I've got nothing left to prove:
Scott doesn't say anything about Homecoming, and you and Isaac take your cues from him and pretend that nothing happened. He looks at you strangely sometimes, when he thinks you aren't paying attention, and that bothers you, it's true, but you tell yourself that it's better he thinks you're a weirdo instead of Isaac. Other than that he seems much happier than he was the week before. With the full moon come and gone and seemingly no repercussions from his change to True Alpha-hood or whatever, he seems a lot more carefree. It makes you happier than you thought it would to see him so unburdened and you resolve to suppress your weird attraction to him as much as possible. He doesn't need any more drama in his life.
Except he doesn't seem to realize that when he invites Erica and Boyd to sit with you at lunch. Isaac seems pleased, and he and Scott try very hard to keep the conversation going, but the rest of you are not amused. You and Lydia aren't going to forgive Erica any time soon for breaking Lydia's nose last year and Stiles just seems mad about more competition for Scott's attention.
"So why isn't Cora at school?" Scott asks conversationally, taking a drink of his Gatorade. "She's our age, right?"
"Yeah, but she hasn't been in school for a while," Boyd explains with a shrug. "And she doesn't really want to go back."
"So what does she do all day?" Stiles asks peevishly. "What does Derek do all day for that matter?"
Both Erica and Boyd pause and look at him blankly.
"You know, I have no idea," Boyd says finally.
You let out a snort of laughter before you think better of it.
"Find that funny?" Erica snaps defensively, her bright red lips pursed disapprovingly.
"Yeah, a little," you reply coolly, because of course Derek wouldn't do anything useful like have a job.
"Allison, don't," Isaac mutters next to you.
You hold up your hands in surrender and don't say anything else, but Erica is still glaring at you while Boyd looks extremely uncomfortable.
"Well, this has been fun," Lydia says, throwing her napkin down onto her empty plate. "Let's never do this again."
"Lydia," Scott says reprovingly, looking hurt.
"I'm sorry, am I supposed to pretend that this is going well?" Lydia asks, raising her eyebrows pointedly at him. "She broke my nose last year, for absolutely no reason. And now you think we should be friends?"
Scott looks conflicted and then turns to Erica. "She does have a point," he says calmly.
"Because she's a bitch," Erica says unapologetically and to be honest you're a bit surprised how angry she seems when Lydia is the victim here. Did Lydia do something to her? It's not...completely implausible.
"Better than some unemployed loser's guard dog," Lydia sneers. "Or maybe that's not all you are. Maybe he keeps you around for other reasons."
Boyd shoots to his feet so fast you jerk back and shock and almost fall off the bench. "You shut your mouth," he snarls, eyes flashing yellow.
"Lydia!" Scott says, horrified.
"Please, like that's the first time she's heard that," Lydia says dismissively, waving her hand at Erica, who's expression is closed and hostile. "You think no one around here noticed Derek Hale picking you up in that Camaro last year? And look at what you wear," she says gesturing at her lowcut corset-like top.
"Lydia, that's enough!" Scott says sharply, looking angry and disgusted.
Lydia rolls her eyes and gets up, heading across the school yard back inside without another word.
There's a long silence after she leaves and you look down at your plate and spear a limp green bean with your fork just for something to do.
"I told you she's a bitch," Erica says harshly, voice shaking a little and Boyd sits back down next to her stiffly.
"You did break her nose," you say flatly, still looking down at her plate.
"So? That was months ago," Erica retorts, clearly having studied at the Derek Hale school of thought, where violence has no consequence.
"She shouldn't have said that to you," Scott says harshly and when you look up his expression is set, while Erica's wavers a bit uncertainly. You've seen that expression before, worn it yourself. You wonder if you should start calling it the Scott McCall Effect.
"And she won't again, not if she doesn't want her nose broken a second time," Boyd says angrily. You've never seen him lose his temper and you have to admit it's more than a little intimidating.
"There has been enough violence," Scott says, tone brokering no argument. "I'll go talk to her."
