Greasy, sweaty, stinky, and grimy. That would be how Isaac will describe himself at the moment as he ran around the shop, sporting smudges of motor oil not only on his face but all over his body. His shift has been busy for today, as it always was. He has met new cars, and encountered a few repeaters through his time at work. Some had broken pieces to mend, while some had improvements to make. All in all, his plate was full of cars, as expected.

His job as an auto mechanic is not that different to being a vet's assistant. Both jobs require you to get dirty, to get your hands in tight spaces, to lubricate rough engines, to sweep animal feces, to mop urine (or worse blood), but getting dirty never stopped Isaac in enjoying his jobs. Well how could you not enjoy helping people in their everyday lives? Yes he treats animals and repairs cars, but behind every pet, every vehicle that he has to work with, are people who spend money and take time out of their personal lives to ask for help. And Isaac is no more than glad to be of service. And, he is more than happy to serve this new customer who just entered the shop.

"Hey, I think my worn out clutch and tires need replacing. Uhh…Isaac." The customer said while looking at Isaac's almost incomprehensible nametag that has been swimming from all kinds of substances.

"Okay." Isaac replied. He took some time to examine the extent of the damage time and use has inflicted on the motorcycle. After carefully inspecting the afflicted parts, he came to the conclusion that they do need urgent replacing.

"Wow. You're lucky to get here alive on this thing. You're an accident waiting to happen." Isaac said as he shook his head in disapproval. First things first, you have to be responsible for your own life.

"Nah. I can take any beating from any accident." The customer boastfully said, his smug says it all.

"Well you probably could, but the normal people that you will involve cannot." That's the second thing Isaac disapproves of, endangering other people's lives because of your recklessness. He cannot help but look at his customer disappointingly.

"Ehhh…Sorry I've just been busy and forgot to have my annual check up." The customer remorsefully said.

"Fine. Just always check up on it." Isaac said as he went to the back room to get some matching parts needed for the motorcycle. When he came back, the customer was tapping mindlessly on his phone.

"Got somewhere to go?" Isaac asked, he needed to know if he should hurry up or something.

"Well kinda. It's still for later. So no rush." The customer replied.

"With Kira?" Isaac asked. He basically dropped everything, the tools and parts he was carrying on floor beside the motorcycle. If it will be to someone else, his question and action might sound a little resentful.

"Yeah." The customer responded while looking down, doesn't understand why he feels a little ashamed.

"Fair enough." Isaac said, trying to sound indifferent, as he proceeded to work on the motorcycle and his thoughts.

The time Isaac was working on the bike was spent in silence. Besides from trying to remember and figure out what goes where, for some reason, he couldn't get the thought of his customer's presumed date with Kira out of his head. Well for starters, this will be their nth date in just this week. If Isaac didn't know better, the number of dates in just this week could probably outnumber the number of days in a week. And the week is not even ending today. How much time do you have to spend with someone before you could say that you're in a relationship with him/her? In Isaac's mind, he's just frustrated because no matter how much he and his friends insinuate the relationship, the two parties involved continuously deny. As to why he is frustrated, it's just that he feels like he's being lied to. It feels bad to be kept out of the circle, even if you're only two in it. That's how Isaac feels even if he has no right to.

And it's not only because of that. Ever since the two went on their dating spree, a lot of things have changed when it comes to pack hang outs. Most of the time the two are not present in their gatherings because they're spending time with each other. They have every right to do so but they should also think about the pack, after all they both belong to it. Isaac can condone when he's forced to commute or ride with someone else, when he eats or studies alone, or when he watches TV all by himself, for the happiness of his friend. But he can't accept when they as a group are overlooked for the sake of their relationship's convenience. If that can't be helped, the least that they can do is come clean and admit what's going on between them, so Isaac can move on.

"I'm almost done. You can just go pay at the counter." Isaac told his client. He said that as if his customer wasn't his friend, like he was just one of those everyday people that go to the shop. He is still deep in his thoughts.

