Scott is out with Allison tonight which leaves me to do our English project alone. Well...almost. Isaac is sitting in my big wicker chair in the corner of my room.

It's storming so I don't know what they could be doing. Isaac won't admit it, but that's why he's in my room. Every time it thunders I see him eye the window.

"The house is boring to sit in alone." He said when I told him to get out.

Allison was supposed to read the Shakespeare section because I took the Edgar Allan Poe part. Now I have to write about a section I didn't read. I did my half, why am I stuck doing the whole project?

I groan and thrown my head back after reading just the title, 'Othello'.

"What is it?" Isaac speaks up for the first time.

"It's-" I was going to say nothing, but since he's already here... "I hate Shakespeare. And Allison left me with our whole project that's due tomorrow. She's out with Scott and I'm doing homework."

"Yeah, Scott and I were supposed to do something tonight too. But plans changed and I got stuck here."

"What were you supposed to do?" I wonder if it has anything to do with-

"Nothing." Yep. "Why are you smiling?"

"Nothing." I mock him. "Why do you have to stay here? You do know you can do whatever you want."

"What like leave for the night with no explanation?"

I bite my cheek. "Mkay, that's fair."

"Besides Scott would kill me if I left."

"Why does Scott care, if he's out with Allison."

"Because- ya know what. Just do your homework." He is trying to move on from the subject. Messing with him is too fun.

I take a huge risk in what I say next, "Oh my god I know you're a werewolf, Isaac."

He goes completely still. He did not expect that. I'm laughing so hard.

"You know?"

"I do now! You just confirmed it." I smack my hands onto my thighs forgetting the bruise. I wince.

His face is plastered in confusion.

"Stiles said something the other day." I leave out the part about the twins and the barefoot woman.

"And you just took a wild guess?"

"Yep."

"Well, that's hilarious," he begins. He keeps shaking his shoulders. "I mean that would be funny. If it were true." He stutters through his lie.

I just laugh. "You just said," I can't finish, I'm laughing too hard. "You should've seen your face."

"Stiles, huh? I knew he'd mess it up. He did with Lydia, but then again he can't keep anything from her."

"Lydia knows?"

"No."

"Liar. Who all knows."

"...Everyone." He says bracing for my anger.

"Was I the only one who didn't?"

"Pretty much. Took you long enough too. I mean, Derek Hale. How did you not get it right then."

"Sorry my first justification wasn't 'werewolf". I can't believe Stiles is a werewolf. And-"

Now it's his turn to laugh. "Stiles? Oh, my god. Stiles a werewolf? No, not even close."

"What is he then?"

"Annoying." He simply says. "Scott isn't going to be happy I told you this." He adds.

Why does it always come back to Scott. "I'm the older sibling. I take authority."

"Well, Scott is in charge."

"Scott? Scott McCall? My brother, Scott?"

"Yes." He says firmly.

Is that why he's been bossing me around lately? "I have so many questions."

"Why not let me explain first."

I never finish my project. Allison will have to live with it. We spend the rest of the night talking about packs and full moons.