He gets up and goes back into the school. You wonder vaguely if you should follow him, but decide against it. You trust Scott alone with Lydia. And anyway, you wouldn't have anything useful to contribute. It's not like Lydia said anything you didn't agree with, though you would never say any of it aloud. You had wondered about Erica after Derek turned her, after she started wearing those slutty clothes. Worried about her, that Derek might have taken advantage of her in more ways than one. You don't think it's true, especially since it became clear that Erica and Boyd are dating, but it doesn't surprise you that you aren't the only one wondering what's going on there. You don't see why Lydia had to use it as an insult, though. It's not particularly funny.
"Jeez, and I thought we were done with almost tearing each other's throats out," Stiles says, looking at all of them skeptically. "Just my luck."
Erica scoffs, but the rest of you say nothing. You glance over at Isaac and see his eyes trained on his plate of spaghetti, grip tight around his fork.
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.
You see Scott in the library after school, sitting at one of the tables with his head bent over his Pre-Calc textbook and head over to him without planning at all what you're going to say.
"Hey," you say, dropping your backpack down next to the table leg and sitting down in the seat across from him.
"Hey," he says, raising his head to look at you in confusion. "I thought you were giving Isaac a ride to work today. I have a group project in Spanish I have to work on this afternoon."
"He didn't tell me," you say, pulling out your phone to text him. "Where's the rest of your group?"
"Not here yet," he says with a shrug.
Then why are you still here? you wonder. If you had a project and your peers didn't show you would just leave. This possibly explains your mediocre grades.
"How'd talking to Lydia go?" you ask, looking down at your phone while you text Isaac instead of at him.
"She didn't tell you?"
You shrug. Lydia had pretended she didn't hear you when you asked after lunch, so you figured that conversation wasn't going to happen.
"I just asked her to, you know, at least make an effort to be polite," Scott says, voice a little tight. "I don't see why we can't just all get along. It's really not that hard."
You look up at him mid-text, your stomach squirming uncomfortably for some reason. He has an irritated expression on his face, but it falls away once he realizes you're staring at him.
"Not all of us can be as forgiving as you," you say as lightly as possible.
"I'm not asking anyone to forg-" Scott starts and then sags a little in his seat. "Or maybe I am, I dunno. I'm just sick of all the fighting. We all have to live together, we might as well get used to it."
You can't tell if that's naïvete or practicality, you realize, and want to climb into his lap.
"I know you didn't do anything," he continues and the this time is implied. "But if you could just, I don't know, try to be less...hostile, it would just really help."
You don't want to be less hostile, because the people you're hostile to deserve it, but you suppose that asking you to play nice doesn't mean asking you to forgive them.
"Okay," you say and shrug. You finish your text to Isaac and put your phone down on the table. "What's your Spanish project on?"
"Uh, we're supposed to do a skit," Scott says, frowning a little and you fight to keep your face blank. You're supposed to be friends. Friends do normal things like ask about each other's homework, right? Why is he acting like it's weird? Other than the fact you came onto him last week. It's frustrating that you can't just erase it, make it never have happened at all. You know it's going to take time for it to fade away into some vague memory, but you hate it when he looks at you with that wary, confused look that says he's not really sure what your intentions are.
Where are you? Isaac responds.
Library, you reply quickly and look back up at Scott neutrally.
"Good luck," you persist, trying to sound interested. "I always hated doing skits. Half the time you get those people in your group who never want to do any work."
"Yeah," Scott says with a sigh. "I always get the people who think I'm going to do all the work for them. Freshman year people thought I spoke Spanish at home and kept trying to get me to help them with their homework."
"Really?" you say with a wince, though inwardly you note that, no, Scott doesn't speak Spanish. It's not that you thought he did, thought about it at all really, but it sounds like something that's bothered him in the past.
"Yeah," he says ruefully and shrugs. "So how're classes going for you?"
