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Formality:
I was standing by my locker in the school hallway early in the morning before class wearing a black Chalayan Leather skater skirt, Intricately Exquisite Tights and a Red Crop Top with a pair of Bianco Bine Pumps and a Grey Stone Owl Necklace with my long brunette hair in a perfect bun on top of my head.
"Hey, Sophie!" I heard an obnoxious male voice call to me from down the hall and I rolled my eyes in exasperation as I tried to ignore them. I placed my books into my locker before taking out the ones I needed for my next class as footsteps got closer to my locker where I was standing. "Hey, Sophie." The same familiar male voice said at normal volume from next to me and I sighed in defeat because I knew that I wasn't getting away now that he had me cornered.
"What do you want, Greenberg?" I asked him as I glanced over to see him leaning his back on the locker next to mine with a cheesy grin that was meant to be charming.
"I wanted to know what time to pick you up for the Winter Formal."
"Yeah, that's not happening." I told him as if it was obvious before I slammed my locker shut and turned on my heel to walk away from him. Before I could take a step away from him though, I felt someone grab onto my elbow to halt me so I turned my head around to see only inches away from me. I narrowed my eyes at him as I pulled my elbow out of his grip but he just hold on tight to my arm until I could feel his fingers pressing hard into my bare skin. I looked around the hallway for someone to help me out of this uncomfortable position and nearly sighed in relief when I spied a familiar head of tawny curls down the hall. "I'm actually late for a study session." I lied through my teeth to Greenberg as I pulled my arm from his grasp before walking as fast as I could in my heels down the hall. "Hey, Isaac!" I called to my friend as I got closer before looking over my shoulder at Greenberg and noticed that he was watching my retreating figure.
"Oh, uh, hi, Sophie." Isaac half stuttered as he stopped walking and waited for me to catch up to him. I noticed his gaze drop down to my lace covered legs before sliding back up to meet my gaze and I smiled warmly in amusement at his nervous behaviour because even though we had been friends for years he still acted surprised whenever I spoke to him at school. I linked my arm though his without stopping as I pulled him with me down the hallway further away from Greenberg.
"What's happening?" I asked him curiously as I sighed in relief that Greenberg was no longer in my sights.
"Uh, nothing. Lacrosse, working, uh, school." he listed off quickly and I chuckled lightly at his shy attitude as I shook my head in amusement. I started walking towards the locker rooms because I knew that Isaac was meant to be in there with the team and I was meant to be meeting Scott and Stiles there.
"I'll have come and visit you at work sometime. The cemetery is a great place to study." I told him with a smile as I thought back to the last time I had visited Isaac at his father's cemetery. "Libraries are too main stream for me."
"Yeah, uh, that's mainly where I study." He agreed with me as he chuckled a little at my joke and I laughed as we reached the locker room doors. He paused out the front of the double doors but I just continued into the locker room without stopping so he quickly caught up to me. "I, uh, don't think you're meant to be in here."
"It's nothing I haven't seen before, Isaac." I said to him with a flirty smile and a wink in his direction as I walked over to find my brother and Stiles or even Jackson since I hadn't seen or heard from him in a while.
"You want me to take her to the formal." I heard Jack say to someone so I frowned curiously as I fastened my pace in that direction. I rounded the corner of lockers to see Jackson standing in front of Scott and Stiles so I slowly walked up to the three of them.
"What's going on?" I asked them suspiciously as I approached and they all turned to look at me with wide eyes.
"Um, Jackson knows." Stiles supplied lamely after a minute of silence and I raised my eyebrows in surprise as I looked at my best friend. "He wants to be one."
"What!?" I shouted in shock as I looked at all three of them in turn and pointed an accusing finger at all of them. "Why didn't any of you tell me?"
"…"
"We are going to talk about this later, but at the moment, what were you talking about just now?" I asked them impatiently as I bit back my anger that being left out of the loop and leaned on against the side of the lockers.
"I want Jackson to go the formal with Allison." Scott explained as he glanced at Jackson once before looking back at me and I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion.
"What do you want me to take her to the formal?" Jackson asked him as he crossed his arms over his board chest and glared at my brother heatedly.
"I don't want you to. I need you to."
