Isaac insisted on going to the gas station a little bit a ways. That caused us to be stranded on the side of the road. "None of this is my fault. If we had just stopped at the gas station like I said, we wouldn't be stuck on this street," I said. He rolled his eyes when I gestured to the road.

A few cars passed, not bothering to ask if we needed help. I grabbed my phone to call Derek. Neither of us felt like involving a tow truck. "What're you doing?" Isaac asked. "Calling Derek," I clicked on my brother's contact. It rang for a few seconds before my brother picked up on the other end.

"You two were supposed to be home ten minutes ago," Derek said. I could tell that he was aggravated. Before leaving for the double date, my brother offered to stay up until we got home. I insisted that that wasn't necessary, of course, he did it anyway.

Isaac leaned against his bike with his arms crossed. He set his hands into his leather jacket, looking both ways on the street. "We're stuck on Martin Street," I said. Derek stopped what he was doing. I heard a pan hit the corner of the kitchen island. "What?" he said.

"Somebody decided not to get gas," I remarked, glaring at Isaac. Isaac scoffed and shook his head. Derek sighed on the other end of the line. "I'm on my way. Hang tight," he said. He hung up the phone. I dropped my cell phone into my purse, going back to hug my arms from the cold.

I stood beside him. His eyes were focused on the damp grass. He watched a few of the drops fall to the side of the green blades. I looked up at Isaac's expression. His brows were furrowed, small creases forming at the top of his forehead.

The two of us had been arguing more than usual. It seemed like we could never settle on something. Just last week, we had an argument about who should help Scott with something. Isaac wanted me to stay with him whereas I wanted to help Scott. Then, an argument sparked.

We haven't talked about that since last Thursday. The more days that passed, the more I worried our two-year-long relationship was ending. Peter liked to call arguments in relationships 'the great war.' I never really understood it.

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, the sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War

Isaac's hands gripped the bike's seat. I debated on setting a hand on top of his, wanting to reassure him that everything would be okay. "Why didn't we just call a tow company?" Issac spoke. He took his hands off the bike so I couldn't hold him. "We'd probably have to pay a fee or something," I said. Isaac nodded.

He looked like he wanted to debate my statement but decided against it. I opened my mouth to speak but was stopped by headlights heading in our direction. I turned to the left and saw Derek's truck. He got out of the truck.

"I've got some gas at the loft. Isaac, we can fill it up when we get there," Derek said. Isaac nodded. The two grabbed Isaac's bike and put it into the bed of the truck. Derek must've noticed the tension between me and Isaac. I went to step into the front seat but was stopped when Derek wrapped his hand around my wrist.

Always remember Uh-huh, tears on the letter I vowed not to cry anymore If we survived the Great War

He looked at me with raised brows, expecting an answer. "It's fine," I said. "Doesn't look fine," Derek let go. I fixed my purse and glanced at Isaac. Isaac sat in the back seat with his arms crossed, his head resting against the window. "It's nothing," I insisted.

Derek dropped it. I got into the front seat and he began driving home. It was quiet during the car ride. Derek occasionally changed the radio until he decided he got tired of listening to music. Though, I'd much rather listen to the radio than sit in silence. I was so happy to see the loft come into view.

After a few minutes, Isaac's bike was filled up with gas. Isaac decided to stay the night since it was already so late. Derek said his goodnight and went to his room. I laid awake with Isaac beside me, his back facing me. Isaac hadn't spoken to me since we got home. I watched his shoulders rise up and down as he breathed.

My mind kept returning to our past arguments. I ran a hand over my face, trying to push the images away. "Isaac, are you asleep?" I whispered. "Trying to," he replied, his voice muffled from the pillow. He flipped so his back was against the mattress. I rested my hands underneath my head, propping me up slightly.

"Are we breaking?" I asked. Isaac's brows furrowed at my question. He sat up, now leaning up against the headboard. "Because I feel like we are," I claimed. Isaac ran a hand through his hair before lowering his hand. He took my hand into his. "Isaac, I can't help but think that these past arguments are catching up to us," I said.