"Okay," you say and try not to cringe at the thought of them. "My grades are better than last year so far, but I still need to step it up for midterms. Econ's probably the hardest for me. It's a core class here, but I've never taken it before."
"I can help you, if you want," Scott offers kindly, though a bit more hesitantly than is probably normal for him. "I mean, I know Lydia'd probably be better, but I'm usually pretty good in Econ."
"Lydia is a terrible tutor," you tell him and he fights to suppress a grin. "I'm serious, she just says "Allison, read the book, it's so obvious!""
"Okay," he says with a snort. "So what do you usually have troub-"
"Hey," Isaac says from behind you and you turn around to see him loping towards you. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you I needed a ride."
"No problem," you say, getting up and picking up your backpack. "Good luck," you tell Scott again and give him a brief smile.
"See you at home," Isaac tells Scott cheerfully and turns back towards the library entrance. Scott watches him leave, a faint frown of puzzlement coming over his face for no reason you can see.
"Yeah, see you," he says vaguely as you turn away as well, and you feel his eyes on you the whole way to the door.
"Hey, you wanna go out for dinner tonight or see a movie, get a motel room?" Isaac asks after school the next day, popping an Icebreaker into his mouth as you walk to your car.
"Uh, I mean, we could," you reply, not particularly interested because you're not really in the mood for sex right now. You kind of want to head over to Lydia's and veg out on stupid TV shows. "Why?"
You don't usually make plans to go out for dinner, you just do when you're hungry. This sounds all official, like a date.
"I mean, it could be fun," Isaac says, turning around to look at you and walking backwards across the parking lot. "It's, well, it's my birthday today, so I was wondering if we could do something."
"Your birthday?" you say incredulously. "Isaac. Why didn't you say anything?"
He shrugs and turns back around to walk forward again. "It's not that big a deal."
"Yes, it is," you say, striding forward to catch up with him and nearly getting knocked over by an overenthusiastic freshman on the way to her carpool. "You should have told me."
"I just did."
"Like, a while ago," you clarify. "Did you tell Scott? Or his mom?"
"No," he says, giving you a strange look, and yeah, okay, it would be weird if he just announced it to them, like he expected them to do something. He was uncomfortable enough with Scott's mother's refusal to accept any money to pay for food or utilities.
"So how's being seventeen feel?" you ask him, reaching for his hand and clasping it warmly.
The left side of his mouth quirks up at you. "Why? You've been seventeen for months."
"Almost ten months," you correct and grin as he rolls his eyes. "C'mon, let's go celebrate."
You go out to see 50/50, which is actually better than you thought it'd be. You strong-arm Isaac into treating him to a steakhouse for dinner, head to the usual motel, and blow him in the front seat of your car before you can even get a room.
"Good birthday?" you say when he falls face first onto the bed, not even bothering to kick off his shoes.
"Uh huh," he mumbles into the comforter and you smirk in triumph, closing the door behind you and going into the bathroom to rinse out your mouth. After you're done you take off your boots and flop down beside him on the bed, running your hand down his back.
He turns his head to the side to look at you and scoots over so that his face is only inches from yours. "Hey," he say gently, reaching over to put his hand on your waist. "You wanna...?"
"I'm kinda tired," you admit, leaning forward to press your forehead against shoulder, his skin very hot even through the fabric of his terrible maroon t-shirt. You're pretty sure it's one of Scott's old ones.
"Can I go down on you?" he asks hopefully, fingers tracing the hem of your wool sweater.
You pause to consider this. You're a little wet from sucking him off earlier and lying back and letting him eat you out doesn't sound like it would expend that much energy.
"Yeah, okay," you say, and Isaac beams and slides his hands up your shirt.
Half an hour later you're curled together under the covers watching bad TV when Isaac's phone (an old one of Lydia's instead of the terrible prepaid one) buzzes in his jeans discarded next to the bed. He leans over the side to pick them up and fishes it out of his pocket, before lying back down beside you and holding it up to his ear.
"Hey, Scott," he says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you turn the volume down on the TV.