"Okay." That was all the costumer could say. It didn't escape him the manner at which Isaac said that to him. Maybe, just maybe, Isaac is just focused at his work. Perhaps, Isaac just had a long day. So he went on to the other side of the shop to settle his account.

As the bill was being paid, Isaac reached for the keys and turned on the bike. He revved it up like there's no tomorrow, acting on his frustration. He doesn't quite understand what to feel, or rather he knows what he feels but is afraid that what he feels is not valid. If there is one thing that he's sure that he feels right now, it's that he is totally acting unprofessionally towards a customer. Thank god the manager is not seeing him right now. As soon as he saw his client, he slowly let the bike run on its own as to not raise any suspicion, though he doubts if that escaped his client's senses.

"Here you go. It's all good." Isaac presented the newly fixed bike to its owner with a tap on its chair, a chair that he once frequently sat on but is reserved for another one now. "Make sure to drive safe." He added, trying his best to put up a smile.

The client on the other hand doesn't know how to respond. Something's obviously up with his favourite mechanic. No one can lie to him and get away with it. That's the rule of being a bona fide alpha.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked Isaac, holding him by the arm, trying to figure out what's wrong.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. Just had quite a tiring day I guess." Isaac replied, wiping off the sweat of his forehead, still trying to put up a smile. Well this time the smile was easier to put up with the question of concern and the warmth of touch. But still, a lie is a lie. He isn't tired physically. No meager human job can wear him down. However, you can still get tired emotionally. As Isaac thought of that he kicked himself on the inside for over thinking about this. In fact, it's nowhere near his business to meddle with this. He deserves no explanations whatsoever.

"Okay…I'll go ahead. Thanks Isaac. See you tomorrow." He wants to believe that Isaac is okay. He guessed that he could just talk to him tomorrow, or some other time.

"Sure. Bye Scott." Isaac replied, sounding a little sad on that statement. After Scott left, he shrugged off all of his thoughts and went back to work.


The pack was gathered at the cafeteria for lunch, minus Scott and Kira. As to where they were, the pack could only hypothesize. Isaac, Stiles, and Danny sat on one side of the table, while Lydia and Malia sat on opposite side. In front of them were unappealing cafeteria food, waiting to be eaten. The only problem is, as part of the whole new 'pack is family' thing, they all agreed to eat their lunch at the same time together, because the family that eats together stays together. Kinda a bit over the top and cliche but it does give them a strong sense of camaraderie. So as they waited, five, ten, fifteen minutes or so, the cafeteria food only got more unappetizing.

"You know I'm going to make them buy us lunch. We don't deserve this at all." Lydia complained as she took a spoonful of something that she could only speculate what and let it ooze back to the plate.

"Well it's not half that bad." Malia suggested. "Not if you ate raw meat for a good couple of years." She added giggling along the way, not so sure if she should be proud of that fact.

"I'll just pretend I didn't hear that." Danny said as he laughed from all the bizarre things the supernatural world has to offer. A lot has been different ever since he came out (not of the closet) but of the presumed ignorance of the supernatural world. Even though he has some knowledge of it, it does not change the tendency for him to be shocked at what his friends had done.

"Well I'm not a carnivorous shape shifting person. And neither are three fifths of this table. Actually four fifths since Isaac has never really eaten raw meat before. Or have you?" Lydia asked as she raised a curious eyebrow towards Isaac, wanting to know if Isaac ever felt the urge to strike down a deer and eat its meat, though she reckons Scott or Derek will allow that.

"Nope, never had the chance to do so." Isaac snickered. He would never do that. Derek won't allow that. And Melissa would never let her two borders be that primal. After all, its modern age and he doubts if there are werewolves who still eat raw meat.

Stiles looked at Isaac with an evil look and a smile to boot the moment he answered. Evil as in he just thought of something malevolent to say.