You drew up some good-faith treaties I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone You said I have to trust more freely But diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire

Six months ago, Isaac and I had disagreed with something, causing us to shout out accusations. I pulled away, afraid that it might happen again. I guess that should've been a clue that it might. His face softened. Isaac shook his head, letting my hand go. Maybe he didn't want to think about it? Or, maybe he just didn't want to admit it?

And maybe it's the past that's talkin' Screamin' from the crypt Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did So I justified it

"We're not breaking," he shook his head again, "If we were, I wouldn't be laying in bed with you. And I wouldn't have stuck with you for this long." He grabbed my hand, kissing my knuckles. Isaac looked at the chipped nail polish on my fingers. I sat up in the bed, my shoulder brushing against the pillow and headboard.

Isaac looked at every spot on my face, settling on a small scar on my cheek. He ran a finger over the scar, leaving his hand on the side of my face. I leaned into his touch. "I don't want to be a survivor of this great war," I said, "I don't want these arguments to continue. I want to fix this, I want to fix us." Isaac kissed my forehead.

He put his arms around me, bringing me into his chest. Isaac laid back down with me beside him. "There's no fixing us. We're okay, love, we're okay," Isaac mumbled. I knew I should believe him, I know I should, but there's a little voice inside my head that says I shouldn't.

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(Three Days Later - In the School Parking Lot)

Isaac followed me to my car, yelling. I brought out my keys. "Holy shit, Isaac. It wasn't that deep," I argued. I threw my backpack into the backseat. I opened the driver-side door, setting my water bottle and keys into the cup holder. I looked at him over my shoulder. "Oh don't give me that fucking look Y/N," he spat.

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, the bombs were close and My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War

I was taken aback by his choice of words. My expression changed immediately. "I didn't do anything wrong," I said, "I was talking to Aiden, there was nothing there." Isaac scoffed, following me with his eyes. He grabbed my wrist but I yanked my arm out of his grasp. "What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you trust me?" I said.

He nodded in response. Isaac shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Do you? Because lately, it doesn't feel like that," I replied, "Y/N do this, Y/N don't do that. Y/N you shouldn't talk to him, you shouldn't talk to anyone other than me. Y/N, stop telling me what to do." I felt people's eyes on us, but I didn't pay any attention to them.

Isaac noticed small tears begin to form. "It's like you don't trust me anymore," I said, "It's like you've fallen out of love, and I have no idea why." He thought to himself for a second, not knowing what or how to say it. I waited for what felt like forever before getting into my car.

"Wait, Y/N/N," Isaac held the car door. I tried ripping his hand off the frame, but he was stronger than me. "I haven't fallen out of love for you," Isaac said. "Then, what is it?" I asked. His mouth opened, but no words came out. "Nothing? Absolutely nothing?" I continued, "Not one word?"

His eyes dropped to the concrete. I wiped a tear and got into my car. I was able to shut the door just as Isaac let go of it. He watched me pull out of the lot.

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(Later That Night)

The TV played one of Derek's favorite reality shows. I yawned with my head against the couch cushion. Derek had gotten back from god knows what. All I knew was that he brought home groceries. He sat beside me, eating some mac n' cheese Peter surprisingly made.

Derek nudged my shoulder, noticing that I had been quiet all evening. "What's wrong?" he inquired. "Nothing," I replied, not taking my focus away from the show. Derek paused the show and set the remote on the armrest.

"Y/N, I think you forget that I'm a werewolf," Derek said, resting an arm on the back of the couch. "Isaac and I are arguing. Like, nonstop," I informed. Derek's brows narrowed in confusion. He always thought that me and Isaac were okay.

But I guess looks can be deceiving. He motioned for me to continue. "I honestly don't even know why," I shrugged, "One month, we just started disagreeing on every single thing. And, I've searched my mind for any damn reason, but nothing speaks out. I have tried desperately to think what Isaac might be thinking. When I ask, I get the same answer."