"Hey," you hear Scott say on the other end. "Are you working today? What time are you coming home, 'cause it's almost nine, so I was wondering..."
"I'll be back late," Isaac replies and looks amused when you bring the sheets up to cover your boobs, feeling a little too naked to be listening to Scott's unsuspecting voice over the phone. "You want me to pick something up on the way home?"
"Nah, it's okay, I was just wondering where you were, because I know you don't usually work on Thursdays anymore," Scott says and you watch Isaac's expression go very soft, and feel a rush of gratitude for Scott, for him caring.
It's possibly why Isaac says next: "No, I'm not working, I'm just at the Rosebud motel with Allison."
"...oh," Scott says, sounding mortified. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry, I'll let you go," and hangs up the phone before Isaac can respond.
"Really?" you say, frowning at Isaac, because you don't have to remind Scott you're sleeping together. It seems likely to push the whole getting-back-to-normal thing back.
"It's not like he won't be able to smell it anyway," Isaac says with an uncaring shrug and puts his phone on the bedside table.
"Gross," you complain, because you hate the reminder that werewolves can smell everything, even incredibly awkward things like your period or if you've worn the same jeans too many days in a row. Isaac's such a baby about it too; he'd complained for a week when you changed your shampoo over the summer.
"Sometimes," Isaac agrees and then burrows his nose in your neck like a dog and inhales deeply.
I should not find you attractive, you think somewhat resentfully, and kiss his temple before turning the volume back on the new episode of the Simpsons.
You're just dozing off when there's a loud knocking sound at the door and you sit up immediately, heart pounding as you think frantically that your parents have found you and that they're here to drag Isaac outside and shoot him in the head.
"It's Scott," Isaac says in confusion and hops out of bed, pulling on his boxers as he makes his way to the door, barely giving you time to pull the sheets up to your chest. "What happened?" he asks seriously as he pulls the door open.
Scott is breathing heavily, face set, and for a second you think oh my God, someone's dead.
"Okay, look," he says, stepping inside and Isaac steps back to give him more room. Scott looks at both of you and clenches his jaw. "Look, I...I have no idea what you want from me."
Oh, no, you think, heart dropping into your stomach. No, no, no, he can't be talking about this.
"You look at me like...like you think I know what I'm doing, but I have no clue ," he says, voice starting to shake. His expression is strained, like he's trying to suppress his emotions, but you have no idea what they could be. Anger, sadness, annoyance maybe? "I don't know why...you just look at me like you think I, both of you, like you think I have all the answers, but I don't. I don't have any idea what I'm doing. I never have any idea what I'm doing."
You have no idea what to say to that and part of you wants to crawl under the bed in shame for making him feel so uncomfortable.
"It's okay," Isaac says carefully, and you can't see his face, but his body language is worried. "We don't really know what we're doing either."
A long pause as Scott absorbs this. Then his upset expression melts into something desperate and then he's lunging forward to cup Isaac's face with his hands and kiss him fervently.
Isaac grabs Scott around the waist and pulls him right up against him to kiss him back without hesitation and your mouth drops open as you watch Scott's hand come around to grip the back of Isaac's neck and hear him gasp into his mouth. This...was not what you expected, you think, watching them and feeling more than a little dazed. How...why...Scott always seemed so straight and why...
Scott pulls back after a minute, panting and staring at Isaac, starstruck. Isaac makes a low sound of want in the back of his throat and tries to pull Scott back in again, but Scott resists and looks over his shoulder at you.
You feel your face flame at his gaze on you and you can't do anything but stare at him as he crosses the room, clutching the sheets to your chest like a lifeline. He crouches down a little in front of you, expression very soft, puts his hand on the side of your face, and kisses you just as sweetly as you always imagined he would. You're caught between holding onto the sheets and reaching out to touch him and before you can make your fingers uncurl he pulls away, though his hand remains on the side of your face.
