CORA'S POV:

I went to get Isaac from Allison's because Deucalion asked me to, which I was more than happy to. Stiles was discussing what happened with Scott with Deucalion so he was too busy to go, which left me. I wasn't any idiot, I knew he liked Allison. I used to think he liked me, but then he started paying more attention to her than he was supposed to.

Isaac popped his head into my room, hiding his body. "Hey." He grinned.

My lips tugged into a smile. He always made me happy. I set aside my laptop. "Hey, what's up?"

"You hungry?"

I knew he wasn't asking me out on a date, but a girl could hope. "Uh, yeah. Why?"

"Close your eyes." He instructed.

My brow creased. "What? Why?"

"Just do it, Hale."

Fine. I closed my eyes, patiently waiting for something to happen. I was holding out for a kiss, but I didn't think that's what Isaac intended to do.

There was a dip in my bed and I felt something heavy place itself a few feet from me. "You can open your eyes now."

They opened to find Isaac sitting in front of me along with a box of pizza, a cartoon of my favorite ice cream, and a three liter of coke. "Are we having a movie night?"

He looked so cute when he grinned. "Yeah, it's been awhile." He held up three movies that he knew I wouldn't mind watching. "So prepare yourself for A Night of Awesomeness: Lahey Edition."

I laughed at his lameness. "I was born prepared."

We started the movie and dung into the food as we laid onto our stomach facing the TV. Moments like these made me feel more for Isaac than I should. We were friends, and I was closer with Stiles, but the little things that he's done over time made me feel more than I thought he wanted.

He met my eyes with a smile. "You okay? You're very quiet tonight."

"Yeah, it's just weird. We haven't done this in a while."

He grabbed some popcorn he popped after the first movie ended. "Well, you've been hanging out with Stiles so much lately. And I've been busy with Allison stuff and school work. Things haven't been in our favor."

"It's always going to be like this, isn't it? You're going to be a junior this year. Pretty soon you'll be off to college." Even though that was two years away the thought still saddened me. Eventually, I'd lose Isaac.

He sighed. "Well, I don't know about that. I've got some pretty good people in my life right now. I don't want to screw with that." He looked me in the eyes.

I gave a small smile. I knew he wasn't talking about me, but Allison and Stiles. Times like these made me remember why we weren't together and why I was closer with Stiles. "Well, you better make sure those good people know how much they mean to you."

There was a knock on the door and Stiles appeared, looking confused. "Hey, what's up with you two?" He asked.

"Nothing." I maybe said a little too forcefully, but I didn't think they pick up on it. "We were just watching movies." Stiles and I locked eyes, I was willing him to understand what just happen, and I think he caught on a little bit.

Isaac looked between the two of us before getting up. "I actually have to go watch over Allison for a bit." He avoided my eyes. "This was really fun, we need to do it again sometimes."

Stiles and I shared a confused look as I sat up. "Yeah, okay. Bye."

He gave me a tight smile. "Bye."

"Cora, wait!" Isaac kept calling after me, but I was done with him putting Allison before me. That's how it's been for almost two years and now I experienced first-hand what I was missing. "Cora, please. Stop." He grabbed my wrist.

I yanked it away. "Don't touch me!" I got in my car and drove home.

The only thing I needed right now was my best friend. Stiles always knew how to make me feel better. I drove angry because I was. Why was I surprised, really? This wasn't anything new. My phone buzzed many times before I got home, which was probably Isaac, but I couldn't bring myself to look at them.

As soon as I rushed into the house I made my way to find Stiles. He wasn't in the living room or his room, and not the kitchen. "Stiles?" I called out, fearing he wasn't home any longer because I needed him.

"In here." His voice came from in my room. He was leaning against my balcony, letting the night breeze into my room. He looked at me with concern in his light brown eyes as I came at him. "What's wrong?" He hugged me back. "What happened?"

My body sunk into his, letting the comfort take over. My eyes closed as I breathed him in. "I don't want to talk about it, just hold me."

He didn't let me go, but told me everything was going to be okay. He rubbed my back as his kissed the top of my head. "I'm not going to let Isaac hurt you anymore."

I looked up at him. "How'd you know?"

His eyes sad. "He's the only one that could hurt you so much because you care about him the most."

My brow furrowed. "He's not the one I care about most, he's the one I like. Besides Derek and sometimes Deucalion, you're the most important person in my life." I assured him. That's when I realized something was wrong with him, too. Why else would he be standing out on my balcony alone? He had to be troubled about something. Or someone. "Why don't you just lay one on her like you did me?" I joked.

He grinned, making him look cute. "She has a boyfriend and their perfect together. And I'm pretty sure that if she didn't hate me before she definitely does after I yelled at her."

My arms went around his neck, bringing us closer. "Then you're the idiot." I grinned.

He laughed, grabbing my hips. "You're right. I was just trying to protect, but I was so angry."

"Scott's an asshole." We laughed, trying to forget about our screwed up love life problems. "Maybe I could try something." My hands held his face.