Derek nodded as I spoke. I wiped a stray tear away. I hated crying in front of people, especially in front of the person who would quite literally kill anyone who got in my way.

It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hairpin triggers Soldier down on that icy ground Looked up at me with honor and truth

"Derek, it's changed," I looked at him. His face fell at the state of my eyes. "I feel like I should break up with him," I added, "Because I can't continue thinking that everything is going to end right then and there. I can't continue arguing with him, it just breaks me and Isaac."

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops That was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I had lost you

Derek nodded again. He opened his arms, gesturing for me to hug him. He gave me a reassuring squeeze. Derek let go of me, his hands resting on my shoulders. "You can try to piece everything together, maybe say a little prayer, even," Derek said, "But there's no victory in this. Just like you said."

He paused and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Derek fixed my t-shirt before continuing. "It's not fair to either of you. Those terrible moments that the two of you have are embedded in your relationship. You can't go back, neither of you can. You've said things that can't be returned," Derek finished.

Derek kissed my forehead and gave me a much-needed hug. For the rest of the night, we talked about my situation and watched the rest of his show.

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(The Next Day, at the loft)

After last night's talk with Derek, I decided to call Isaac over. He was happy that I called him since we hadn't talked since yesterday. Isaac sat in front of me with his hands sitting in his lap. He stared at me (GIF Above) as I played with my fingers, chipping off the polish.

Isaac reached an arm out and took my hands. I looked up at his eyes, feeling like there was some part of him that knew what was coming. And then, I began to regret what I was about to do. I still loved him, and he still loved me.

"Isaac," I cleared my throat, "I've thought this over and over again, but I can't think of a better way to tell you this." I let go of his hand, going back to picking at the chipped nail polish. Isaac nodded and sat up in his spot.

To that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, the worst was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War

Isaac let out a heavy sigh, nodding his head. "I know," he said, "I know what you're about to say, Y/N. You don't have to say it." I looked away from the ground, feeling his eyes land on me. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but it slowly faded. "You shouldn't regret it," Isaac said.

Uh-huh, we're burned for better I vowed I would always be yours 'Cause we survived the Great War

"I'm sorry," I said. "Why're you sorry?" he replied. Isaac's voice was soft and gentle as he spoke. "Because I hurt you," I croaked, swallowing the lump in my throat. Isaac shook his head and hugged me tightly.

"We hurt each other," he clarified, "But I'll always love you, Y/N. I hope you know that." I nodded with my head against his chest. He set one last kiss on my head.

The worksheets were handed out and the class started the lab. It was quiet between the girls and I. “Have you told Isaac yet?” Lydia asked, putting the substance in the vial. 

“Told him what?” I inquired. “That you like him,” Allison replied as she wrote down some notes. 

“No....” I trailed, “I just haven’t figured out how to tell him.” I mixed two liquids together and wrote down its reaction. It fizzed a little at the top, Allison grabbed the containers lid and set it on top of it. 

“Maybe you should tell him tonight,” Lydia said, “Invite him over and then tell him.” 

“Watch a movie or something,” Allison added. I shrugged and we continued to directed lab. At the end of class we all handed Mr. Harris our sheets. “See you tomorrow,” our teacher said, stacking the papers. “What do you even see in Isaac?” Lydia questioned, hugging her books. I shrugged and smiled. “I don’t know,” I smirked, “I love his smile, his witty remarks, his kindness, oh and how he cares so much about me.”

“And his scarfs?” Allison said, laughing. 

“What’s so important about his scarfs?” 

“They’re weird,” Lydia said, “He wears them when its like 70 degrees out.” I shrugged and blushed. “I think they’re cute,” I said, stopping at my locker. “Oh no,” Lydia said as she glanced at me. “What?” I said, alarmed. 

“You really like him don’t you?”

“Y-Yeah,” I stuttered, “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” Allison said, “It’s perfectly okay!” I looked at my best friends questionably, but shook the feeling off. “You never mentioned his motorcycle,” Lydia said as she closed her own locker. “Never really thought about it,” I shrugged, “It’s cool I guess” 

“What if he gets hurt?” 