"Really Isaac? You never had ANY KIND OF RAW MEAT IN YOU? Never tasted meat of something….or someone?" Stiles told him with a sinister smile. To which the whole pack responded to with surprised eyes and gaping mouths, appalled at the connotative meaning the question holds. Isaac in his part shoved Stiles away with glaring eyes (lucky for Stiles to have Danny to prevent him from falling). He knew exactly who Stiles was referring to. Stiles have always teased him about his closeness to a certain someone ever since he moved out of the McCall house. Last thing that he would want is an intrigue of his supposed affection for Scott. Moreover, it's enough that Melissa believes that he likes Scott and that's one thing he should probably resolve sooner or later, can't let Melissa keep on thinking the wrong thing.

"Oh my god Stiles! You don't just say that to people! Especially when Danny's around." Lydia called out Stiles, taking a swipe at Danny too which elicited another set of surprised eyes and gaping mouths. This conversation is definitely getting out of hand. On the other hand, Isaac breathed a huge sigh of relief that the follow up accusations never happened.

"Okay I'll just pretend we didn't have this conversation." Danny laughingly says as he placed his hands over his ears. He is not offended by the assumption, well he can't if it's real. After being baptized into the pack, he realized how normal the pack was behind the supernatural facets that they show. And being a normal teenager means making fun of your friends.

"Okay you upped me on that one." Stiles told Lydia as he acknowledge the fair banshee's wits, as he laughed hysterically, obviously amused at where his snide question led to. Lydia, upon hearing the compliment held her head high as she always does. But she doesn't know the teasing is not yet done.

"Of course, if there's anyone to talk about getting any, it would be Stiles. Sorry man." Isaac said to Stiles. He draped an arm over Stiles' shoulder to act as if he is showing sympathy to the person who just took a swipe at him.

As expected the pack burst out laughing. Well because, because everyone thought Stiles was still a virgin. Good thing it was lunch and you can make as much noise as you want. Lydia's laughter, to her credit could be described at boisterous. On the other hand, Malia's laughter was faker than a fake id. She tried her best to give out the most genuine laugh but she failed miserably. She was just lucky the others were so engrossed in their laughter that no one noticed.

As the rest of the pack were enjoying themselves, Stiles was crimson red. For the first time in forever, he didn't know what to do. That joke quickly back fired on him. If you asked him if he was embarrassed, yes he was. But we all know not because he still has his v-card, because he doesn't anymore, to the person sitting across him. And no one knows yet. Not even Scott, because as much as Stiles enjoyed it, he wasn't fully himself when he did it. And neither did he or Malia followed up on it. Everything eventually was just forgotten. Now he was reminded of how awkward things were supposed to be with Malia coming to the pack and he feels every inch of that awkwardness here and now. He would not dare take a look at Malia at the moment or else stories could be written and told by themselves so he just kept his head down on the low, acting like he was affected by what Isaac had just said. He was, but not in the way everyone was assuming.

Just as the mirth was dying down, Stiles increasingly felt uncomfortable in his seat. He doesn't know what to expect next. Lucky for him, the two latecomers finally arrived and the pack's attention turned to them.

"Well here comes our couple who has no problems getting screwed." Lydia whisperingly says as she rolled her eyes. At last the two have arrived after what seemed like forever. Unfortunate for them, they just missed the fun. The pack settled down as Scott and Kira approached. Stiles was still queasy in his position and Isaac took in a deep breath, for what, well because Scott and Kira are here and he thinks that what they had talked about is totally inappropriate to bring up to them.

"Sorry guys we're late. My dad asked me to do something." Kira apologized sweetly to the pack. She took a seat with the rest of the girls while Scott sat with the boys, beside Danny.

'Well what's Scott got to do with that?' Isaac contemplated for a moment whether or not he should say that. Lucky for him, the conversation shifted its topic and he didn't have to make a fool of himself for sounding resentful.


They finally got to eat their food as the whole pack was all in. As they did, Lydia did most of the talking as usual, with Danny interjecting here and there and Malia listening. Scott and Kira also contributed in the conversation. What's unusual is Stiles being un-Stiles. He is still not over the distressing moment he just had. For sure other people noticed his out of character-ness, since it's a quiet Stiles for god's sake. However, people may not have noticed how silent the man beside him became.

