And I'm back! This chapter will be a bit of Islie, because I had to cut it off for fast delivery.

And if I continue to talk about it I will probably spoil all of the sexy times. Also, the reason that Derek doesn't have any scenes with Ellie lately is because she's loyal and everyone in her group practically deems Derek Satan. Plus, doesn't anyone agree that Derek made his pack to do all of the work in season two?

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Holding Back

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him." Allison deduced, sitting across from me on her bed as Scott and my twin were on speakerphone.

"Or he doesn't remember." Scott added.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the

hospital?" Stiles suggested.

"A fugue state?" I recalled.

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder–"

"Getting rid of the blood." Allison finished for Scott.

"Yeah, he had help with one thing though– the video. And someone else helped him forget that." Stiles added.

"Whoever's controlling him." I shrugged, looking at Allison.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" She looked at me for answers.

"I think he senses that something else is going on, but I'm not sure that he knows the details of anything." I shook my head.

"So do we try and convince him he's not?" Allison said, mostly to me.

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott answered, and I nodded, even though I knew that no one could see.

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison reminded us of my idiotic plan.

"Hell no." I shook my head, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us. Right?" My brother disagreed.

"I doubt it." Scott agreed with me.

"I should get home. Lydia texted that she would email the translations to the pages tomorrow." I informed Allison. "Stiles, are you picking me up bro?"

"Yeah..." He sighed. "I'll be there in ten." Allison said her goodbye to Scott and she hung up.

"You probably should have told them about Lydia." Allison chided.

"I'll tell them later, I just ... really would rather tell my brother on my own." I explained to Allison as I went through my text messages. "Besides, Al, she's our best friend. We know Lydia, she wouldn't tell anyone. Especially not with Jackson on the chopping block."

"I guess." Allison sighed, "we just need to watch her. She didn't seem to have taken it that well."

"Well, who would?" I threw myself back on her bed. "I would have myself committed to a mental hospital!"

"True." Allison agreed. "We'll just give her some space and then she'll come talk to us."

"And in the meantime, I'll talk to Scott and Stiles." I confirmed. "Surely, they'll understand."

"Are you out of your freaking mind?!" My brother exploded, as I sat on my bed in a rueful silence. "You told Lydia! Lydia?"

"Are you done?" I spoke up as I slowly met his gaze. His stone cold glare bothered me enough for me to shift my position twice. "May I explain now?" I regarded him sarcastically.

"By all means." He relented with the same tone.

"I didn't tell her everything. Just that- wait, are you recording me?" I glanced down at his phone that was blinking red and counting up from eight minutes and forty five seconds.

"I always leave that thing on." He gestured for me to continue.

"I just told her about Jackson, and everything that had to do with his condition. It slipped that Scott and a few others were different, but after she has alone time to herself, she'll totally freak out and get on board." I nodded, mostly to myself. "She promised to translate the rest of the information."

"Just ... give her a chance." My voice softened.

He glared at me once more before picking up his phone and walking out of my room. I stood up and followed him to the doorframe. "And where the hell are you going?!"

"To talk to Scott." He shouted from his room.

Oh shit ...

Face, meet palm.

"Morning, Dad." I greeted as I bounced through the kitchen.

"Morning, El-." I turned around to look at him, and he was staring. "Since when do you wear skirts?"

"It's not illegal or anything, is it?" I challenged.

He shook his head and turned around, muttering something like, "it used to be for you ..." I grabbed a granola bar and unwrapped it. Just as I was about to take a bite, Allison honked for me.

"Gotta go." I hopped up, taking my bag and granola with me.

I heard him shout, "Don't talk to any boys!" I rolled my eyes as I closed the front door. The second I sat in the passenger's seat, Allison was already staring at me.

"What?" I drawled, not looking at her.

"Today is just getting weirder." She shook her head as she started to drive. "I mean first, Lydia didn't blow up my phone with text messages about today, and now ... you're wearing a skirt again."

"My god! I wear skirts now! Get over it!" I exploded. "Like shit, do I have to announce it on Facebook?"

"Sorry." Allison replies sassily.

I looked at her, amused. "Was that sass?"

She grinned as she stared ahead at the road. "Why, yes. Yes it was."

I smiled as I rolled my eyes. When we made it to school, reality seemed to set in. Jackson had a restraining order against Scott and Stiles, one of my best friends was ignoring me, and I apparently have a trigonometry test today.

Love Wednesdays.

Allison reminded me that once I got out of French class (somehow, Allison and I no longer take the same french class. Wonder who did that?), everyone was going to meet in the library. I made a stop in the hallway, dropping off the heaviest books that I wouldn't need for the first few periods. I was tired as hell, considering the fact that I couldn't sleep after everything that had been going on these past few days. I softly lent my temple against the locker, lightly closing my eyes to rest them. I let out a relieved sigh, and suddenly, the light behind my eyelids disappearing.

