Isaac's memory was fuzzy at best but he must have said something to Allison.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself but when Scott asked what this was all about he shook his head. Mumbling something about being late for his first class, which wasn't even a lie, Isaac fled their room.

On his way he shot Allison a message, saying sorry for whatever he'd said to her. She read it, the checkmark turned blue, but she didn't answer. Still cursing under his breath, Isaac took the stairs up to the third floor two at once and when he rounded the corner to the hallway, he spotted Professor Stilinski standing outside the room, talking to somebody. Isaac hoisted his backpack up his shoulder and hurried down the hallway. At least he'd made it in time.

The person Professor Stilinski was talking to had his back to him but when he got closer, Isaac recognized him. Professor Hale.

What's he doing here, Isaac wondered and slowed down. Looked as if Stilinski wasn't ready to start his class just yet anyway.

"… I'll see if he's free later," Stilinski said. "I want to know where he stands."

"You just want to get in his pants," Professor Hale corrected in a low voice. Looked like he hadn't noticed Isaac who at those words choked on his own spit and just wished to turn invisible before either of them saw him.

"When are you going to be done here today?" Stilinski didn't even dignify Hale's comment with an answer. "Don't let Harris hold you up for too long."

"I hate those meetings," Professor Hale groaned. "But I should be able to leave in time for dinner."

"I'll ask Peter if he wants to stay for dinner, then." Stilinski nodded to himself with an absent look on his face as if he was working out the logistics of whatever this was about. With burning ears, Isaac made his way past them and he even managed a mumbled "Morning" when they finally noticed him. Looked as if that was the cue for Professor Stilinski as well.

"I should get going," Stilinski said. "See you later."

Out of the corner of his eye, Isaac saw him reaching out for Professor Hale's hand, and for a second their fingers touched before Stilinski turned on his heel and followed Isaac into the room.

Isaac hurried over to his seat.

"Thought you wouldn't make it," Boyd whispered when he passed him but Isaac just waved him off. He still had a headache, running up the stairs had not been helping with that, and what he'd just witnessed was running circles in his mind.

With what he'd found out about Professor Hale yesterday the other thing had been pushed to the back of his mind but now it was back full force.

Stilinski had just mentioned a Peter who could only be Peter Hale. And Professor Hale was supposed to join them for dinner after … Professor Stilinski had gotten in Peter's pants?

It was early in the morning and Isaac was too hungover for this so he just tried his best to follow what Professor Stilinski was saying. However, when he looked at his professor he couldn't help but wonder about him. He knew how to make class interesting and it was fun to listen to him and watch him act out the lesson with exaggerated gestures but when it came down to it, he was just an ordinary guy. Isaac could chalk up what he'd seen at the club as a random hook-up, even ordinary guys had a life outside of work, but Professor Stilinski had just mentioned seeing Peter Hale again.

So it was not just a hook-up? And how did Professor Hale fit in? The others had tried to convince Isaac that the incident with the Reeses' didn't mean anything but they hadn't been there. They hadn't seen it. That had not been innocent. Besides, he'd seen Stilinski around Hale's office a few times too often for it to be a coincidence.

Then there was that little touch just now. That hadn't been just a brush of fingers by accident either, that had been intentional. Had Professor Stilinski succeeded in seducing Professor Hale? And now he was trying to have a threesome with both Hales?

"I thought they are from California and not Alabama," Isaac groaned. "Why me?"

Isaac glanced over to where Erica was taking notes. She was also in both classes. Why didn't she witness these things? Or Lydia. She was taking the advanced classes, she knew both professors for longer than Isaac. Why wasn't she the one who saw and heard all the juicy bits?

Isaac tried his best to follow along but in the end, he was just glad when class was over and he could escape the room.

"You alright?" Erica caught up with him, followed by Boyd. "You were pretty drunk yesterday."

"Yeah, I should be more careful with the alcohol," Isaac admitted. He tried to laugh it off but it fell flat.

Erica narrowed her eyes at him and he was tempted to tell her and Boyd what he'd witnessed before class but they weren't alone in the hallway. Besides, Scott had called him obsessed when he'd mentioned it the other day and Lydia had told him matter-of-factly to keep his nose out of stuff that wasn't any of his business. As if he'd been asking for all this. He would have loved to just go to class like everybody else without constantly running into situations like earlier.

"Do you have a painkiller?" Isaac asked instead. "My head is killing me."

"Of course." Erica dug one out of her bag and gave it to him with the offer to let him copy her notes over lunch.

"That obvious?" Isaac rubbed the back of his head but gratefully took the pill.

"Dude, I was waiting for you to hit your head on the desk," Boyd spoke up. "No offense but you look like shit."

