike Isaac's little stunt-he's going to pay for that later-he sighed. That's all Allison needed for a 'yes.' Unable to help it, she threw her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you!"

"Okay, let go," Derek just stood there. Allison held him tighter, "Seriously, let go of me...Allison...Allie!" Allison giggled and let him go.

"I just wanted to hear you call me that...and see you get all red," she laughed at his face. Pure embarrassment.
"Don't let that happen again."

"'Ye-ye Cap'n," she patted his shoulder and walked back to the bleachers. He disappeared by the time she looked back. "We have no problems for tonight," Allison informed Lydia when she frowned.

"Good," Lydia nodded.
"Who was that?" both girl's eyes widened with shock. Cassie didn't know who Derek was?

"How could you be dating Stilinski and not know that?" Lydia gaped. "He's practically Derek's puppy." Cassie just shrugged innocently and Lydia started to explain Derek as human has possible. While that happened, Allison's phone buzzed. It was Derek.

'I want them back no later than 2. I mean it, Allie. 2 by the dote.' Allison smiled at the message.
'You aren't sticking around all night?'

'Like I want to be involved in your teen drama any longer than normal...I don't like that girl.'
'no one does.'

Allison slipped her phone into her pocket right when someone called out for Cassie. It didn't take a genius to know who it was. Allison rolled her eyes when Cassie sprinted down the bleachers and met Stiles below. They talked for a bit, sitting on the bench. Cassie rubbed her hand over his shaved head, probably teasing him for the sweat. Allison felt like vomiting. Her stomach hurt watching them. "So that's why you're jealous," Jackson's voice made Allison jump. He was right behind her, with his hands on her arms. He chuckled at her heart racing and sat beside her where Lydia should be.

"How did you sneak up on me like that?"
"Human," he pointed at her. "Werewolf."

"Ass-hole," she corrected with her finger in his direction. Jackson rolled his eyes, "and what are you talking about?"

"Stilinski," Jackson nodded towards the boy below them. "He's got a new girl...well, there would have to be an old one for there to be a new one," Jackson corrected himself before she could. "You're not used to him getting attention."

"Shouldn't you be kicking someone's ass down there?"
"All yours," Jackson shook his head. "Practice is over."

"Oh," Allison frowned. She didn't even notice. "Where's Lydia?"

"Talking to Scott," Jackson nodded towards the pair on the field. "So here's the deal. You and Lydia are taking Cassie to the mall; Erika is going to bump into you. Isaac is going to go do whatever the hell Scott and Stiles is doing with them and then we are all meeting up at the movie theater."

"We?" Allison sat up straighter. When Jackson rolled her eyes, she smiled, "I thought you 'had plans'?"
"Turns out Danny's got a new boyfriend," Jackson shrugged. "So I'm free."

"Uh, huh," Allison chuckled. She wrapped her arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder, "Thank you."
"Your welcome."