He just looks at you for a second and then his eyes trail down and widen, seeming to realize for the first time that you're naked under the sheets. "Oh, God, I, uh-" he chokes, pulling his hand away from your face and standing up straight. You immediately feel bereft and think about it for approximately zero seconds before you drop the sheets and lunge out to grab his wrist and pull him into bed on top of you.
Scott lets out a shocked grunt that quickly turns into a moan when you pull his hand to your bare breast and arch under him impatiently, pulling at the collar of his jacket to get him to lie on top of you.
"Oh, Allison," he gasps when his chest hits yours and even through the layers it sends a shock of lust through you that causes you to spread your legs so he can lie between them and tilt your head up to kiss him.
Scott's breath tastes like Mountain Dew and his lips are a lot softer than Isaac's, which surprises you, probably because you've never really kissed anyone but Isaac. His jacket is scratchy on your skin and you want to take it off-well, you want to take all his clothes off, flip him over onto his back, and ride him until he's whimpering your name- but by his eager and clumsy kisses, you're 95% sure he's never done this before and restrain yourself.
You break away from his mouth after a minute and move to kiss his jawline and neck- his skin feels so perfect under your mouth- and his breath hitches, fingers tightening automatically on your breast. Your eyes flutter shut in pleasure and you arch up against him, and he moans, head dropping down to the mattress and thrusts in between your legs automatically, the hard line of his dick against your inner thigh.
Scott freezes. "Oh, shit, sorry," he says quickly, and lifts himself off you.
"Really?" you say, quirking an eyebrow up at him.
"Uh...I mean, I don't want to presume," he says carefully, but his eyes are dark with lust and his cheeks are flushed. He's adorable and your hands almost shake with excitement as you pull him down to kiss you again. His tongue slides against yours smoothly and you moan into his mouth when his hands find their way back to your boobs. There's a muttered curse from the other side of the room and Scott pulls back, fingers rubbing small circles over your nipples that make you want to stick his hand down under the sheets and get his fingers in you now . He looks back over at Isaac and you follow his gaze to see your boyfriend staring at the two of you with wide eyes, cheeks flushed and erection tenting his boxers. It's hot, but it also causes a twinge of worry in your chest, that it might make Scott uncomfortable and you wonder if you should pull him back down to distract him so Isaac can get himself together.
"Isaac," Scott says, voice very tight. "Come over here."
Or not.
Isaac half-stumbles over to the bed and sits down at your side. He ducks down to kiss Scott, but seems to second guess himself halfway to his mouth and pauses, looking at Scott hesitantly. Scott puts his hand on the back of Isaac's neck and pulls him the rest of the way down and then they're kissing, with tongue, right in front of you and just... guh. They look so good together, Scott's hand dark against Isaac's cheek, eyes squeezed shut, and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Isaac lets out an impatient growl against Scott's mouth and tugs at his jacket, pushing it down his shoulders clumsily.
Scott breaks the kiss and Isaac goes for his neck immediately, and you watch Scott's jaw go slack and his eyelashes flutter with pleasure.
"Ngh, Isaac," he gasps as Isaac sucks at his neck and struggles out of his jacket. Isaac pretty much throws it over his shoulder and then grabs Scott by the waist and hauls him off you and onto his back next to you, rolling over you to straddle him and run his hands down his chest. You are so glad the motel had a king-size room available. Scott groans, throwing his head back, and you roll onto your stomach next to him and nuzzle you face into his neck, the collar of his thin green t-shirt brushing your chin. He manages to get an arm around you, rubbing his hand up and down your bare back and you shiver in pleasure at the feel of his hand on you. He turns his head to kiss you and you cup his face with both hand and squeeze your eyes shut, thinking God, yes, please.
Scott's body gives a jolt just as you're coaxing your tongue past his lips and you open you eyes and look down to see Isaac's hand under his shirt, rubbing his abdomen. You give Isaac a severe look that you hope clearly communicates that he needs to chill. He can be like that with you, but Scott's most likely a virgin, he can't just rip off his clothes.