Isaac didn't actually sit there in absolute silence. He giggled when it was warranted, and responded when it's necessary. He's not just his usual jolly, quick-witted, sarcastic self. No one noticed him since Stiles is more unbecoming of Stiles at the moment than Isaac is to himself. As much as he denied it, the reason why is being as such is because of Scott, specifically how Scott is juggling his time with Kira and the rest of the pack. It's not only because they were late for lunch, Isaac believes that Kira actually had something to do and Scott being Scott wanted to help. It's because they have made the pack wait numerous times already, and that's if they were lucky because sometimes they are totally ditched. So much for being the Alpha, leader of the pack.

But as always, nothing gets past Scott McCall. He was wondering why his two friends were not their usual selves, quiet to be precise. Yes their faces convey happiness, youthfulness, and joy, but it's not natural. Scott thought that maybe they got into a fight or something, although since they are beside each other right now this may be an isolated case. That's what he was hoping for. He's going to have to talk to them about this. Oh yeah he owes Isaac one talk too. He owes Isaac a lot of things. He needs to…

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"What?! I've only just begun!" Lydia whined as she looked down on her barely touched food.

"Well maybe if you didn't talk too much you'd finish. Bye!" Danny retorted as he stuck a tongue out to Lydia and ran away as he waved everyone goodbye, taking a one last ditched effort to avenge the teasing he received earlier. The others followed suit, with Stiles and Malia hurrying to get away from each other before something could ensue between them. Lydia walked out gracefully, still visibly miffed at how fast lunch ended and ran after Danny, not wanting him to have the last laugh.

Soon enough, Isaac was left with Scott and Kira as the others hurriedly went on with their personal business. Not the most ideal situation since both Scott and Kira, particularly them being a couple, is the subject of Isaac's feels. So the only logical thing to do is to just leave and to prevent any chance of adding fuel to the fire and besides, all of them still had class. However, as he got out of his seat and was about to turn to the exit, Scott called his attention.

"Isaac. You riding with Stiles later?" Scott asked. Kira looked at him, confused at where this question was coming from. For Scott, he wanted to know if there is really tension between Stiles and Isaac, and if that was true, he'd go earlier than the early worm to fix it, even if it meant cancelling his plans with Kira.

"Uhm, maybe." Isaac responded sneering. He can't help but answer the question mockingly. Scott has just put more fuel into the fire and he didn't mean to sound spiteful but it just came out like a solar flare. Well with whom other else could he ride with besides Stiles after he became persona non grata to Scott's bike? After he said that, he quickly headed towards the exit with a frown on his face.

"Is he alright?" Kira asked Scott with a worried expression, further confused at what had just happened. Never had she seen Isaac snap like that for a long time. She was about to ask something else but was cut off by Scott.

"Nope. I think he and Stiles fought. That's why they were quiet the whole time." Scott answered, the knot on his eyebrows showing his concern for his two friends. He guessed it right, or so he thought, that Stiles and Isaac were not at peace with each other. You can't really blame him for being wrong, that's the only thing plausible from his vantage point.

"Oh. I hope they work it out." Kira said as she put a reassuring hand on Scott's arm. For a second, before she was cut off by Scott, she thought that the reason why Isaac answered Scott's question sarcastically was because Scott hasn't ridden with Isaac for a long time since she was always occupying Scott's time and that must've affected Isaac in some way. But she also noticed Stiles' strange behaviour earlier and she knows that Scott knows Isaac and Stiles better than anyone else, which is why she believed what he just had said.

"Hey, is it okay if I talk to them after school? Just to make sure everything's okay." Scott turned to Kira. The thing is, he doesn't want to disappoint anyone, Kira, Stiles, Isaac or anyone of his friends for any matter. But, he knows he is indebted to Isaac after turning him down, all the bike rides, after work accompaniments, TV nights, he can't take it to add more to the list. On top of everything, he did promise to support Isaac and frankly, he has been wavering in his promise. If what had just happened, Isaac obviously being irked at someone is not enough to cause him to be unsettled, he does not know and does not want to know what could.