"Screw you." He said calmly to Scott before looking over to where Stiles was standing and pointing a finger at him. "You know what? Screw you too. In fact, screw each other."
"Hey, you know he saved your life, right?" Stiles reminded him pointedly and I felt my eyebrows rise in surprise because I didn't know anything about that.
"He left me for dead."
"I got shot for you." Scott exclaimed to him in outrage and I shook my head at the overload of information that was being thrown out at me.
"Oh, yeah? Show me the bullet wound." Jack taunted him with a serious expression as he tilted his head to the side.
"You know it healed." Scott said as he rolled his dark brown eyes at him and I frowned at the two of them in confusion because I didn't understand what was happening.
"Convenient."
"Just do it for Allison, okay? She's in serious danger. I'm talking around - the - clock danger. She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance."
"Have her dad do it, okay? He's the one actually equipped to handle this."
"How am I supposed to do that and keep him from finding out about me?" Scott asked him in exasperation and I rolled my eyes at my brother because he really needed to get over himself.
"Not my problem." Jack said with a shrug of his shoulders and I smirked a little in agreement with my best friend.
"You're her friend too. You are. All that time that you spent with her to get to me you can't tell me that you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Allison. It's impossible not to like her." Scott argued with him sincerely as I watched Jack soften a little with his argument and I huffed out a sigh of defeat.
"Stop siren." I muttered under my breath and Jackson sent a smirk in my direction because we had already had this conversation once.
"You can't tell me that you don't care if she gets hurt." Scott continued to say to Jackson as he ignored me even though I knew that he could hear me with his werewolf hearing.
"What if I get hurt?" Jackson asked him honestly and I straightened up from my slouched position on the lockers with a frown on my lips.
"Then it's worth it."
"Not to me." Jack told him sadly with as he shook his head at Scott's answer and I took a step closer to him as I frowned at my brother for saying that.
"Me either." I shouted loudly at my brother as I gripped onto Jackson's arm protectively and glared at Scott heatedly for putting my best friend in danger. I shook my head at Scott as I scoffed at him and pulled Jackson towards the exit of the locker room. "We need to talk." I told him sternly as we got closer to the door and he gave me a guilty smile that I glared at.
"One more thing." I heard my brother say from behind us and I turned around to face him with my hand on my hip. I felt my eyes widen when I saw Scott standing there with a scowl and his normally warm brown eyes were glowing a bright amber colour.
Later that day after school Lydia, Allison and I were at the mall trying to find dresses for the winter formal in the massive Macy's that was there.
"Okay, what's wrong with you?" I asked Allison finally after her moping about the entire way to the department store.
"Nothing's wrong, I just - I have a lot on my mind." Allie told me as all three of us stepped on the escalator that led to the formal section of the store.
"You could smile, at least. Ever heard of the saying, "Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile"?" Lydia said to her with a small smile at the tall brunette and I rolled my eyes at her playfully.
"Ever heard the saying, 'Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.'? If she smiled at everyone she would be a slut by that reasoning." I defended Allison jokingly as I waved a dismissive hand in the air and both the girls chuckled at my dramatics.
"Smile, Allison. I'm buying you a dress." The short strawberry blonde concluded as she nudged Alison playfully with her elbow.
"I have to admit as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected." Allison admitted to the two of us with a smile as her deep brown eyes twinkled with mischief and I giggled slightly because I knew what was coming next.
"Excellent." Lydia murmured as she gazed off the side of the escalator obviously thinking that it was the end of the conversation.
"But not as much as I'm going to ask."
"What? What's that supposed to mean?" Lydia asked her meekly as her head spun around to face the two of us quickly and I had to hold back a laugh as we all stepped off the escalator. I smiled at her innocently as we stopped near the edge of the railing and shared a mischievous look with Allison before turning back to Lydia.
"It means you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, roided - up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with somebody else." Allison told her simply with a delicate shrug of her shoulders and I smirked at the frightened look on the strawberry blondes face.
"Who?" she asked in a small voice with wide pretty green eyes and Allie just smiled at her before looking over the opposite direction. Lydia and I both followed her gaze to the perfume counter a few metres away where Stiles was leaning on the counter playing with one of the perfume samples. I smirked to myself as he accidently sprayed the bottle and perfume burst in his face making him cough unattractively.
