A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it has been so long since I posted last. I have been absolutely overwhelmed by the transition into college. I have been writing papers like crazy and this story has fallen by the wayside. I promise to keep updating, though I can't promise how regular it will be since MIDTERMS start tomorrow. I love you all and I hope this chapter is up to snuff. Review if you can because, as cheesy and cliche as it sounds, it keeps me going and writing. Enjoy!

Allison was a wreck. She couldn't seem to concentrate on any of her classes, all of her thoughts consumed by possibilities for her date that night. She had waited patiently all week for this night to come, and now she was absolutely terrified.

Maybe it was the not knowing what the night would hold, or maybe it was that this would be her first date since breaking up with Scott, or maybe it was the nerves that every teenage girl gets before a first date.

"Allison!" Lydia snapped. They were heading over to Lydia's to do homework. Lydia was beyond excited by Allison's date, delighted that she would be able to pick out Allison's entire outfit.

"I'm sorry. What did you ask?"

"I asked if you knew where you were going tonight?" Lydia huffed.

"No. Isaac just said to dress nice."

"Nice. That's it?"

"Yes! Was I supposed to ask him to define what his version of nice is?"

Lydia looked at her incredulously. "Duh. Whatever." She examined her fingernails and gave her hair a toss. "We'll just have to dress you in my version of nice."

Allison was afraid to ask what Lydia's version of nice was. Instead, she took a deep breath and went back to her thoughts on her date for tonight.

Three hours later, dressed and makeup applied, Allison was ready for her date.

Her father poked his head in and smiled. "You look beautiful, Allison. What's the occasion?"

Allison sighed and stood up, her heels bringing her almost to her father's eye level. Since Isaac was so tall, she could wear heels and not feel like a complete giant.

"I've told you this five times, Dad. Tonight Isaac's taking me out."

His smile fell and was replaced by the face that he used when hunting werewolves. "Oh, yes. The date."

"I also told you that it wasn't a date." He opened his mouth to respond and she cut him off before he could get anything out. "I don't know what it is, and even if I did, you don't want to know about it."

"I'm not very good at this girl stuff, am I?" he asked, sitting on the edge of her bed. It was moments like these when Allison could see how much her father missed her mother. Her heart ached, both for her father's pain and because she knew exactly what her mother would have to say about letting her out with a werewolf; Scott had been the perfect example of what she would have done.

"It's fine, Dad. Just try not to scare him too bad, please. Or kill him. Killing him is definitely not okay."

He looked slightly offended by her assumption. "I would not kill him."

Allison stared at him.

"Maim him, but not kill him. I can't promise not to protect my little girl if he hurts you in any way."

"I love you too, Dad."

He kissed her forehead before walking down the stairs to reclaim his post by the door. Isaac wouldn't stand a chance against her father if it came down to that.

Allison pressed her hand to her forehead and smiled the tiniest bit. After almost dying at the hands of her killer teacher, her father had made sure to show his love for her as much as possible. Nothing like a brush with death to make someone realize their priorities in life.

She was reapplying her tinted lip-gloss when the doorbell rang. Isaac's deep voice drifted up the stairs, answering all of her father's questions. From the lack of hesitation between answers, Allison could tell that he must have practiced more than a few of his answers.

She chuckled at the thought of Derek running through all the possible questions that Chris could ask Isaac. It must be the whole "pack must stick together" mentality that seemed to have fully developed since the Jennifer incident.

"Allison, Isaac is here."

"Coming," she called before slipping on the heels Lydia had gleefully picked out for her.

Excited as she was, she forgot about the catch between the stairs and the carpet and almost fell down the stairs. She was holding onto the railing when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her back upright.

"You all right?" Isaac whispered in her ear.

Heat flushed her cheeks. "Yeah. Thanks. I guess I forgot about the little gap there."

His smirk told her he knew exactly why she had forgotten about the gap in the floor.

"Are you okay, Allison?" her father called from downstairs.

"I'm good, Dad. We really need to fix that gap in the floor."

Isaac was still holding her hand when they reached the bottom of the stairs. Her father looked pointedly at their joined hands, but thankfully didn't say anything about it.

"I will look into it as soon as possible." He opened the front door for them, being uncharacteristically friendly to Isaac.

They were almost out the door when he stopped them and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Have fun, Allison. But not too much fun. And you have all the emergency numbers in case-"

"I'll make sure to keep her safe, Mr. Argent."

Finally out of the house, Isaac squeezed her hand lightly before leading her down the front walkway and to the black Camaro waiting by the curb.

"Derek let you drive his car?" Allison asked.

"I told him that I would wash all the dishes for him."

"But you don't live together anymore."

She winced as soon as she said it. It was still a sensitive subject that most associated with the pack tended to avoid. Isaac never mentioned it, and when it was brought up, he brushed it off and changed the subject.

Allison let go of Isaac's hand and turned to face him. "I'm so sorry, Isaac. I didn't mean it."

His smile was razor thin. "It's true, though. I may not live at his house, but I will do all the dishes he has whenever we go over, and we usually go over every day for a pack meeting or whatever."

"Even though he's not the alpha anymore?"

This time he frowned.

She covered her face with her hands and groaned. "Forget I said anything. Let's just not talk about anything to do with Derek, or Scott, or anything supernatural."

Isaac chuckled and his hands pulled hers away from her face. "That sounds great."

He bent down so that his lips were right against her ear and when he whispered, she could feel his breath on her skin.

"Did I mention how great you look tonight?"

In all the awkwardness she had already created, she had completely forgotten about the outfit that Lydia had picked out for her. Since they hadn't known exactly what Isaac had meant by "nice," Lydia had had to improvise.

A royal blue silk sheath clung to her body in all the right places while managing to be demure enough for a simple restaurant. The pearls lining the Greecian collar enhanced her pale skin and matched the drop necklace that Lydia had found in vast depths of her jewelry box.

Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun with curls falling to frame her face. Lydia had outdone herself with Allison's makeup, using silver eyeshadow and dark eyeliner to enhance her chocolate eyes.

Little butterflies danced in her stomach at the thought of Isaac finding her beautiful.

"Are you ready to go? I think your dad might be watching us through binoculars from the upstairs window."

She laughed, the sound making Isaac smile. "You're probably right. I can't wait to see where you're taking me. I hope I'm not too dressed up for it."

He glanced down at his black button-down and slacks. "I think you're perfect."

Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

"You're so pretty when you blush, you know that?"

She ducked her head and lightly pushed him away. "What were you saying about leaving?"

Isaac opened the passenger door for her and helped her into the car, letting her get herself settled before shutting the door and jogging to the driver's side.

The engine rumbled softly as he clicked his seatbelt into place. He shifted the car into drive and looked over at her.

"Are you ready for this? I can still take you back inside. You don't have to come with me."

His consideration was sweet, but she was ready for the new stage of her life, and Isaac might just be the beginning of that new stage.

"I'm ready."

Sorry to leave you on a bit of a cliffhanger there. I am already in the middle of chapter 5 and hope to have it posted either this weekend or next week. Thank you for reading!

xo, 4themoonshot