Aria spent lots of time on her new bruises and scrapes she had unhappily gained from her training session with Issac and Derek. No more skirts for her. Her legs looked like they'd been thrown through a wood chipper. That might have been a little dramatic, but hey. Aria grabs her school bag and waits by the door for Stiles while idly checking her phone.

"Stiles! We're going to be late!" Aria calls up the stairs, impatiently leaning against the wall. So, her car had some strange engine failure so now she was without a car. So back to driving to school with Stiles. Her Dad was nice enough to send it to the mechanics but they said it'd take them a week. So one week of being late everyday.

Stiles finally charges down the stairs, lazily slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I'm ready! Wait - where are my keys?!"

Aria jangles them in front of her, "Right here." She tosses them to him and he catches them, "We're going to be late, Stiles. Why can't you just wake up at a normal time? Like normal people?"

"5:30 AM is not a normal time, Aria!" Stiles says, jogging into the kitchen and shoving a piece of toast into his mouth, "See you later, Dad!" He calls to the sheriff sitting at the kitchen table.

"You're late." Their Dad calls to him.

Aria groans, "Damn it, Stiles!"

Stiles ignores her, instead pushing open the door and letting the morning air greet them. He jogs to the blue jeep, tossing his bag into the backseat. Aria climbs in, shutting the hollow door behind her.

Stiles starts the jeep and pulls out of their driveway, "So I see you're finally wearing pants, like a normal person."

"Normal people wear skirts too, Stiles."

"Not my little sister."

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Stop being all over-protective. Not everyone is looking up my skirt, you know." Aria rolls her eyes, resting her forearm on the window.

"Oh no, just Issac and Derek."

Aria's cheeks flame, "What? Stiles that's gross. They're teaching me how to defend myself - not sex ed." She protests, glaring at him. Though her cheeks won't go down in temperature.

Stiles nods sarcastically, "Uh huh, sure. Trust me, I've seen where they've been looking, and it's not innocent." Stiles guffaws, "Far from innocent, seriously. You should just let Scott teach you!"

Aria rolls her eyes, "Who's to say he's not looking up my skirt too?"

Stiles's eyes widen, "Has he been doing that?"

"That's a joke, Stiles."

"Uh-huh, sure it is, what aren't you telling me?!" He asks frantically, pulling into the school parking lot. The minute he parks Aria quickly throws open her door, hopping out. He frantically meets her pace, "Aria! ARIA!"

Aria rolls her eyes again for what feels like the millionth time, "Stiles, you really are getting ridiculous."

"Hey, I'm sorry that I don't appreciate my best friend to be looking up my sister's skirt! No more skirts! When we get home, I am going to rip them up and sew quilts out of them or something!"

"Quilts?"

"Hey, at least we can stay warm."

"I have to get to Chemistry and explain to them my big brother is a half wit who can't look at a clock." Aria says, entering the school building.

"Got it, got it. See you at Lunch, okay?"

"Got it."

Aria walks into Chemistry, profusely apologizing to her teacher as she takes a seat beside Lydia. "Stiles made me late." Aria grumbles, taking out the packet they were supposed to be working on in class.

Lydia finishes filing her nails, "Figured as much. So twin day is coming up, and as you know, it's our tradition to dress up as each other. So what were you thinking? I was thinking leopard print."

"No skirts." Aria grumbles, resting her face in her palm as she quickly scribbles down answers.

"What?! Where did this new conservative side come from?"

"Trust me, it's not by choice. I've been recieving lethal alpha training from Derek, who has since ripped my leggings and tore up my legs. So these are no longer on display." Aria grumbles.

"That sounds kind of kinky."

"Ew, Lydia, please, not you too. Stiles already thinks I'm staging some threesome with Issac and Derek." Aria sighs, finishing the packet in record time.

"Ew! Did he say that?"

"In more words, I believe he described it as sex ed, which I think makes it even more creepier." Aria turns to look at Lydia, swiveling on her stool. Then she sees something out of the corner of her eye, the Twins, "When did they transfer into this class?"

"Today. They're cute, right? Take your pick, I already called the straight one." Lydia grins.

Aria turns around quickly, "Lydia, those guys are from the Alpha pack."

"Ooo, so they're bad boys. Kinky."

Aria quickly takes out her phone, texting Derek, yeah so the twins might have transferred into my Chemistry class. That tripping technique better come in handy.

She slides her phone back into her jeans, "Not kinky, Lydia. Stop thinking everything is kinky." Aria scolds, nervously scratching her temple, "When does this class get out?"