"Him." Allison and I both answered at the same time with glee and mischievous filling our voice as we pointed at him discreetly and as though he could feel our gazes on him at that exact moment Stiles decided to turn around. He smiled at us awkwardly as he waved in our direction and I laughed as Lydia made a whimpering sound in the back of her throat.
"Don't frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile." I teased her lightly as I linked my arm through hers and Allie laughed at us as I linked my other arm with hers. An hour later the three of us girls were searching for the perfect dresses to wear with Stiles trailing after Lydia like a puppy dog as she threw dresses at him to carry.
"Oh - okay, so are you just gonna - try these on right now? All of them? Is this a 24 - hour Macy's?" Stiles rambled to the dominating strawberry blonde as she threw another dress into his awaiting arms and I chuckled at the two of them as I walked past on my way to Allison.
"Okay, that is freaking hideous." I told her honestly as I scrunched up my nose at the black sequined, white feather skirted monstrosity she was holding up in the mirror. She met my gaze in the reflection of the mirror and gave a warm smile that I returned as I walked over to stand next to her.
"That's not your colour." I heard a familiar male voice say from behind us and I froze where I was in shock. I slowly lifted my head so that I could met the inquisitive teal coloured eyes in the mirror and bit my lower lip as I took in the now ambulatory presence of Peter Hale. I snuck a quick look at the Allison to see her looking at Peter with wide curious eyes as she turned to face him. "Sorry if that was intrusive, but - considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter."
"Because I'm pale?" Allison asked him with a small smile playing on her lips and I tried my best to ignore them as I looked through a rack of cocktail dresses.
"Fair. I mean, you can't call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect." Peter told her with a chuckle and I scrunched my nose up at how creepy that sounded.
"Okay." Allison said with a laugh as she hung the ugly dress back up on the rack and pushed a lock of her wavy brown hair behind an ear.
"Trust me, I - I have a unique perspective on the subject." Peter uttered quietly to her and I peered over my shoulder to see him holding out a short silver cocktail dress towards Allie. I looked over the dress and found myself actually nodding in agreement with Peter about the dress for her. "Do you mind?" he asked her and when she shook her head at him he held the dress against her hand to match the skin tone with the colour of the fabric. "See? Much better."
"He's right, Allie. The dress is gorgeous. You should go try it on." I told her honestly with a tight fake smile and I glanced away as Peter looked at me quickly.
"Yeah, okay, I'm to go try it on." She responded happily to me with a bright smile before smiling shyly at Peter and skipping in the direction of the changing rooms.
"Sophie." Peter said my name softly to get my attention because was looking after Allison's retreating figure. I felt a fresh wave of anger at the man I thought I had known and I closed my eyes tightly when hot tears threatened to fall. I shook my head to clear it of the haze of confusion before opening my eyes and turning around to glare heatedly at Peter.
"What are you doing here, Peter?" I asked him coldly as I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance and he just cocked his head to the side as he looked me over in inspection. He took a step closer to me and I immediately took one back as I tried to ignore the flash of hurt that crossed his handsome face at my movement. "What are you doing here, Peter?"
"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family? My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct." He told me as he looked me directly in the eyes and I shifted uncomfortably on my feet under his intense gaze.
"You want forgiveness?" I asked him softly as I felt tears fill my eyes again and he shook his head slowly without breaking eye contact with me.
"I want understanding. Do you have any idea - What it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that."
"Why are you killing all those people then? The video clerk, the bus driver? Why?" I asked him softly in a demand as a stray tear made its way down my cheek and I rushed to wipe it away with the back of my hand.
"Do you remember when you and Cora met?" he asked me randomly and I nodded my head slowly in answer as a small smile played at the edge of my lips at the memory.
"Yeah, it was right after my dad left and I ran away from home. I ended up wandering into the forest and getting lost until I came across a clearing in the middle of nowhere." I recalled with a soft smile as I chuckled lightly at the end of the sentence and Peter nodded his head with a small smile.
"You were only six years old and wandering around the woods all by yourself. Cora and I were out on a walk when I heard you crying. Cora asked me what was happening because she couldn't hear anything with her normal hearing. When I told her I heard someone crying she dragged me into the clearing and there you were hunched in on yourself crying your eyes out. That was the only time I've ever seen you cry. Not even when Cora accidently scratched you."
