Okay, guys thanks for all the reviews :D keep 'em coming because I love hearing feedback from all of you good or bad. Okay, so obviously my story is AU because Derek has been the Alpha for more than a year because Isaac has been a werewolf for a year. Laura is still alive (she never died) in my story and the werewolves all live in a house owned by Derek called the DeVoue Manor (u like?)

Anyway, details aside enjoy the story :)

Claire

As Wednesday bubbles around, I'm still angry at Isaac – but what does he expect?

He toys with my emotions, twisting me into loving him and then makes me go back to loathing him again. My blood is singing with longing but this is my wolf's reaction to Isaac's wolf side. I still hate him, but it is beginning to feign. Full moon was Saturday and I can already feel the wolf pulling inside, clawing just below the surface.

Waiting at the bus stop that morning was bad for my mental health. Allowing me time alone to think was dangerous in any case but with all that had gone on with Isaac the other day and the fresh fear of hunters plus another shapeshifter in town had my mind racing with thousands of colliding scenarios. What if the hunters found out I was in town? That I'd joined Derek's pack? I'd narrowly avoided them in the forest because of Isaac.

Isaac. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to think of anything other than that name.

The sun was peeking out over the horizon, making the sky look like tissue paper set on fire. The sky was beginning to get its blue back however, a far cry from yesterday when it had hammered down with rain. I breathed in the clean air that generated its way towards me from the woods. It smelt good, like home.
My head was pounding. I hadn't got any sleep last night at all and I really needed to stop self-medicating with caffeine. Even as I thought it, I took a sip of my Coke and the thought melted away. I needed little perks like this. It was the only thing that was going to keep me sane.

Full moon. Full moon. Full moon.

It was all I could think about ever since moving here.

I had been fine every month for each year for nine year. Why Saturday would be any different was beyond me. Surviving for so long was a testament to something at least, when pretty much every omega I'd met along the way was dead.