"Sure, sure. No problem. I also have something to do after school. Talk to them." Kira told Scott in her most genuine tone. For her, it's both about feeling guilty for taking up so much of Scott's time and letting Scott do his thing, which is helping out his friends. Never in Kira's whole tenure with the pack has someone gotten into a fight with someone else. Normally, they were against supernatural forces, not with themselves. As the leader of the pack, Kira knows Scott's responsibility. Beyond his role as an Alpha, Kira knows Scott's personality, someone who'll move heaven and earth to help his friends. And that's what Scott needs to do now.

"Thanks." Scott replied. A part of him not entirely too pleased to know that something's definitely up and another part of him happy that he'll get a chance to spend time with his other friends. Maybe he'll even take Isaac and/or Stiles out for dinner once everyone's chores are done.


Isaac sat in his last class with a plethora of emotions enough to make psychologists insignificant. One of his emotions, probably the most prevalent is anger. Not anger at what but anger at whom. It's not true when people your parents say that they're not angry with you, only disappointed in what you have done. They won't be blabbering and scolding you if they were only disappointed. The truth is they are both angry and disappointed in you. Their disappointment in you is what makes them angry. The only thing to remember is that anger is a fleeting emotion, at least for parents to their children and in this case, friends to their friends. It would be correct to say that Isaac is angry at Scott at the moment. Why? Because he is disappointed in him. Why? Is it because Isaac feels that he has neglected his friends? Wrong. Because Isaac feels that Scott has neglected him.

That's where another emotion comes in. Isaac feels stupid. Stupid enough to feel that way towards Scott when he knows he has no right to. He holds no control of Scott's life and is not supposed to dictate what he should and shouldn't do. So what if Scott now spends more time with Kira than him? It's not like Scott is obliged to spend time with him. The reason that he is angry at Scott simply for not being there for him like he used too spells irrational in huge capital letters in his forehead. He wants to punch himself in the head to put some sense in it.

But that won't be enough to compensate for his feeling of regret for totally acting like a jerk back then. Saying something like that, especially to Scott, is something to fret about. After all, who is it that held your life together (quite literally) when you were at your absolute worst? And now you act ungrateful towards him, not even bothering to look back at how much he has helped you, because you simply want more.

So who was productive at his class today? No, definitely not Isaac. Countless thoughts flooded through his mind and he was switching faces like switching car gears. He'll be frowning now and a second later he'll be looking like a lost puppy. Then the next you'll see him pouting and shortly after he'll be knotting his eyebrows. What this had done to him is just confuse him out of his head. Scott confused him out of his head. That is why he decided to just let this thing pass. If there is one thing that doesn't confuse him, that is that he is just making it harder for himself by over thinking things.


The bell has rung and every one scurried to the exit, waiting for their friends, ready to get the second half of their day started. In the meantime, both Isaac and Stiles sluggishly headed towards the parking area, not necessarily excited to get things about. On Isaac's corner, the manner at which he responded to Scott's perfectly polite question is bothering him. On Stiles' corner, his not so friendly past encounter with Malia shook him up. If there was one person who's definitely not lethargic as he swooped past by student after student, it would be Scott.

Scott got quickly on his feet at the first vibration of the school bell. He has something important to do and he can't afford to let Isaac or Stiles or both of them go. He briskly walked towards the parking area where the three of them usually separate and he was the first student there. He waited and waited impatiently at the sight of any of his two friends. At least he knows Stiles was still there since the jeep was there.

Isaac doesn't really feel like working at all but he realized that that may be the perfect opportunity to get something out of his mind. With that thought in mind, he straightened his back, shook his head and proceeded to go to the parking area, hoping that his slow ass pace didn't get Stiles impatient enough to leave him walking to work.

Stiles is still not his usual jolly self and might've fended off a few people who greeted him along the hallway. He never thought that it would be this uncomfortable to be in a pack where there is one that you really like and one that you so ungracefully had sex with. Good thing he didn't have any strings attached with any other of his pack mates. Yeah that is how it should be, for the good of the pack. So with his pride still in tack, he headed towards his car hoping that Isaac was still there waiting for him.