“It’s Isaac,” I swung my bag over my shoulder, “He’s been riding it for awhile. I’m not worried.” 

 I turned the TV on, watching the news. The lady said Beacon Hills should be expecting some rain. I had invited Isaac over for a movie, like my friends suggested. I grabbed the bowl of popcorn and began eating it. Isaac texted me and told me that he was on his way. I smirked as my cheeks grew red at the thought of my crush. As the rain came into mind, I began to worry for Isaac. I shook the feeling away as I tried to not get to worried. 

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Isaac was thirty minutes late, It wasn’t like him. Allison’s smiling face popped up on my phone as she called me. I picked it up, “Hey!”

“Y/n,” her voice sounded solemn, “You need to get to the hospital asap!” 

“What? Why?” I stood up from the couch, pacing back and forth. “It’s Isaac......” she trailed. 

“What happened?”

“He got into an accident,” she answered, “nothing serious just a broken leg and fractured wrist.” I gulped, tears threatening to spill. I grabbed my keys and purse and rushed to the hospital. I parked the car and ran into the hospital. “Please tell me he’s okay,” I walked up to Melissa, “Is he okay?” She put a hand on my shoulder, calming me down. “Honey,” she sighed, “He’s okay. He’s been waiting for you. He told Allison to call you first.” I nodded and she led me into his room. 

Isaac’s head was propped up on a pillow, his foot was elevated while his wrist was wrapped up. “Take as long as you need,” Mrs. McCall said. I nodded, she closed the door. I sat down on the chair next to my friend and set my purse on the ground. “Isaac,” I grabbed his hand, “Are you okay?”

He nodded, “I’ll heal faster, still hurts but I should get better.” 

“I was really scared,” I said. I was debating if I should tell him my real feelings. “Can I tell you something,” I said, gaining his attention. Isaac slightly nodded and looked up at me (GIF Above). 

I slipped my sweatshirt on and grabbed my backpack. My mother glared at me, she was standing at the end of the stairs. She threw me my cross country bag along with my lunch and keys. “Go!” she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and pushed me out of the door. I threw the bags in the back and rushed to school only with two minutes to spare. I parked my car, locked it, and ran into school. People were still at their lockers which made me less nervous. I sighed in relief and put my lunch bag in my locker. I managed to get my cross country bag in the locker room before the morning bell rung. I ran to the classroom and plopped in my seat up front. Isaac sat in the seat next to me while Lydia sat to my left. “You look flushed,” Lydia commented, “Late for school again?” 

“Maybe,” I mumbled, sinking into my seat. Isaac nudged my shoulder, “I think it’s cute.” I looked at him with a slight smile. I sat up once our English teacher walked in. 

“Open up your textbooks to page 300,” Mrs. Fuller replied, “Today we’re going to discuss the importance of grammar.” i grabbed the large purple book and turned to the page. I sighed in annoyance and rested my head on my hand not paying any attention to the lecture. “Ms. Y/L/N,” my teacher called, “Care to explain what I was just talking about?”

“Um,” I looked up at the board, “The importance of commas?”

She grimaced, “Pay more attention next time.” I nodded. I glanced at Isaac, who was laughing. “Mr. Lahey, would you like to share with the class of why you’re laughing?”

Isaac cleared his throat, “Uh, no ma’am.”

“Then stop with the laughing or I’m going to have to send you both to detention,” she rose an eyebrow. My best friend and I nodded slowly. Lydia looked at the two of us and rolled her eyes. 

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   “I’m telling you, Mrs. Fuller is out to get me,” I said, walking down the hall with the pack. “Well it doesn’t help that you fall asleep in class,” Lydia said. “It’s not my fault she’s boring as hell.”

“I’m with y/n on this one,” Isaac said, “I wasn’t even doing anything and she called on me.”

“You were laughing,” Lydia said, “Of course she was going to call on you.” I chuckled. We walked outside and sat at the outdoor bench. 

