Isaac's nurse told Annabel that visiting hours were over and seemed to take great pleasure in shoving her out of the room. Annabel stood outside the ward, dazed, and then looked at Allison.
'Why were you in there before me? He's my boyfriend, not yours.' Allison looked away; she didn't want to have this conversation.
'You wouldn't know, and he told me you guys aren't together anyway.' She replied curtly.
'What?' This revelation throws Annabel off balance. She blinks, realising what Allison was getting at. 'You bitch! You slept with him didn't you!' Allison half smiled at the memories of his strong, knowing hands and their rhythmic moans as their worlds collided.
'I knew it! You're such a slut!' Annabel launched herself at Allison, but Allison had been here in beacon hills, training, since she was born. Annabel, living it up in San Francisco, had not. It was clear who was better and it sure as hell wasn't Annabel.
Allison's fist met Annabel's jaw with a resounding cracking sound and Annabel retaliated by elbowing Allison's throat. It was a dirty trick but it was enough to give her the upper hand, if only for a second. But she used it to her full advantage by swinging her leg around and roundhouse kicking her twin I the face. The noise from this told them both it was definitely going to leave a bruise.
A nurse pulled them from one another and Allison saw it was Scott's mother.
'What's going on Allison?' She asked, worried by the display of anger and violence. Allison turned to her and sighed. 'Isaac.' The statement said everything and Melissa just shook her head.
'I think you all need to sit down and talk. But for now, you're both going to have to head home. I'll tell you when he'd being released.' She turned on her heel and walked back down the white corridor. Allison was the first girl to move, and left the building, closely followed by her twin.
'I can't believe you would do that to me! You knew we were together, even if Isaac doesn't think so. And you act like I'm the bitch.' Annabel yelled. Allison immediately felt awful but she couldn't let Annabel win; she had always been competitive.
'You knew he was one of my best friends and it was bound to happen! It was your fault really.' Allison replied. Her argument was weak but she actually didn't care anymore. She just wanted to win.
'That makes no sense and anyway, he was the one who kissed me!' Allison stumbled. She was sure that couldn't be true. He loved her, didn't he?
'Go back to San Francisco! No one wants you here!' she yelled, finally losing her temper. 'Go away Annabel!' Allison ran off to her car and drove away without a second thought.
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Allison added the final touches to her makeup. Her bruise from the previous night's fight was showing, a big purple blotch around her right eye. She was lucky she hadn't broken her nose. I wish she would just leave; she's ruining everything for me Allison thought. She really wanted nothing more than to be with Isaac and for Annabel to disappear again.
Allison left her room and headed downstairs. Isaac was getting released today, but the McCall's had a relative over and he couldn't stay with them. Allison needed to convince her father to let Isaac stay at their house; he would have nowhere else to go if she didn't.
She got to the kitchen to find that Annabel had beaten her to it.
'Okay, Annabel, he can stay here. But if he so much as touches you, he's out. Understood?' Chris Argent asked.
'I can't promise anything dad!' Annabel replied with a cheeky smile as she headed out of the door to go and get Isaac.
'Hey, Allison, is there something you wanted to talk about?' Her father asked.
'Uh, no, not really, but I guess I might as well ask when training starts again, Annabel's had her time off, I think she needs to start training again.' Replied Allison. If she got her dad to start it again, she could show him how much better she was than Annabel.
'Probably tomorrow, I think Isaac should join us too, to make it clear how much of a threat werewolves pose when they aren't on our side.' Her dad replied, before leaving the kitchen and going upstairs. He got migraines often and retreated to bed to deal with them. Allison knew it was seeing Annabel that put him in this state; she reminded him too much of mom. And he was still reeling at the loss of her.
Allison shook her head; it was another reason Annabel had to leave and never come back. She sighed and headed back to her room. Putting on a good Vicetone track, she began sketching a picture of her deceased mother.
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An hour later, Annabel and Isaac stood in the hall of her house laughing at a joke he'd just made. He was carrying a suitcase of the things he thought he would need for the next week and a half, until he could go back to living at the McCall's.
He couldn't believe it had taken them an hour to get all his stuff, but then again they had been somewhat distracted. He realised he couldn't choose out of the twins now; he loved them both. He knew he couldn't have them and resolved to have chosen one before the end of his stay in their house.
He loved Allison's laugh, and the sex was indeed incredible, Isaac wondered how Scott had been able to let her go. But Annabel was funny and fashionable and a better kisser. He had no idea how he would be able to choose between the two, but this week was going to be the perfect opportunity to find out which of the girls he should really be with.
Annabel led Isaac up to the spare bedroom where he dropped his stuff before she kissed him. She broke away and whispered, 'you probably won't be sleeping here anyway, but just in case.'
Isaac searched Annabel's face. He had heard her guess that he'd slept with Allison, but she hadn't said anything to him about it. So Isaac decided he would.
'Are you mad at me?' He asked, being as vague as possible.
'A little bit,' Annabel conceded, 'but I don't care that you slept with her, because it obviously meant nothing, right?'
'Uh, I guess…' Evidently this had been the right answer because Annabel dragged him into her room with the intention of proving she was better than Allison.