He stilled. "What are you doing?" He asked cautiously.

"Relax, I'm not going to kiss you again." I grinned. "Let me see if I can make the heartache go away." I closed my eyes and focused.

He relaxed. "Because that worked out so well the first time." His voice dripping of sarcasm.

"If you shut up I might be able to make this work." I blew out a breath of air. "Is anything happening?"

"Now you want me to speak?"

My eyes flew open. "Hey, don't mess with me. I have your life in my hands."

He smiled his cute smile. Sometimes I wished I didn't like Isaac so much and that I wasn't so screwed up so that Stiles and I could maybe have something. We would be good together. He's caring and sweet and funny. He knows me better than my own brother. He was the only person that could pull me out from the darkness. I loved him more than anything.

He looked at me and sighed. "You know this is starting to look like the other day from the beach." His voice wasn't worried, which confused me.

"Would it be so bad if it was?"

He really gave it some thought before leaning down so that our foreheads met. "I don't know what we're doing Cora. We're best friends. What about Isaac?" His lips leaned a bit closer, not touching mine.

I sunk into his body once more. "What about Lydia?"

Our lips met, sending that familiar spark through the both of us. My hands went his neck and face while he grabbed my back. Our tongues played together, making me feel way more for Stiles than I ever thought possible. It had to be hormones because Stiles never made me want to seduce him, but the way his he was holding me to him and loving my body, it felt real. His lips went to my neck, hitting the right spot for me to moan his name. Hearing his name must've sent him over the edge because we got a visitor from his pants. That made me wonder if he really did find me attractive or if he was just trying to make me feel better.

He stopped kissing my neck and grinned at me. "Isn't this weird?"

I laughed. "Totally, but it feels great."

He laughed. "I do what I can."

Just as I was about to go in for the kill the remainings of his laugh fell away, replaced by worry. "What is it?"

He met my eyes. "I'm justifying doing this to Isaac."

"What do you mean?"

His brow furrowed. "He likes you." When I didn't say anything, he continued. "What happened between you two earlier?"

I stepped away from him. "What do you mean, 'he likes me?'"

"He looked nervous. "Uh, he may have told me he liked you a while ago."

My fist acted before I could stop it, hitting him in the stomach. He keeled over, groaning. "That's for not telling me sooner. You know how I felt about him."

He looked up at me. "You mean how you feel about him?"

"Just like how you feel about Lydia?" I headed into my room, closing the screen and locking it so he couldn't get in.

He tried to open it without breaking the door, but couldn't. "Come on." He watched as I headed for the door. "Cora!" He banged on the glass.

I made my way to the kitchen, grabbing the ice cream from the freezer and putting it into the blender along with some milk. I just needed comfort food. Opening the fridge, I found some chocolate pudding that I devoured in a second. There were some chips on top of the fridge that I got into. Seconds later I went for my milkshake, drinking it out of the blender. Ice cream fell past my face.

Hands grabbed me, pulling the chips and blender away from me. "Stop it." Stiles begged.

I pushed him away to drink more of my milkshake. He was stopping me from feeling good.

"Cora, you need to stop."

I stuffed some chips into my mouth. "Why? Because you can't stand to see me like this? It's not all about you Stiles! Sometimes other people are hurting!" My lip trembled as I looked down at the blender and bag of chips. My chest felt heavy as the tears burned my eyes. What was I doing? My hands let go of everything as I fell to the kitchen floor with painful sobs coming out of me.

Stiles side stepped the mess and held me to him, letting me cry into his chest. "You're going to be fine." He rubbed my back.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours until he helped me to his bathroom. "Take a hot shower, it'll make you feel better." He closed the door.

I turned the shower on, letting it get hot. I slipped my clothes off, then looked in the mirror above the sink. All I saw was ugly and fat. That was all I ever saw. I looked away, disgusted. My feet stepped into the hot shower. I let the steaming water beat down on my skin, just standing there. It was only when Stiles asked if I was okay that I made an effort to clean myself. After I got out and put on the clothes Stiles got me. I was thankful that he got me his clothes because I didn't want anything too restricting. Before walking out I put my wet hair into a high bun to find him sitting on the edge of his bed with a worried look on his face. Guilt riddled inside me because I know I put it there constantly.

I went to sit beside him. Not realizing that he might be freaked out by what happened on the balcony, I scooted over a little, clearing my throat. "I'm sorry I keep putting you through this. It's not fair to you. I feel like you think I take you for granted, and that I care more about Isaac than you. It's not like that. And I'm sorry for pushing you away earlier."

He grabbed my hand, not saying anything for a while. "Where would we be right now if I hadn't told you about Isaac?"

Honestly, I hadn't thought about that. My mini break down took other things from my mind. Now it was time to face what the hell happened between us earlier. I swallowed the lump in my throat before saying, "Either we would've slept together or we would've come to our senses." He looked at me. "This isn't what you want, is it? Can you tell me that you would forget all about Lydia and be with me? I know I couldn't forget about Isaac."