Scott moved his bike closer to Stiles car, actually in front of it, if ever Stiles get the idea of running away. He knows how his best friend can get stubborn at times. If he wants to do that he'll just have to run over him. As he was parking his bike, he saw Stiles and Isaac side by side, apparently meeting up along the way. Well that's got to be a good sign, Scott thought. The problem is, both of them had these long looks on their faces, no one talking, no Stiles talking. But why were they together? Scott for a moment thought that this is just their way of being civil to each other. Stiles know Isaac needs a lift and Scott would kill him if he so intentionally blew Isaac off so might as well do the man the favor. What Scott failed to realize is that there is really no bad blood between the two. So to satisfy his curiosity, Scott resorted in using his super hearing powers to pick up the heartbeat of his two friends to see if there are any irregularities that could've been brought about by the situation. He shut his eyes closed and focused all of his energy to his ears, blocking out all the meaningless chatter around him, zooming into the space shared by his two friends just a few meters away from him, expecting to catch any aberrations from the norm. What came his way are not just heartbeats but apologetic words.

"Hey, sorry for earlier. Didn't mean to offend you. You know the earlier thing at lunch?"

Shit. They did fight, Scott said to himself. He can't help but shake his head upon the confirmation of his suspicion.

"No, no need to say sorry. After all I started it. My fault man. The joke quickly back fired at me huh? Haha "

At least both of them are already reconciling. That has got to be a good sign.

"C'mon what I said was below the belt. I didn't mean it that way. If you want any consolation, I…"

"I really didn't take it that way, believe me. I was just…."

They stopped. Scott further concentrated on his sensory receptors. They just can't stop. He had to and needed to know the bottom of this.

"SCOTT!"

Scott jolted out of his concentration, body flinching quite dramatically telling that the voice scared the bejeezus out of him. Stiles and Isaac had managed to be right in front of him without him knowing it. He didn't realize that all the while he was focusing on their voices, they had come close enough just to see him in some sort of a trance well in fact he was just eavesdropping in their conversation. It didn't help that he had his super hearing activated when Stiles basically shouted in his ear.

"Hey what you doing here? I thought you had somewhere to go. Are you on drugs or something?" Stiles chuckled in seeing a not so innocent looking Scott, who looks like he has just been caught in the act.

"Hmm." Isaac made a little sound of amusement. He wanted to say more but now is not the right time, or it doesn't just feel right. He's still not past his feelings for Scott no matter how much he tried to push it away.

"No. No no no no. I was just, uhhh, there was a last minute change up. I just came by to see you two." Scott answered, smiling at his two friends for he is just pleased to see them.

"Wow. Wow we're going to get a chance to see you. Well that's a change." Stiles giggled as he tried to make Scott guiltier by the second. At least his mood is getting better by the minute.

"Well I just wanted to make sure you two were okay. You two did look like out of yourselves back at lunch. Is everything okay?" Scott got direct to the point. He leaned one of his hands on the handle of his bike and casually placed the other in his pocket. He had this patented look of concern that only his friends have the privilege to see.

Stiles and Isaac exchanged a curious look with each other with Stiles having the more inquiring one. Well he was stuck in his stupor back at lunch that he didn't realize that Isaac was having one of his own. Stiles knew that someone would eventually notice him but it looks like he was not alone. It made him think if what he really said bothered Isaac.

"Woah man I'm really sorry I really didn't mean anything by that. I'm just, you know, friendly teasing?" Stiles directed his body towards Isaac who was looking at him directly in the eyes.

"No it didn't really. No offense taken, as in zero." Isaac told Stiles, reassuring him that he wasn't really bothered with what Stiles said and he really believes it was all in good fun. It is their common friend, who is been the initiato of this topic, that is the subject of his disappointment.

"Well what was it about? I mean I heard you two apologizing to each other a while ago." Scott interrupted them both. He just wanted to get to the bottom of things. It's not usual for him to see two of his friends not their usual selves and it truly bothers him to no end until he gets things back to normal. But, he made a slip up when he admitted to peering in their conversation when they were a few good meters away from him.