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After a long day of school, I stood at the kitchen counter making some dinner. My parents were busy working shifts at the hospital. I grabbed a plastic container of mac cheese and just popped that in the microwave. I took it out of the microwave and poured it into a bowl. I then decided to cut some carrots as a side. As I cut the vegetable I heard rustling coming from my bedroom. I hesitantly grasped the knife and slowly walked up the stairs. A large thud came from my room. I ran into the room, pointing the weapon forward. “Whoa, Whoa!” Isaac yelled, “I come in peace! Drop the knife!!!” He extended hand, telling me to stop (GIF above). 

“Oh my god!” I put the knife on my dresser, “I am so sorry, I thought you were a intruder or something.” 

“Do I look like an intruder?”

I rolled my eyes, "What are you doing here?”

“I came to hang out,” he replied. 

“My parents aren’t home, you could’ve just called me and asked.”

He shrugged, “it’s way more fun to sneak in.” He kissed me on the cheek and walked down stairs. 

“Don’t eat my mac and cheese!” I yelled. 

“You are to attend a neighborhood party. One of our suspects supposedly has lived there for over a year and is planning on creating a device that could destroy our wireless system. Your mission is to take down the virus while inside the house,” Alexander explained. Isaac and I nodded as he explained. “Anything else we should know?” Isaac asked. Alexander shook his head no, “You leave in an hour.” Our boss walked out of the room. “Well,” Isaac sighed, “Are you ready to be my Fiance?”

“Sure,” I smiled. We walked into our separate rooms to get changed. I changed into a short red dress with white heels. Alexander had said before it was a formal party. I grabbed a black jacket and a white pocketbook. I put my hair in a bun and made sure that I had the hard-drive to disable the virus. I put it in the heel of the shoe and made sure it was safely secured. I put my lipstick lazer in my purse along with my hair pin that acts as a screw, my mini tranquilizer gun, and a taser. I heard a knock at my quarters door, “Y/n, you ready?”

“Yeah,” I grabbed my phone and tracker. I opened the door and found Isaac who wore a black and white suit. He looked at me with a slight blush on his cheeks, “You look nice.”

“And so do you,” I replied

“Our ride is here,” he said. I nodded, he took my hand. Alexander sat up front, “Now remember, if this mission goes south. I won’t be able to call backup for you two.” 

“We understand,” Isaac said. “Here are your mics,” Alexander handed us the devices, we both put them in our ears. We soon arrived at the house of the suspect. “His name is Ryder Cook. He is known for his secrecy, so be careful,” said Alexander. The suspect was standing on the porch talking with two other people.  

Isaac and I stepped out of the car hand in hand. “Thanks again Carl,” Isaac said, to Alexander. “We’ll see you later,” I said. I hooked my arm with Isaac's as we walked towards the door. Ryder stepped towards us, “And who might you be?”

“I’m Logan Reilly,” Isaac took his sun glasses off  with a slight smirk (GIF Above) and shook hands with the suspect, “And this is my fiance Eden.” I extended my hand and shook his. “It’s nice to meet you,” I said, “We just moved a couple days ago, we heard about the wonderful party from another neighbor.” 

Ryder smiled and took my hand kissing it lightly. I slightly cringed at the mans manners, I noticed how Isaac tried not to tense up. “Come right in,” Ryder motioned us into his huge home. Music was playing in the background and people were dancing with their partners. A large table held many appetizers. “Make your self at home,” Ryder said, walking off to talk with another guest. Isaac and I walked over to the food table and took a cup of punch. An older lady walked over to us, “Well hello. I haven’t seen you two in the neighborhood.”

“Oh,” Isaac set his cup down and put his arm around my waist, “We just moved in about a week ago. We heard about the party through the website.”

The women smiled, “What a lovely ring!” she commented. I looked down at my hand, remembering the ring Alexander handed me for the mission. 

“Yes,” I smiled, “We plan to get married next fall.” The women grins, “What are your names?”

“Oh!” Isaac chuckled, “I’m Logan and this is Eden.”