He gave a wry smile. "Yeah, I guess we got lost in the moment. We're too close to be anything more."

I laughed. "Yeah, we're just friends who sometimes make out. That's all."

He laughed with me. We were close now and it didn't feel like earlier where we wanted to grope each other's face. We were just looking, understanding, and glad that we both understood where we stood. "Can we promise each other that we won't do anything else stupid? I don't want to lose us. You're like my sister who I sometimes check out and kiss."

I grinned, holding out my hand. "Let's shake on it."

His hand gripped mine, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry I got a hard on earlier. It wasn't you." He joked.

I smacked him in the back of the head, trying not to smile. "Shut up."

"Love you, too."

ISAAC'S POV:

Cora wouldn't let me talk to her, she wouldn't answer any of my calls or texts, so I figured I'd let that breathe for a while. I sighed, trying to figure out why she did what she did. I thought she had feelings for Stiles, she was always with him and he was about the only person that could turn her day around when she was feeling bad. I knew she had a purging and binging problem, that she was doing better thanks to Stiles. He seemed to be the only person besides Derek who she truly loved. And that hurt me more times than I could count. Maybe that's why when I noticed Allison I latched onto feeling things for her. She started out to be this girl that I had to look after without interacting with, then over time she became that girl that I would watch in the halls and try not to stare at when we did have class together, and the girl I couldn't get out of my head when I went to bed. She used to be quiet and timid, and would hold her head down. Now she was bold and charismatic and even more beautiful because she believed in herself. When I saw her yesterday in the halls I really couldn't breathe. Allison and Lydia had gone away for the weekend before school started back up, and apparently this was what they were up to. There was nothing really wrong with how she dressed before, it was cute and comfortable, but now she was mouthwatering and I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

When she ignored me in class I wanted to shake her and tell her to look at me, look at how much I see you, and I want you. Maybe Stiles was right, maybe it had to do with the whole forbidden fruit thing. She was destined to be a Hunter and I would always be a Werewolf. It was funny how that didn't even register as a problem on our radar.

I debated about going back to talk to Allison or getting out of here. I definitely need to think, and I needed to hear what Cora had to say. I was about to drive off when I caught scent of fresh blood. Human blood. The scent was coming from Allison's house.

I jumped out of my car and ran to check on her, my heart beating a mile a minute. If she was hurt and Scott had something to do with it, then I'd kill him. I'm sure Stiles wouldn't mind. But then I found her sitting on the kitchen floor, her left wrist bloodied and slit open. "Allison!" She didn't look up. She didn't look like she was there with me, and that scared the shit out of me. There were tear streaks on her cheeks. Scott wouldn't just cut her wrist then walk away, which meant she done this herself. The knife lay bloodied as well. I picked it up and placed it into the sink, trying to meet her eyes. They were vacant. My throat felt thick. "Allison, did you do this to yourself?" She didn't answer.

For the first time since becoming a Werewolf and working for Deucalion I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to handle this situation. She was catatonic and I didn't know if I should keep trying to get to respond or rush her to the hospital. Panic set in and moments later I picked her up and ran her to my car. I drove as fast as I could to the hospital, not caring about red lights or patrolling cops. The girl that I was supposed to be protecting cut herself, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it had to do with me. I didn't want to believe it, but I was left with no other choice because she wouldn't answer me.

I parked and then ran her into the emergency wing. "Help!" I yelled, getting attention. "Someone, help me!" Once people realized that the girl I was carrying had cuts on her wrist they paid me some attention.

Doctors rushed over, asking me questions and trying to take her from me. I didn't know who to answer or what to say. I was afraid she was losing too much blood because the cuts were deep. "Would you please just help her?"

A short brunette named Melissa gave me a sympathetic look. "We're trying to help her." Her voice soft and comforting. "I know you want us to help her, so breathe and let us do our job."

I did as she instructed and I felt better. "Can I stay with her?"

She smiled. "Sure, you can."

They put her on an IV drip and stitched her up. She wouldn't say anything or look at anyone, only look at the ceiling. After they finished asking me questions that I answered to the best of my ability they all left and she closed her eyes. I wasn't sure if she was going to sleep or ignoring me, but that didn't stop me. "Allison, if this has anything to do with me, I'm so sorry." My hand grabbed her hand. I felt my eyes sting with tears. "I never wanted to hurt you. But the doctors are going to help you and you're going to get better, and everything's going to be fine because I don't know how to feel right now. All I know is that I'm not leaving you."

There was a knock on the door, Lydia walked in. Fat tears were in her already red eyes. Her lip trembled as she tried to keep it together. Her hand went to her mouth as she attempted to cover up her sobs. I went to her, pulling her into a hug. She sobbed into my chest, not holding back at all. Someone had to be strong here, so I tried to be strong for Lydia and Allison.

Lydia look up at me with puffy red eyes. "What happened?"