"Feel like shit." Isaac washed down the pill with a sip from his water bottle. At least he'd thought to bring that along. "Thanks. See you for lunch."

Isaac's next class was in a different building and his head was grateful for a more relaxed pace to get there, thank you very much. He did make it with a few minutes to spare and by now his head felt better as well.

He was mostly over his hungover by lunch time which he spent with Boyd and Erica in the cafeteria. Danny joined them as well and between copying Erica's math notes and hashing out his next nightly excursion with Danny, Isaac didn't have time to think about other things. Erica warmed up to the topic as well and it was kind of funny how Danny was suddenly an astronomy expert.

Boyd stayed skeptical, he didn't get the fascination of spending the night outside to watch the stars.

What did bother Isaac was the fact that Allison still hadn't answered. Maybe he should just drop it and pretend that he'd never said anything in the first place. Which was tempting since he didn't know what he'd said or if he'd said anything at all. He must have said something, though.

He didn't want that to stand between them. He didn't want her to worry about what he might say to others. He had no intention to tell anybody about the Hale Fire and Allison's aunt but she didn't know that. However, to clear any of this up, she needed to fucking answer his messages. Frustrated Isaac punched another message into his phone. If they could talk later?

"Everything okay?" Boyd asked. Danny and Erica were still talking about watching the stars, they hadn't noticed how frustrated Isaac was.

"Yeah," Isaac made and hurried to put his phone away before Boyd could catch a glimpse of the screen. "I just should have stayed in bed today."

He folded his arms on the table and buried his face in the hollow of his elbow.

Boyd gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

Allison did answer eventually and they agreed to meet up in the library later that day. On his way there Isaac stopped at his dorm to gather what he might need, if he was at the library anyway he could get some work done. He doubted that he would be in the mood for that after he'd talked to Allison but it didn't hurt to come prepared.

He was a bit early so he set up shop in a quiet corner, Monday afternoon was usually pretty relaxed, and got to work. After he'd read the same page three times and still didn't understand a word, he pushed the book aside and leaned back in his chair, though.

He checked the time on his phone just to find out that by now Allison was ten minutes late. Awesome. Isaac groaned.

"If you set me up …," he muttered. On the other hand, this was proof of how much this was getting to her. So not for the first time he was racking his brain for a clue of what he'd said to her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Allison startled him out of his thoughts. She kept her voice at a library-appropriate level but she could have yelled at the top of her lungs it would have had the same effect. Isaac yelped and threw his pen across the room while she slid into the seat across from him.

"You had no right to google me," Allison hissed while Isaac still tried to not die of a heart attack. Today was not his day.

"I didn't google you," he finally managed to say.

"That sounded different yesterday." She wasn't buying it. If looks could kill he would be dead by now.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Isaac snapped. "I don't know what I said to you yesterday but believe me, I had no intention to say anything. I just do stupid stuff when I'm drunk."

"You probably shouldn't get drunk, then," she said in an icy voice. "But that doesn't change the fact that you googled me. And you had to dig to find all this. You had more than just a look at my Facebook."

"I didn't google you," Issac repeated. "I googled Peter Hale."

"What?" Blindsided by that she blinked at him.

"He's the guy I saw Professor Stilinski getting it on with, you know, in the restroom of the Jungle?" He tried to jog her memory but it still took her a confused moment before she nodded. "Then I see him with Professor Hale and you identify him as Peter Hale, what was I supposed to do?"

"Are you satisfied now?" She asked, still in that cold voice. Looked as if she couldn't care less about Peter and who he was fucking in a public bathroom. "Do you want more details? Is that what this is about?"

"No," Isaac hurried to say. What he'd seen online had been more than enough. He was already dreading Professor Hale's class. How could he possibly sit there and listen to him when he knew that most of his family was dead? Murdered by Allison's aunt? That detail made it so difficult. If it had been some random woman whose name he would instantly forget he could live with it. It had been two decades and obviously Professor Hale had moved on, it could just be a sad fact Isaac happened to know about his professor. But nope, that would have been too easy.

And here was Allison sitting across from him and because he'd opened his big mouth she was now worried about what he would do with this information. If word got out …

She'd been there more than once. Isaac had read about reporters ambushing her in front of her school. How often had she changed schools or even states because of that?

"What do you want?" Allison asked. Suddenly she looked tired as if she hadn't slept all night. Her facade crumbled and tears welled in her eyes. "What do you want to keep this a secret?"

"Whoa," Isaac made when he realized what she was talking about. "I'm not trying to blackmail you. I don't want anything from you. I just want you to know that I can keep a secret, I won't tell anybody."