“You two make a lovely couple,” she said. Ryder walked over and hugged the women. “I see you’ve met my lovely wife Victoria,” Ryder said. The women smiled and kissed her husband on the cheek. “Your wife?” Isaac choked on his drink. “Is that surprising?” Ryder rose an eyebrow. “N-No,” Isaac stuttered, “It’s just I never saw a ring.”

Ryder looked down at his hand, “Oh silly me, I must’ve left it in the bathroom.” Victoria slapped his shoulder playfully, “Will you excuse me? I must go speak to the Jefferson's.” Ryder smiled at his wife as she waltzed over to the other couple. Ryder looks back at us, “Sorry about that, she gets very preoccupied sometimes.” The man walks away. I turned to Isaac, “We need to act fast, one of us is going to have to stay here.”

Isaac nodded, “Let’s dance over there and see if we can any entail from the people here.” Isaac took my hand, leading me over to everyone else. He put his hands on my waist and I put mine around his neck. We pressed the buttons on our rings, helping us hear what’s going on. 

“Hear anything?” Isaac asked. “Nope,” I replied. The music slowly died down once Victoria walked up to the front of the room. Isaac and I separated, still staying close together. The crowd clapped. “Thank you all for coming,” she said.

 “It is wonderful to see such new and familiar faces among you tonight,” She continued, “Don’t forget there will be an auction for some amazing home decor later this evening. Furthermore, enjoy the rest of the party!” The guest resumed their dancing. “I’m going to go,” I said, “Stay here and stay on the line with me.” I slowly snuck away from the group. I walked down a long hallway. I brought my bracelet up and waved my hand above it. It showed me a layout of the house and where the room I needed to go into. I soon reached reached the door, but to my surprise two men were standing guard. I grabbed the tranquilizer from my purse. I peered around the corner and pointed the gun at one of the men. The metal piece landed in the mans neck. The second man looked around and knelt next to his buddy. 

I pointed it at the other man, the metal piece landed in the same spot. They both laid on top of each other. I quickly walked over and pulled the two bodies down another hallway. I looked down at the map on my watch and found the cameras on the corners. I grabbed my lazer and pointed at the devices. They both shut off. I took the hairpin and slowly opened the unlocked door. I shut it behind me, “I’m in!” I told Isaac. 

“Okay,” he replied, “Hurry up, their starting to become suspicious about where you are.”

“Tell them I had to head home. I went through the back door,” I answered. I took off my shoe and grabbed the hard drive from the heel. I plugged it into the area on the computer. I quickly cracked the code and soon had access to the software. I managed to turn off all of the cameras in the house. As I continued numerous knocks and banging came from the door. “Shit,” I mumbled. The percent increased per second. A slight ding came from the computer. I slipped the hard drive back into my heel I looked up and saw an air duct screen. I climbed onto the desk and unscrewed the it with my hairpin. I successfully climbed into the air duct and put the top back on. “Isaac,” I whispered, “I’m in one of the air ducts.” no answer. “Isaac? Are you there?” I still didn’t get a response. 

My anxiety got even more worse. I pulled out the map and found where I was. I unscrewed the top and jumped out. I was in the hallway that I was in before. I turned around and was met with two men. “Hey,” I said, “Enjoy the party?”. The man lunged at me, but I grabbed my taser and plunged into the guys chest. He fell to the floor, shaking violently. I hit the other man in the chest, I ducked his punch and lazered his leg. I sighed heavily. “Isaac?” I asked, “You there?” I walked into the room where we were dancing. Isaac stood there breathing heavily. The guests were lying on the floor unconscious along with Ryder and Victoria. “Isaac!” I exclaimed, “This wasn’t apart of the plan!”

“Well,” he shrugged, “Things change.” I rolled my eyes. Isaac grabbed the miniature handcuffs from his pocket. He wrapped them around Victoria and Ryder’s wrist. I called the organization and they arrived shortly once we had the suspects in custody. 

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I sat next to Isaac in the living room of our quarters. “Good job on the mission today,” he commented. “Thank you,” I said, “And next time please listen to me when I’m talking into the coms.”