"Not for twenty minutes, why? Did you just text Derek to jump him in the janitor's closet?"

"Oh my god, stop talking. What is up with you today?"

Lydia shrugs, "I need more fun in my life. I'm already eyeing one guy that can offer that." She waves at one of the Twins in the back. "Besides, you need more fun too, I'm just planting the seeds. As cute you and Lahey could be, you and Derek would be so much sexier, so much more forbidden. Tell me you wouldn't be all over that in a heartbeat."

"You're really dancing on my gag reflex, Lydia." Aria says, itching her temple, "When the bell rings, you need to distract them."

Lydia smiles at Aria, "You didn't even have to ask."

Aria checks her phone to see Derek texted her back. I'm not getting you new leggings, first off. I hope that tripping idea works because otherwise you're doomed. I'm caught up in something right now and loverboy won't be much help.

Aria texts him back, No worries, I have a little strawberry blonde distraction in place, and you said I didn't have survival skills.

Aria slides her phone back into her pocket before the teacher can catch her. She eyes the clock to see nearly 20 minutes have passed. She begins packing her stuff and Lydia happily saunters off to be her distraction.

The bell rings and Aria bolts in the calmest fashion she can. She spots Scott in the hallway and beelines for him.

"Where's the fire?" He jokes, closing his locker.

"The twins are in my Chemistry class." Aria explains, "Lydia's being the distraction but that only works for the straight one."

"Are you trying to ask me to flirt with the gay one?"

"Of course not. You're only appealing to Danny." Aria says, then she gives him a small smile, "No offense or anything. I figured since we have Econ together, we could walk together, and no that's not a plea for help in a Damsel like fashion."

Scott nods, "Sure it isn't."

They walk to Econ together, Aria is hopelessly relieved to realize that the Twins haven't transferred into her class also. Scott takes a seat next to Stiles and Aria sits in front of Stiles.

"What's this about?" Stiles asks tentatively. "Aria you're not even wearing a skirt today." Stiles leans in to whisper into her ear.

Aria rolls her eyes, "No worries, just the creepy Alpha twins have transferred into my Chem class, so Scott acted as my savior."

Stiles nods, leaning back in his seat, though she was sure his face was laced in some protective form of anger.

Aria's walking down the hallway when she's yanked into a closet. She glances up into the mischevious eyes of Issac Lahey. "Don't do that, in case you didn't know, I'm currently a wanted fugitive amongst the Alphas. Now is not the time to do impromptu yanking."

"Argh I hate closets." Issac idly comments, ignoring her statement before, "What class do you have right now?"

"Uh, lunch. Pretty hard, can't quite pass it." Aria jokes, "Hey, do me a favor, tell Stiles you're not looking up my skirt so I can start wearing them again."

Issac's eyes widen, "He caught me?"

Aria hits him, "You've actually been doing that?!"

Issac grins, "No, of course not. I'm just kidding around." He rubs his shoulder, where she hit him, "Ouch, you pack a mighty fine punch, darling."

"Darling? When did we hit the pet name part of this relationship?"

Issac ignores her, "Hey, no tracker."

"Hey, big brother." Aria says, "He's expecting me to be there."

"Text him."

Aria pulls out her phone which illuminates the dark space they lodged themselves into. Hey Stiles, I have some homework I have to do, lunch is not a quiet place to do it. Meet me after school in the library?

Issac's smile grows as she tucks her phone into her back pocket, "Now that we're done with that." He wraps his arms around her waist, "I think it's time we had a little fun of our own."

Aria's smile matches his as she leans up on her tip toes to press her lips against his. His arms wrap tighter around her waist so her toes don't give out on her. His lips pull and tease hers and he shoves her against the wall, his breathing becoming more labored as the kisses got more steamy. He breaks away from her lips to trail kisses down her throat. Aria moans when he hits a sweet spot without her own consent. His hands on her waist seem to tighten, taking the fabric of her shirt and clenching it in his fists. Revealing her soft milky skin above her pants button.

"Now I really wish you'd worn a skirt today." Issac breathes against her skin.

"Just shut up and kiss me." Aria says, grabbing his face and bringing it back to hers. Their lips colliding again, her fingers knotting in his hair. Then, the janitor's door opens and in the doorway stands the janitor.

"Kids." He grumbles, "Come on, get out."

Aria releases Issac immediately, her face flushing. She quickly stumbles out first, followed by Issac.

"Nasty nasty kids and their hormones..." The janitor is still grumbling as he grabs out a mop, he makes a point to lock the door when he leaves.

"Not embarassing at all." Aria mumbles. Though Issac is chuckling beside her.