"Wait a minute. So you're eavesdropping into our conversations now?" Isaac couldn't help but snap. Here we go again. A few moments ago he had just decided to let this pass, but Scott just wouldn't stop. He knew Scott meant well, probably just concerned, but it was no excuse to listen in to a conversation like that. He'll be fine with it if it was just a casual conversation but it was a personal one; he was apologizing to Stiles and Stiles was apologizing to him. It was their business, they were the business partners. Scott just came in like a new investor wanting to shake things up. Isaac really felt disrespected at what Scott had just done.

"No that's not what I meant. I just wanted to make sure things were okay between you two." Scott tried to reason with Isaac. He actually felt hurt knowing that Isaac was disappointed in him after the fact that he eavesdropped into his conversation. I his defense, he at first only wanted to listen to their heartbeats, the only thing is, that wasn't all that he heard. His mistake was to continue listening but he was already there and he just couldn't help it.

"Really? Ugh if there was something going on between us it's for us to fix." Isaac answered back. Again, this is just the effect of all his emotions piling up.

"And weeeeeeeee're okay buddy." Stiles quickly put an arm over Isaac's shoulders and plastered a huge smile on his face to show that everything fine between them. Actually, what he wanted to do was diffuse the tension. Yes it was a dick move to listen in another's conversation, which has got to be an abuse of power, but he knew Scott only means well. The last thing Stiles wants is this tension to escalate because clearly Isaac is pissed at Scott.

"Sorry Isaac. I didn't really mean to do it." Scott apologized to Isaac. You can see it in his eyes, the sincerity that a true friend has.

"If you want us to prove that we're okay, we're going now. Together." Isaac said as he removed Stiles arm over him, walked past Scott and towards the passenger's seat of Stiles' jeep. He looked at Stiles waiting for him to unlock the doors, giving him the slight glare so he can take the hint that he wants to leave now.

Scott closed his eyes for a brief moment in his frustration that he can't meet Isaac at the same level. He decided that he'll just make it up to Isaac for his wrong doing by being the one to drop him off at work.

"Look Isaac, please ride with me." Scott told Isaac as he grabbed his spare helmet and reached it out to Isaac's direction, to show that he really wants Isaac to ride with him.

"Sorry. Have plans with Stiles." Isaac rejected Scott's offer with a straight face as part of his sarcastic act. He knows he'll regret doing that later.

Scott looked at Stiles, who was nailed at his location, for support. But all Stiles can do is mouth a 'sorry buddy' to Scott as he proceeded to unlock the car, hopped on the driver's seat and started the engine. As much as Stiles would like his two friends to make up, he knew he couldn't force it. He just said to himself that things will cool off eventually, as it always does.

Scott moved his bike away in from Stiles' car in defeat. His head hung low knowing that a friend is angry at him. Not just a friend, but a special friend in Isaac. That really got him down. All of his plans for him and Isaac for the rest of the day, all went opposite as planned. The last thing he expected is to end the day with Isaac getting mad at him. And that, out of fortune's luck, happened. So as Stiles's jeep exited the school premises, all Scott could do is ride in his bike, longing for Isaac to be there with him.


The ride in Stiles' jeep went quiet as expected. Isaac didn't want to say anything and kept his head on the window and Stiles didn't want to push. If there was something clear in Stiles' head, that is Isaac's anger at Scott goes way deeper than just his eavesdropping sin. He put two and two together and concluded that Isaac's silence during lunch is not brought about by his teasing, but by the arrival of Scott and Kira. After all, they were merrily laughing and heartily teasing each other before Scott and Kira arrived. So the only thing that could've caused Isaac to act that way is Scott. Or Kira, who knows.

After they were a good few minutes in their ride, Stiles decided to break the silence.

"So want to talk about what happened earlier? With Scott?" Stiles asked Isaac while keeping his eyes on the road.

"Do you want to talk about why you were bothered at lunch?" Isaac countered.

"Hahaha No I don't." Stiles answered.

"Same goes for me." Isaac answered with finality, his eyes taking in all the sights he could see, hoping that that will drown out his thoughts, even just for a moment.

A/N: Please send me your thoughts! Review, comment, follow, like, whatever.