I slipped onto the bus, opting for a seat towards the back. For most of the ride I stared out the window. I didn't even react to the boy next to me until he started getting up. I glanced in his direction, and saw a familiar face threatening the boy. Their words were muffled by Fall Out Boy but I could see from the kid's eyes he was practically terrified.
Isaac sat next to me. I wanted to get away from him. Now. I made to brush past him, but he caught my elbow and squeezed my arm so hard it almost spasmed. "No," his eyes were practically glowing, "Sit."
I shrugged my arm off of him but sat back down so I didn't cause a scene. I scanned his eyes. They were cool and calculating, like the Isaac I had met on the bus two days ago or the boy who had attacked me in the forest. The inside of my wrist began to feel strangely warm from where he'd touched it yesterday in the café.
"What do you want from me?" my voice sounded shrill even to my own ears. "I told you if you came near me again-"
He shot his glance around the passengers. They were all absorbed in their own little words, too engrossed in their texting to notice two werewolves about to face off. "So do it," he snarled and his eyes danced with amber light. My heart thundered and I could feel the wolf pulling for control, urging me to scratch his eyes out. I shut my eyes tight and Isaac laughed. I tried to block out the intimidating sound so my wolf didn't feel threatened, but it was a hard job. I should be used to it. Isaac had a way of flipping from one mood to another as fast as I could switch from savory to sweet at a party.
Isaac – confident, overwhelming, a little vindictive, sarcastic, broody and most of all arrogant. Too egotistical. Thinking he'll always get his own way. "You see, you really, really made me look like an idiot yesterday." – He didn't need any help to look like an idiot but now was not an appropriate time to pint that out – "But I'm willing to overlook that. If you do me a favor."
I glared at him hotly for a moment. What could possibly possess him to want anything off me? "Okay," I said very slowly, are you going to elaborate or do you just want me to guess?"
"I need you to date me." He said in a rush of words that I barely caught. At first I wasn't sure I'd heard right.
"What?"
He groaned. "You heard me," he growled, "I… need….you…to…date…me."
I laugh because it seems like the appropriate thing to do. But when his face doesn't flicker, I stop. "You kidding, right?" I said deadpan. He doesn't respond. "How about no."
"Oh, for fuck's sake, not for real," he rolls his eyes, "It's just – Laura's coming and Erica bet me I couldn't get a girlfriend before she got here."
Now I was even more confused. "Who's Laura?"
"Derek's sister," Isaac replied, "Look, long story. She was the Alpha and then she wasn't. That's not the point. I need to win this bet with Erica. She does all my homework, for a month."
"What happens if you lose?"
"She – she gets to destroy my Xbox with a sledge hammer." His face is pained.
I let out a chortled laugh. "I'll be watching that then."
"No, you're gunna help me," he whispered lowly. He leaned into my space, so I could feel his lips as he spoke the words close to my ear. "Because if you don't, I'm going to rip your vocal cords out." He makes the threat sound sexy, which is sick, I know, but I can't help a shiver. His nose nudges my ear and I hear him inhaling. It should be creepy. Instead it's kind of reassuring.
"So," I told him very slowly, trying to piece everything together. "You need a fake significant other, a fake partner….and you chose me because? We're not exactly best buds to begin with…"
"I don't have anyone else to ask," his cheeks flush red. Is he blushing? "And Laura will like you. She's the only one keeping the pack in line, you know. Derek acts like the big, bad Alpha but really it's his sister. She's coming back into town to help. You remind me of her."
I liked to think that was a compliment, but seeing as I hadn't actually met her yet, I didn't really want people jumping to hasty conclusions about me.
"Nope," I said, my eyes gleaming with sadistic joy. His hand wraps around my leg giving it a squeeze but I crush it beneath my grip. "Hands off, Beta boy."
"I'll take you to Taco Bell," he offered.
Tempting. Very tempting. "Still don't want to do it."
"I'll pay you," he replied. His oceanic eyes connected with mine, filled with steely determination. "Three hundred bucks."
"Six hundred." Because screw ethics. And I happen to know he's got to be loaded, judging by his limited edition Converse.
Isaac rolls his eyes, "Are you all about the money?"
"Yes," I smile sweetly. I haven't got a job yet, so this is the perfect opportunity to cash in, "Six hundred."
"Four hundred." He barters.
"Six hundred."
"Three hundred now," he confirms, "And three hundred if we pull this off."
"Four hundred now," I translate, "Two hundred when we pull it off."
He glares at me for a long moment, then shrugs his shoulders and pulls out his wallet from his back pocket. A stupid place to keep it, considering he was running from hunters/shapeshifters most of the time. He counted the bills in front of me, his wallet brimming with them, until he forced a wad of cash into my hand. "There," he spat. Then something flickered across his face. He leaned forward in the seat, hands wrapping around the metal back of my own chair so he could run his lips across my cheek. They wavered close to my lips, but he pulled away too soon. "My house, tonight. Don't be late."
He got up, swinging his backpack over one shoulder. "Don't forget the dog food, sweetheart!" I called sarcastically, loud enough for most of the bus to hear. Isaac flashes his canines at me and then leaves.