"What the-" I opened my eyes and glowered at the blue-eyed devil with the evil smirk. Isaac was leaning against the locker next to me, facing me. "Fuck off, Lahey." I roughly shoved him back.

Which unsurprisingly, did nothing.

He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "I'm shocked. You kissed me, and now you hate me. Figure out how you feel Ellie, it's starting to get old."

"Oh, I doubt it." I answered cryptically, getting off my locker and walking toward the class.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He quickly fell into step with me, and I rolled my eyes.

"You love playing these games." I explained, "I'm not stupid, and I'm not going to fall into your trap."

"Haven't you ever thought for a second that there wasn't one?" He challenged.

I scoffed, "Oh please, don't pretend like we're still on the same side. Friends don't hurt or threaten those that their friend cares about."

"I never hurt you." He sighed in a frustrated tone.

I paused (mentally, not physically) after his last words. I seriously had nothing to say, so I instead decided to ignore him.

(Quick third-person Pov)

While Ellie was probably unconsciously kinda-sorta-but not really melting at Isaac's words, he was smug. Derek's insistence on Isaac pursuing Ellie actually gave him a reason to prove to her that he wasn't all that different from before. He took her silence as a sign that she was actually given thought to what he was saying.

Yeah, he knew that Ellie wasn't by far one of those bubblegum-popping, hair-twirling, girls in school with that 'come hither' look that the other girls had, so he wasn't thinking that he'd gotten her already.

But the fact that she was giving him any thought was a start.

(Back to Ellie)

French was weird.

Not the kind of weird that I had grown accustomed to. Normal weird, I guess. The classroom was mostly quiet. Lambeau wasn't here for one. I was startled by the neutral facial expression (besides the cold green eyes) of Mrs. Argent. I glanced at the woman briefly, then took my usual seat next to Cassie.

That was the second weird thing. Cassie was giving me the 'why are you here' glare. Cassie was the kindest person that I had ever met. It made me feel like an asshole considering I did something to piss her off.

But before I could say anything to her, another weird thing happened. Isaac had the nerve to sit behind me. Like as if I didn't have enough to think about already.

There was light chatter going around the room, considering the fact that class didn't start for another ten minutes. I'm kind of regretting taking an early ride to school with Allison. On the bright side, I was able to question Cassie on why she was pissed at me.

"Cass, whatever I did, I'm very sorry." I apologized sincerely, with my head propped up on my arms for support.

"Oh, you mean ignoring my calls all week and forgetting that you promised to come with me for my doctor's appointment?" She said, without looking up from her sketchbook. I love it when she talks to me without looking at me.

"Again, totally sorry." I repeated. "I wanna make it up to you."

One second goes past

Two seconds.

Three.

Four.

I was beginning to believe that she was ignoring me.

Five.

"Cas-"

"I'm listening." The brunette sighed, finally looking up at me. There was no trace of anger in her eyes, just disappointment. And it stung. I've seen that look directed at me twice already in the span of twelve hours.

"A fist full of favors." When I saw the beginning of a frown, I added, "and ice cream at my house tonight."

"Mint chocolate chip?" Her grin was almost infectious.

Almost.

"I'll pick some up." I promised. The late bell had finally rung and class was officially about to start.

"I'm Mrs. Argent, your substitute for French." Her voice chimed with that disgustingly perfect stepford wife voice of hers. "I understand that you were working on test corrections?"

I tuned out of the class as searched my binder for my pen. I usually dropped it inside whatever page that I was using last. As I was beginning to get frustrated, I heard the familiar clack-clack of my pen hitting the floor.

dammit.

However, before I could actually move, I heard the sounds of the person behind me moving. All I could think was, WHY! I nonchalantly turned in Isaac's direction boredly, taking in his smug look as he held up my favorite pen.

I held out my hand for it. Isaac shook his head, "Ah-ah. Not until you say thank you."

I reached my hand over him to grab it, only I grabbed the air instead, "Not until you give it back!" I hissed.

"No." He told me simply.

"Lahey, you are already on thin-" I was about to threaten him, but the second worst thing that could happen to this class was making an appearance.

"Ms. Stilinski and Mr. Lahey?" He calm, collected voice called. I almost shivered at the blistering coldness of her voice.

shit.

I last updated too long ago. Sorry it's too short! I needed to get something out! All important parts are next. Including Dellie! I CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE IT!

Question: Did anyone cry for Stiles last episode? I totally did! Scared about the next four episodes?

Next: Islie. Ellie/Stiles/Scott/Allison. Cellie (Cassie/Ellie 3) Islie. Dellie. Ellie/Erica.

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