"That hurt like a son-of-a-bitch." I muttered under my breath but he heard me and laughed lightly as I subconsciously touched the scar on my shoulder through my shirt. I lifted my gaze to meet his teal eyes looking down at me and I pursed me lips together uncertainly. I lowered my hand from my shoulder and gazed down at the light pink puckered scar that ran across my right palm. Peter followed my gaze to my hand and smiled softly at the memory that the scar represented to him.
"I remember that day. It was two years after you and Cora met for the first time and we had been meeting once a week at in that clearing at the same time every Monday for two years straight. The two of you decided that you were going to be friends forever and to seal the deal you made a blood bond."
"In my defence, it was Cora's idea." I added to the story with a gentle smirk on my lips and he grinned at me as he shook his in amusement.
"That's what you said then as well." He reminded me pointedly and I just shrugged my shoulders innocently as I laughed at the memory. My smile disappeared as I remembered that Peter wasn't just my best friend's uncle anymore and he wasn't just the man I looked up to like a father. Now he was a murder and the Alpha that had turned my twin brother into a werewolf against his will.
"Why are you killing all those people?" I repeated my earlier question to him quietly as I lowered my gaze in shame that I had been side-tracked by memories of the passed instead of getting more information out of him.
"I'm only killing those responsible." He informed me softly as he took a small step closer to me and my gaze instantly snapped up to meet his.
"The fire. The spiral the sign of a vendetta. You're only going after those who were involved in the fire that killed your family." I stated gently as he nodded his head in agreement and I could see the pride in his eyes that I had figured it out so fast. I looked away from him when a bubble of happiness that he was proud of me swelled in my chest and was then quickly squashed by guilt. Peter took another step closer to me until he was only an arm-length away from me and I looked back up into his eyes with a frown on my lips. "I understand." I whispered softly as I wrapped an arm around my stomach as more tears threatened to fall from my eyes.
"Don't cry, sweetheart." Peter told me softly and I nodded my head twice hesitantly as I closed my eyes tightly. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and when I opened my eyes I was standing alone in the cocktail dress section of Macy's. I looked around frantically for any sign of Peter but couldn't see him anywhere so I sighed in defeat and took a deep breath to calm myself before turning on my heel to go and find Allison or Lydia.
I looked in my mirror at the Purple Embellished Cut Out One Shoulder Cocktail Dress that I was wearing with my stylish curly bun and my makeup done perfectly before walking over to my bed to sit down and put on my Badgley Mischka Nisha II Specchio Pumps. I strapped on my heels and stood back up to look at the outfit as a whole in the mirror. I pursed my lips together as I inspected the dress that let the world see the long scar on my shoulder and the shoes together before smiling brightly at my reflection and leaving the room to show my mother and brother. I strolled into my twin's room to find him and mom sitting on the bed together while mom sewed his dress pants.
"Hey, guys. How do I look?" I asked them brightly as I struck an over-exaggerated pose in the middle of the room for them and they both laughed at me as they clapped their hands together.
"God, you look beautiful, honey." Mom gushed as she pressed her hands together and looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"Oh, God, mom. Don't start crying, alright? Because you start and then I start and it's Scott's turn and we all ruin our makeup." I told her jokingly as I sat on the edge of Scott's bedside table and she snorted in amusement as she went back to sewing Scott's pants.
"So is she coming here, because you know I need the car tonight." Mom said to Scott as she continued to sew his pants and I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched Scott fidget nervously.
"No. I'm going stag." Scott informed her while I rolled my eyes at his use of the word stag because it was just a fancy term for alone.
"You're going alone?"
"Stag. There's a difference. Sort of."
"There's not. I'm going alone." I told them as I stretched out the word alone with smirk on my face.
"I'm sorry, I'm just a little, you know, surprised that, you know, you don't have anyone else to ask other than Allison. And I'm surprised nobody asked you, Little Miss Popularity." Mom said to Scott and I respectively as I shrugged my shoulders and inspected my nails.
"I never said no one asked me." I pointed out to her with a smug grin on my lips and she chucked lightly as she shook her head in amusement.
"There are no other girls besides Allison." Scott told her dramatically and I frowned as I processed his words.
