#hegavemepower

         It's a classic 'My life hates me'-Situation. That's it. There is no other way Stiles could have described any of this in any other way. At first it was just detention. He could have handled that, even though Finstock had decided that even the basketballs from the last century had to be pumped up to a decent level, seriously. He could have dealt with that perfectly by his own or maybe even with Greenberg.

What made the whole situation worse was the fact that Finstock had apparently ordered Isaac, the Isaac Lahey Stiles had been trying to ignore for the last week, to make up for being three minutes late by staying and helping Stiles.                    As if he was going to be of any use, really.

        "Okay. Got it, Coach." ---- This was the first time that Stiles would have preferred having to handle Finstock's company but of course they had to be left alone... ( Where was Lydia when she was needed, goddammit? )

Our muses are destined to raise an orphaned child together

                "I can't. I--I don't wanna do that, Lydia, I don't wanna do that--" The panic in Isaac's voice rose and Lydia glanced around helplessly  before locking her gaze back on his features, making soft 'shh'ing noises.

                                "Isaac, it's okay. You're okay. It's just a----"

                                               "I CAN'T Lydia I can't."

                                       "Why not? This kid needs us, Is."

                                        "...What if I end up like him?"

         And there's silence between them, then. Because he doesn't have to say it. Lydia knows exactly who he means. Her fingers reached out and run through curls slowly, until Isaac leaned into her with a whine.

                                                                                  "You won't. You could never be like                                                                                                that. Never."

       but plans don't always go exactly the way you want it to, and the next thing she knows is that she's walking towards him. }

         "First of all, if you still have a crush on me, move on. Second, if you dare try to kill me, I will crush your head with my heels, and third, you using Allison as a beard? Really?"

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