Isaac blinks at you in confusion and then his eyes slide over to Scott. "Can I take this off?" he asks hopefully.
"Yup," Scott says and struggles to pull his green t-shirt over his head, baring smooth brown skin and really great abs. Like, woah.
Isaac seems to be of the same opinion by the way he blatantly stares down at Scott's chest. You press your mouth to Scott's neck and kiss it to at least pretend you're not staring, but Isaac doesn't even bother and you're half-expecting him to start drooling at any second.
Scott's neck warms under your lips as Isaac continues to stare, and then reaches forward to put his hand over Scott's left pec.
"Uh, don't actually have boobs, dude," Scott says with a nervous laugh and you curl closer into his side and put your hand on his stomach, fingers curiously tracing his abs and tattoo. You never really thought of him as the kind of guy to get a tattoo, especially underage, and you were kind of surprised when you first noticed it at the beginning of the school year, but it's grown on you. The simple, but bold design suits him.
Isaac smiles happily. "I know," he says simply and then leans down to suck Scott's left nipple into his mouth.
Scott makes a shocked high-pitched noise and grabs onto Isaac's shoulder, arching up into him further.
Later, you and Scott lie on your sides facing each other, Isaac pressed against Scott's back, chin tucked over his shoulder and arm around his waist. Scott plays with a couple strands of your hair absentmindedly, and you close your eyes in contentment, the TV still droning on in the background.
"Umm," he says and you open your eyes to see his slightly anxious expression. "We should probably talk about this, right?"
Your eyes go to Isaac's immediately, who looks uncomfortably at you over Scott's shoulder. You don't really want to talk about it either-can't this just be a thing that you do, that you don't talk about?-but you know you have to for Scott's sake.
"Okay," you say, shifting a little next to him to get a better angle to see his face. "What do you want to talk about?"
Scott blinks in confusion at you, propping his head up on his arm. "I mean, like, what...is this? Is this just a one time thing or...? I mean, I know you guys are dating, so..."
"Do you want it to be?" you ask carefully and inwardly wince at the betrayed look Isaac gives you over Scott's shoulder.
"No," Scott says honestly and you can't stop the wide grin that splits your face at this admission. You lean up to kiss him and curl in closer to his chest, relishing the feel of his hand on your waist.
"What...what about you?" Scott says when you part, looking at you from under his eyelashes.
"What?" you reply, confused, because you are naked in bed with him.
"It's kind of obvious," Isaac says before you can, kissing Scott's ear and nuzzling his hair.
Scott shifts over onto his back to look at him and smiles earnestly at the both of you. "So this is like...a thing."
"Uh huh," Isaac says and drops his head down to nuzzle at Scott's neck in a way that Scott does not yet realize means he wants to have sex. You narrow your eyes at him, but he doesn't notice.
"I've, um, never...you know," Scott says, cheeks flushing, reaching up to touch Isaac's hair, breath hitching at his ministrations.
"It's okay," you say quickly as Isaac grins lasciviously and opens his mouth to say something inappropriate. You prop yourself up on your arm, the sheets slipping down to uncover your boobs, and Scott looks down at them automatically before looking back up at you quickly. You bite back your smirk and lean down to kiss him chastely, even though you'd really rather be on his dick right now. "We can just make-out."
Isaac makes a pathetic whining noise and you roll your eyes at him in exasperation. "Behave," you tell him sternly, only half-joking.
Scott smiles at Isaac in amusement and wraps his arm around his shoulders, kissing the side of his face very gently. It makes something in you tremble at his obvious care and it seems to have a similar effect on Isaac, who inhales sharply and buries his face in Scott's neck to hide his expression.
"Best birthday ever," he says into Scott's neck, reaching over Scott to grab your ass under the sheets.
Scott's eyes go wide and he cranes his neck to look down at him. "It's your birthday?! Why didn't you say anything?"
A/N: Yay, we have Scallisaac! Finally, because I've been dying to write more Scott! Please review!