Hey guys! Here the second chapter to Lone Wolf! again didn't get much chance to edit so if it's terrible forgive me! But try take a look anways! I really love Allison and Isaac together. The next chapter shall be going back to how they met.

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Liar, Liar!

I could feel the coolness of the desk through the sleeves of my top. There was a chill in the air and I was unsure whether it was the weather, or the cold shoulder Isaac was given me.

Closing my eyes for a split second, I pause, inhale and breathe in the rustling of the autumn leaves outside. When I open them Mr Harris is sauntering into the room, his eyes on his phone. His places his suitcase careless on the counter top, and turns his attention back to his phone again.

There's a loud sigh from the desk in front. Isaac leans back in the bench sighing again and runs a uneasy hand through his curly locks. Subconsciously I mirror his actions, and run a hand through my hair. Desperately trying to clear the muddled thoughts that bounced around in my head throughout the last three periods.

"I don't know what happened out in the car park today. Nor do I particularly care for that matter. You done the crime now you must do the time. Which to be precise is another 56 minutes of glorious fun," Mr Harris sneers, laying his phone on the counter.

"As for you Donner and Marin, if i catch ye two smoking at the back of the school one more time! I mean seriously? How many times has it been! Smoke your cancer sticks off campus please!" Mr Harris voice rants on for another minute or two before the real apprehension sets in.

"Now, Lahey, Argent! Since ye two had so much fun causing mayhem in the car park today, ye can go restock the janitors closet while Patrice is enjoying his week off in the Bahamas!" Mr Harris says. There a screeching noise as Isaac throws his bench back and practically sprints up to the front of the class.

"Mr Harris please, Does it have to be with her?" Isaac demands in an undertone. Lamentably I overhear.

"Now that I know you don't want to be with Miss Argent it makes this all the more amusing to me. Yes. It has to be with her Mr Lahey!"

Isaac exhales, grabbing his phone and evades Mr Harris watchful eye and disappears out into the hallway. I slide my books into my bag and slip out after him.

The hallway is bare, besides a student or two grabbing last minute book out of their locker. They quickly dissolve leaving only Isaac and I in the hallway. His shoulders are hunched and his head stoops low as he shuffles noisily down the corridor.

"Isaac!" I call, my voice trembling distinctively. I know he has heard me but he doesn't stop. In fact his stride hastens.

"Isaac stop!" I cry again. I think he must sense the agitation in my voice because he stops to my disbelief. Sliding around on his right leg only 90 degrees so his body is still at a turn from me. Ready to go if the moment should come.

"Isa-"

"Allison stop." He starts with a long drawn out sigh.

"Okay! Just stop. I'm done. Whatever you thought was going to happen here is over. We made a mistake. Simple as! Now lets just leave it before we get in too far over our heads. It's over okay. Lets just let it be." Isaac says. His voice hard and even, eyes boring deeply into mine.

"Do you not think I know what you're doing? Mr lonesome. I wanna be by myself the whole time. You can drop the act Isaac because I know you and I know when you're lying. And you're lying now!" I yell, an unexpected rage building inside me. His eyes drop from mine with a roll and find a spot to stare at on the wall.

"I know you're lying!" I push again.

"I kno-"

"No you don't know anything Allison. You don't know I'm lying at all. Only I can tell for sure if anyone is lying. And your heartbeat I could distinguish in a room full of people. All it takes is a slight jump. A tremble. A jitter. A pause and you're mine. Is that what you want me to do huh?" He throws his arms out in questioning. Moving a step closer. His teeth clench and I hesitate, clutching the strap of my book bag.

"Do you want me to start asking question? Questions you don't want to answer that in fact you don't even have to answer for me to know if youre telling the truth or not. Huh? is this how you want to do things?" His arms drop back down to his side. He runs another shakey hand through his hair. It sticks upwards after but he doesn't notice.

"Go back to Scott, Allison. It's whats best. He loves you underneath all his cuntish charm. He'll take care of you okay. Or better yet move schools!" He yells louder this time. The tone of his voice suggests he's getting worked up.

"Wha-"

"Yeah. just leave Beacon Hills and don't come back. You're not safe here. You're not safe at home and you're certainly not safe with me. I'm better off by myself Allison, and so are you. You're a smart girl, you'll get over this all quickly," He shrugs his shoulders and swings back around getting ready to take off again.

I pause, my mouth hanging slightly a jar. All the saliva in my mouth has suddenly evaporate. My throat is dry. It hurts.

"and what about you? Will you get over this quickly huh? Will you just forget me and everything between us the second you turn to walk away?" My voice is hoarse. A ball of emotion bobs high in my throat, fighting to escape and release all I'm trying to hide.

His eyes find the spot in the wall again. There is a pause. But it's so slight I don't know for sure if I imagined it or not.

"It's already forgotten. I suggest you mirror my example." He turns to saunter off again.

I begin to clap. Slow at first, then building into a crescendo. He cocks an eyebrow.

"Bravo Isaac. Bravo. You really can give an Oscar winning performance Maybe werewolf isn't your only calling," I laugh sarcastically.

"But if you expect me to believe any of the bullshit that just came out of your mouth then I'm a little insulted." I say.

"Allison liste-"

"No you listen Isaac! You maybe able to hear my heartbeat and know when I'm lying but I don't need to be able to hear yours. I know a liar when I see one!" I resort bitterly.

Isaac's head hangs low and his eyes find that spot in the wall and he doesn't respond as I stride past him in frustration.