A/N: I hope you enjoy this story. Now that Isaac and Allison are slowly advancing toward a relationship on the show, I realize that there will be many stories about them. I know that every author asks this, but please review! I welcome plot suggestions. P.S. Scott and Isaac are not fighting for the reason that you think they are fighting. This is, once again, NOT A SCOTT BASHING STORY.

Chapter 2

"I'll pick you up at five," he had said.

Allison couldn't get Isaac's words out of her head. She had gotten little sleep last night, spending most of it analyzing every minute of their car ride together. Had she given him the impression that she wanted him to ask her out? Was the dinner a date or was it just a way to pay her back for the ride?

Arguments for both options had filled her head and distracted her throughout the day, causing more than one teacher to ask her if she was all right. Usually an active participant in class, Allison had simply stared ahead during lectures.

She was still debating the possibilities of Friday night when she heard the ominous chanting of "fight, fight!" ring out through the cafeteria.

Lydia, consumed by the appearance of the gorgeous twins, didn't hear the chants, or if she had, she continued to ignore them. Allison decided that it wasn't worth the effort and simply wandered over to the ring of students, interested to see who was fighting.

It wasn't until she reached the outer ring of the circle that she heard Scott's vicious snarl and Isaac's rumbling growl.

They weren't speaking, circling each other in an attempt to find the others' weakness. Isaac's normally turquoise eyes were starting to melt to a brilliant gold, signaling the arrival of his wolf.

Allison was about to step in to protect Isaac, but Stiles rushed forward before she could push her way through the remaining students. He whispered something in Scott's ear, glancing over at Allison before stepping out of the circle once more.

She had reached the front of the group when she saw Scott straighten and slowly back away, holding her gaze the entire way. He glared once more at Isaac, his eyes flashing a blood red, before turning and disappearing into the sea of students.

Isaac hadn't noticed her, thankfully trying to calm himself. His eyes finally returned to their normal hue before he rushed out of the makeshift arena. With the abrupt exits of both fighters, the cafeteria had once more become a chatter zone. Grumbles about the lack of violence, suggestions for why Isaac and Scott had left-they were both pussies, a suggestion that made Allison laugh at the irony- filled the air around Allison.

"Do you know why they were fighting?" Allison asked the student next to her.

He glanced at her before smirking. "They said something about a girl and a dinner date. I guess McCall thought Lahey had crossed a line."

Allison gasped, astounded that the two had been fighting over her. She hadn't realized that Scott would be angry about her going on a date, or whatever the dinner with Isaac was. Scott hadn't done anything to suggest that he might still like her. He didn't talk to her unless he needed to ask about something to do with wolves and her dad.

The boy gazed down at her quizzically. "You know, you look an awful lot like McCall's ex, Allison. You wouldn't happen to be her, would you?"

She darted away before the group of kids could question her about the fight. Why would Isaac and Scott be fighting over her? It's not like Isaac had asked her out on a date. And how had Scott found out? Isaac didn't seem to be the kind of guy who was going around telling his secrets to everyone. Not that she was a secret.

Lydia was sitting in the same spot that Allison had left her in, except she was no longer staring at the twins anymore.

"How could Stiles have been so foolish? Jumping into a fight with werewolves is the ultimate bad idea for humans. Stiles is still human right?"

"Careful, Lydia. It might sound like you care about Stiles," Allison teased.

"I don't! It's just, he could have been killed and Scott would have been devastated. I don't need a bunch of grieving werewolves hanging around with us, Allison. It's not good for my reputation."

"I'm sure that Stiles knew exactly what he was doing when he jumped in the fight. Thank goodness Scott and Isaac didn't show their wolf sides. It would really ruin your reputation if you were seen with a bunch of werewolves."

She scoffed, dismissing Allison's teasing. Not much could penetrate the stone walls that Lydia had built around herself, even if she did call Allison her best friend. Hopefully this Aiden or Ethan- whichever the straight twin was- could help her get over Jackson.

"Why were they fighting anyways?" Lydia asked, leaving the cafeteria before any teachers handed out detentions for encouraging a fight.

Allison hesitated. She could tell Lydia the truth. She could tell her that some of the other students had been whispering about a girl getting between the two boys, and that she was the girl they had been fighting over. Unfortunately she couldn't count on Lydia to have a tempered response, and the idea of having to suffer through an interrogation about Isaac and their almost date was torturous.

"Everyone seemed to have different ideas. My favorite was the one about Isaac taking the last cookie before Scott could grab it. It seems that Scott really likes chocolate chip cookies."

"As any sane person would," Lydia announced. "But really? Chocolate chip cookies starting a fight?"

Lydia wouldn't be the only one trying to discover why the boys had been fighting, and Allison was worried what would happen when they figured it out.

"Are you coming over tonight to study?" Lydia asked Allison as they made their way through the crowded hallways to their lockers.

"I would love to, but my dad has been really sensitive about me going places without him since my mom…" Allison trailed off, leaving Lydia to figure out the rest. Lydia knew that her mom had been killed by Derek, having been a part of the chaos that had filled those nights.

It was true that her father had become more overprotective since her mother's death, but he hadn't said anything about Allison going to Lydia's to study since she hadn't asked him. They preferred to spend their time apart, her father occasionally attempting to soothe the pain of their loss. Most of the time, they tried to stay out of each other's way. It was easier that way.

"I get it. Just don't forget about me while you wallow in your pain." Lydia grabbed her AP chemistry book and corresponding folder before facing Allison again. "I need help with my plan to catch a man."

Lydia was not always the most sensitive friend, usually dismissing Allison's feelings for more important matters-her shopping trips or new distraction seemed to be the most popular topics- but she knew better than to pity Allison. As strong as she was, Allison didn't think that she could handle anymore pity than the city of Beacon Hills had already poured upon her.

"Good luck with that. I'm just going to stick to avoiding Scott as much as possible and trying to pass my classes."

"One is never too busy for a boyfriend, Allison. Especially if they are not of the supernatural variety."

"This coming from the girl stalking the new werewolves in town?"

Lydia sniffed, not deigning to give a response. Instead, she turned up her nose and walked towards the parking lot.

"Have fun and don't get too depressed on me," she teased as she waved.

Allison shook her head and turned back to her locker to get the books she would need for the night's assignments. Her teachers had decided to make the night a long one in terms of homework. If she hoped to accomplish anything tonight, she would have to find a way to take her mind off of Isaac. Otherwise she would spend the rest of the night worrying about Friday and what it would bring.

She was about to close her locker when she noticed a slip of bright pink paper poking out from beneath some of her books. Curious, Allison tugged it out and read the scrawled note.

Sorry about the fight. Don't be mad.

Still on for Friday at five, right?

You looked wonderful today.

Please call me. (714) 392-9613.

His writing was perfectly straight across the small sheet, all the letters clearly written and grammar impeccable. Obviously his father's demands had included perfect writing and perfect English. Shaking the image of Isaac's father out of her mind, she smiled and allowed herself to simply enjoy the feeling of happiness that washed over her.

Isaac was worried about what she thought of him and although too shy to ask give her his number face-to-face, he had done it.

She punched Isaac's number into his phone before she placed the sticky note into her English binder. She would keep it for a while, treasuring the sweetness behind Isaac's gesture. It wasn't every day she felt special.