"Um, hello?" I mumbled as I waved a hand between me and mom but they both ignored me other than Scott rolling his deep brown eyes at me.
"You really feel that way?" mom asked Scott in surprise as her hands stopped moving in shock at his answer.
"Can you just please keep sewing?" he begged her desperately but I knew it would deter mom form getting what she wanted out of him.
"No, no, no, no. You have time for just one question. Come here. Do you really feel that way?" she asked him as she started sewing again after a moment.
"I can't help it. I mean, every time I look at her, I get this - this hollow feeling in my chest, and it's like - it's like someone literally took a shovel and dug a hole in me, and it's the worst feeling I've ever had in my life, and I didn't - I didn't know anyone could actually ever feel this bad." Scott declared to her as he looked down at his hands and I raised my eyes at his ability to form such sappy words.
"I know." Mom told him sadly with a unhappy smile on her lips and I knew that she was thinking about dad in that moment.
"I don't know." I uttered under my breath as I looked away from them but they both heard me and looked up at me in something like pity. I looked away from them because I didn't want their pity and by the way that Scott described being in love, I didn't want that either. It sounded like a dialogue from a romantic comedy and that was just too unrealistic for me to grasp.
"Everyone knows eventually." Mom told me softly before turning her attention to my brother. "It does go away."
"I don't want it to." Scott admitted to her and I crossed my ankles as I looked at the ground with my eyebrow scrunched together.
"Have you told her how you feel?"
"She knows." Scott said with resolve but mom and I rolled our eyes simultaneously before mom slapped him in the forehead for his stupid answer. I covered my mouth with my hand to stop from laughing out loud at his dumbfounded expression but a few giggles escaped.
"Come on, she knows. She knows? Listen, dumb ass, I'm gonna let you in on a secret that most guys don't even have a clue about, all right? You ready? Women love words." Mom informed him and I nodded in agreement as a small smile spread across my lips.
"Huh?"
"You need to tell her how you feel. Just say it. Say it again. Say it differently. Learn how to say it better. Learn how to sing it. You know, just write it in a poem and a letter attached to flowers, carve it in a tree, in a sidewalk with cement - tattoo on your arm." Mom listed in a dreamy voice as she gaze off into nothingness and I smiled slightly at her fondly.
"Really?" Scott asked with excitement in his voice because he had always wanted a tattoo for some reason.
"No. Not really. Just - Tell her the truth. Tell her - anything and everything you want."
"Everything?" Scott asked her seriously in a soft voice as he threw a glance over at me and knew that he was talking about more than just saying 'I love you'.
"But when you do - I'd keep that buttoned. Here you go." Mom said with a smile as she handed Scott his freshly sewn up pants and Scott took them from her with a thankful smile of his own. I stood up from the bedside table so that I could go and get my purse but before I left the room I looked back over at Scott at the same time he was looking at me. I gave my twin brother a soft reassuring smile as I turned on my heel and left the room without looking back.
I walked into the school gym and rolled my eyes at the crowd of dancing teenagers because I really didn't find these kinds of events all that fun. I smiled slightly when I saw Jackson standing near the side of the room with Danny and another guy that I didn't recognise. I made my way over to them quickly and smiled brightly when I saw the bottle of clear liquid in Jackson's hand.
"Oh, thank God." I muttered loudly as I snatched the bottle from my best friend's hand and gulped down some the liquid greedily.
"Help yourself." Jack told me with a smirk as the vodka burned its way down my throat and I just smirked back at him before taking another hit and then handing it back to him.
"No way am I doing this sober." I declared as I shook my head and rolled my eyes and the three guys laughed out loud at me.
"Sophie, this is my date Aaron. Aaron, this my friend Sophie." Danny introduced me to the guy standing next to him and I smiled brightly as I shook his offered hand.
"Nice to meet you, Aaron. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to find a guy as hot as your date." I told them jokingly as I threw a wink in Danny's direction before turning on my heel and walking away. I walked around the gym for a few minutes by myself but I was getting bored fast as I dodged the dancing couples. I noticed a familiar blonde girl sitting on the bleachers alone so I made my way over there with a smile on my face.
"Erica!" I called out happily to my friend and the blonde turned her head in surprise that someone was talking to her. I took in her pretty light blue dress as I walked up to her and sat down on the bench besides her. "You look absolutely gorgeous." I told her honestly and she blushed as she looked down at her feet with a shy smile.