I floated around for the rest of the day. I did a quiz in Calculus which I found out quickly I sucked at and that my mathematical skills were a complete failure to the world. I read a poem aloud in English and got patterned up with Ella for a Biology project on micro-organisms. I also opted for eating lunch with Ella, rather than sitting with Isaac and his friends. Ella had been my friend first and she needed me.
"So," Ella said around a mouth full of ham and cheese, "I was thinking amoeba."
"Huh?"
"Yeah," she elaborates though I'm not really listening, "They get in through swimmer's noses then eat their brains."
"That's nice for you."
"Yeah, I was also thinking of setting my hair on fire, if you don't mind."
"That's good."
I was staring at Isaac who was glaring at me from across the room. Obviously, if we were going to pull off this couple thing, I had to play my part. Hating myself, I forced myself to turn to Ella with a smile. "Sorry, I'm distracted," I told her, "It's just – I'm dating Isaac."
Ella almost spat her drink at me. "What?!" she demanded, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"He only did it today on the bus," I leaned in closer, "It's not real. He placed a bet with Erica, and paid me to be his girlfriend."
Ella's smile faltered, but she regained her composure. "Oh," she said, "That's…nice. Shouldn't you – uh – be sitting with him?"
"Good idea," I amended, "Come on."
"Oh, I – I don't think-!" Ella's eyes were going round with apprehension, "Claire, no! No, Claire! No!" she complained as I grabbed my tray in one hand and her wrist in the other. She was protesting, trying to unclamp my hand from hers. Ella was painfully shy and I felt like a bit of a bitch dragging her along but no way was I going to leave her sitting there like a complete loner.
"Hey guys," I noticed my pleasant voice didn't sound forced, which was a shock. "This is Ella. She was the first person I made friends with." I add the last bit as a guilt trip. They know they somehow failed me by not intercepting me before I got into contact with "unnecessary" humans and therefore Ella has become my form of Stiles except I'm not dating her and hopefully she'll never find out about me. "Do you find if we sit with you?"
"Not at all," Erica practically purred. "In fact, you can tell me all about your little romance with Isaac."
Boyd grinned at Isaac who smirked at me. Ella raised an eyebrow at me, but I stamped on her foot. A clear message: keep your mouth shut. Wincing slightly she sat down next to Boyd and I did the coupley-thing of sitting next to Isaac. I banged my tray down so hard it rattled. Ella gives me a look. I can tell what she's saying. I need to relax. I'm too tense.

I'll admit it, okay. I don't want to blow it.

Isaac doesn't reach for my hand at first. He's too focused on the bag of chips in his hand to notice me. But without any real planning, I find our skin connecting. I don't even know how it happened. I was talking to Boyd and Ella and then I can feel the light contact of his skin, tracing over the word 'believe' on my wrist.
Boyd nudged Erica, "You see, I told you. Only people who love each other pretend to hate each other." I want to tell him to shut up, but that would ruin the plan and would mean I'd only have four hundred bucks. Maybe it was worth it, or maybe, secretly, I wanted to be with Isaac.

No, definitely not.

"Yeah, but are you going to fool Laura?" Erica asked Isaac bluntly.
"What?" I babble.
Boyd and Erica exchange a look. Isaac gives them a pissed-off glare. Obviously they weren't supposed to mention that little something. "What?" I demand.
"Isaac kind of told Laura about you ages ago," Erica confirmed, "Well, not you, but he did say he had a girlfriend. So, you guys have got – what? – a few days to prepare."
I whirl on Isaac and hit him so hard he almost falls off his chair. "Idiot!" I howl and punch him again, pronouncing each insult clearly, "Idiot! Dumbass! Moron! Asshole! Jerk!" Erica is in fits of uncontrollable laughter and Boyd is giggling. Ella is close to tears, she's laughing so hard. I've never seen my friends so happy. But I can't join in their happiness because I'm freaking out. We've got dates to memorize, inside jokes to create, shared interests (not that we have any) to go over, arguments to flesh out.

I wonder if I kick him in the nuts now, would that be classed as domestic violence?

"Calm down." Isaac's trying to seem serious but he's suppressing a laugh and when he hugs me, his shoulders vibrate. "There, there."
I can't help but smile too. Yes, Isaac is a dumbass. Yes, we've got a few days to pull the wool over the eyes of the Alpha's big sister but for the first time in what seems like years, I feel like I belong.
Tears well in my eyes. I'm choked with emotion. I grasp onto him like a lifeline and he freezes. "Thank you." I murmur like a child and he softens against me, melting like butter.
"For what?" he asks gently.
"For being my friend," I drop my voice so only he can hear, "Don't think this changes anything f.y.i, your still a dick and I hate you..." my voice is louder, "But, I haven't had one of those before."
"You do now." The voice surprises me. I look at Ella, who has spoken. The trio that has formed: Erica, Boyd and Ella are all grinning.
"Come on, guys," Boyd says cheerfully, "School blows. Let's go have some fun!"
Erica's eyes are like fire, "Hell's yes!"