"You look great, Soph." she told me quietly and I chuckled lightly at the remark as I ducked my head.
"You should have gotten ready at my place. It would have been heaps of fun playing dress ups." I said with a pout on my lips and she gave a quick flash of a smile.
"I figured you would be getting ready with Lydia." She admitted to me as she shrugged her shoulders and I snorted in amusement at her answer.
"No way in hell am I getting ready anywhere near Lydia Martin. She like a Nazi with a mascara wand." I told her jokingly although I was a bit serious about not getting ready anywhere near Lydia and Erica giggled a little softly. I smiled at her warmly as I knocked my shoulder with hers and she knocked me back playfully. We sat and talked with one another for a while both I decided to find someone to dance with at least once tonight so I said goodbye to Erica after making plans to hang out soon. As I was walking around the room searching for someone to dance with and trying to avoid Greenberg I saw a familiar head of tawny curls standing tall above the crowd so I smiled brightly and headed towards Isaac. "Isaac!" I called out over the music and he immediately turned towards my voice in shock.
"Oh, uh, hey, Sophie." He stuttered as he rubbed the back of his head with his hand and I just smiled at him warmly as I grabbed his other hand in mine.
"You have to dance with me." I ordered him playfully with a smile as I began leading him onto the dance floor but he instantly started shaking his head at me.
"I can't dance." He stated in denial and I stopped in the middle of the dance floor to turn back around and face him with a pout on my lips. I took a small step closer to him as he looked around the room nervously and I squeezed the hand I was holding reassuringly.
"If you don't dance with me, Isaac, I might end up getting stuck with Greenberg. Do you really want me getting stuck with Greenberg, Lahey? Save me." I said to him in playful sternness and he smiled down at me a little so I took that as I win and smiled at him brightly as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Thankfully, a slow song was playing as we swayed together on the dance floor with my arms around Isaac's neck and his hand resting gently on my waist. "You know something, Isaac? You have a real future as a knight-in-shining-armour." I told him jokingly as I looked up at him with smirk and he rolled his eyes at me in amusement so I lightly hit his chest with one hand. "No, I'm serious. I was out here all alone like a damsel in distress and then along came Knight Isaac to save me from dancing with the horrid troll, aka Greenberg."
"Not Knight Isaac. It's actually Sir Isaac." He corrected me playfully and I laughed out at the mock serious face he was wearing.
"I'm sorry. My mistake, I apologise." I said with a smile before I heard a ruckus across the room and turned my head to see Coach Flinstock standing in the middle of the dance floor. I frowned as Isaac and I both paused in our dancing to see who Coach was yelling at in the middle of the dance.
"What the hell are you do - What the hell are you doing?" Coach asked loudly and I lifted my head higher to see my brother with his arms wrapped around Danny in an embrace.
"Yes, coach?" Scott asked him as everyone stopped and stared at the commotion even the band.
"Is that my brother and Danny?" I asked Isaac quietly and he nodded at me without taking his eyes away from the scene.
"Okay, ho - ho - ho - ha ha. Hold on, you - I was just saying he's not supposed to - I mean, I wasn't saying that he shouldn't - You guys don't think - You don't - I - I was - Just dance, everybody. Just dance! Dance! It's a party!" Coach exclaimed nervously when everyone was looking at him like he was the one in the wrong for trying to stop two guys from dancing together.
"I didn't know Scott was…?" Isaac started to say but it ended up as a question and I chuckled lightly in amusement as I wrapped my arms back around his neck to resume our dance.
"He's not but he is on academic probation and not meant to be at the dance." I explained to him with a proud smile because my brother's plan worked out well.
"Oh! That was, uh, actually pretty smart." Isaac said as he nodded his head slowly and I laughed as I nodded in agreement.
"Yes, yes, it was." I agreed with him as we continued to dance to the music and I looked around the room to see Scott dancing with Allison near the edge of the dance floor. As though he could feel my gaze on him, Scott lifted his head and met my gaze from across the crowded dance floor. I could clearly read the question in his deep brown eyes and I slowly nodded my head telling him to go for it. Scott was going to tell Allie that he was a werewolf.