#wolfs bane

Summary: when trying to help Scott get Allison's necklace and get cured, Charli is conflicted on whether she wants to help or if she wants to try and fix things with Isaac

Warnings: None

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x OC!Charli Vérszívó; Stiles Stilinski x OC!Charli Vérszívó (eventually)

Italics= inner thoughts; bold= text messages; bold italics= police radio

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Scott makes a quick turn, throwing me into the side of the car. Stiles takes a quick glance in the rear view mirror. How the fuck did I get roped into this???

"Faster?" Scott asks, not looking away from the road.

"Much faster." Stiles replies.

"I should be driving. I'm a better and faster driver!" I exclaim from the backseat of Derek's Camaro, somehow encouraging Scott to suddenly change gears and slam the gas pedal.

"Yeah why isn't Charli driving? Didn't Derek say he wanted only her to drive?" Stiles inserts, making me smirk ever so slightly.

"Can you two shut up and let me drive?" Scott snaps.

I grab the headrests on the front seats and pull myself closer to the boys over the center console and face Scott.

"Scott, I don't think you grasp the concept of the car chase here!" I stress as I look between him and the cars that are right on our tails.

"If I go faster, they'll kill us."

"Yeah, well, if you don't go faster, they'll kill us." Stiles reminds Scott just before he finally slams on the gas again and makes a slight right turn.

Stiles takes a quick look behind us and informs Scott, "they're gone."

I watch behind us as Stiles turns on the police radio he 'borrowed'.

"All units, suspect is escaping on foot, heading into the Iron Works."

We speed towards the Iron Works and see Derek on the ground taking cover from something. We do a Fast and Furious drift to a stop and Stiles throws the door open, shouting "get in!" to Derek before he climbs into the backseat next me as I slide over for him.

Derek runs to us, followed by a line of bullets shooting at him, then us. Derek jumps in and all of us duck as the blluets come flying towards us, prompting Scott to take off, but not forgetting to nag at Derek.

"What part of 'laying low' don't you understand?" Okay MOM!

"Dammit! I had him!" Derek slams his hand on the dashboard, completely ignoring Scott's question.

"Who? The Alpha?" No Scott, the fuckin tooth fairy…

"Yeah, he was right in front of me, until the cops fucking showed up." Derek answers, almost defeated.

"Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs–" Stiles trails off when Derek shoots him his classic death glare.

He then turns his attention to Scott, still focused on the road. "Yeah, thanks to someone who made me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!"

Scott scoffs, quickly looking back and forth from the road and Derek.

"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it.” Whatever you need to tell yourself, Scott

I pull myself to the center console again looking at Derek. "All right, how do we find him?" 

He glares at me, but I just glare back. "Don't look at me like that, Eyebrows." I deadpan, making him scoff and face front again, shaking his head and not even bothering to answer. 

I just roll my eyes and sit back with my arms crossed, watching out the passenger side window.

Scott huffs. “Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?” 

Stiles chimes in, leaning forward where I once was. “Yeah, all of us–”

Derek glares at Stiles who shrinks back in his seat again, before Derek scoffs and points over to me with his thumb.

“The only one I can even begin to trust is She Devil back here. At least I know she'll stab me in my front versus my back."  I scrunch up my face at him and flick him in the back of the ear, making him react and turn back towards me, shooting a look while I quickly smirk at him before he turns back around.

“Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris.” 

Stiles looks at me as we both mouth ‘Harris,’ which makes him quickly lean forward and question Derek.

“Our chemistry teacher?” Why him?” 

"I don't know yet." Derek answers. 

I grab onto the passenger's seat to pull myself forward as I ask, “What's the second?” 

“Some kind of symbol,” Derek lifts up a piece of paper from inside his jacket with some kind of drawing on it, showing it to us and then turning it more for Scott to look at it.

I squint my eyes, recognizing the drawing  immediately, then noticing that Scott does too. Derek furrows his brows at him and I and shakes the paper in front of him. 

“What? You know what this is?” 

Scott shakes his head nervously, stuttering.

"I've-- I’ve seen it-- on a necklace.” 

“Allison's necklace” I say as Scott connects his eyes with mine in the rear view mirror.

Derek is quiet for a moment after that. Until he snaps back and turns to Scott. "Wait a minute, why isn't Charli driving? I asked specifically for her to drive!" 

Scott looks between Derek and the road, stuttering and stammering, tying to explain but fails to form a coherent sentence. Derek looks at him with raised eyebrows and cuts him off quickly. "Yeah, that's what I thought! Switch!"

"What-- now?" Scott asks.

"Yes now!" He holds the steering wheel with one hand and forces Scott back practically into Stiles' lap with the other just so I could crawl up front. 

I slink into the driver seat, switch the gears to manual, hit the pedals and shift into sixth gear and speed down the road, throwing the boys and Derek back into their seats. Derek seems almost impressed when I change gears to round corners and drift into tight spots, raising an eyebrow at me with a small smirk. When I look in the rear view mirror, I can see Scott and Stiles sharing a look of shock and awe when they see that I can drive this way, making me smirk as well. 

Derek looks back at the boys and says, "and that's why she should've been driving from the start" and then turns back around.

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“This is gonna be impossible, you know.” Scott groans out as he opens the door to the school and we all head inside.

Stiles shrugs his shoulders. “Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?”

"How?" I ask.

“It's easy. You just say, ‘Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you’?" Oh yeah cuz that's real subtle, Stiles

I stop at my locker with the boys behind me. Without looking away from switching my books out, I add my two cents. “Her aunt gave her that necklace and Allison has been learning all about her family history because of it. Why would she give it to someone she isn’t even dating anymore?”

“Ok neither of you are fucking helping.” Scott expresses, pointing at each of us between him with both index fingers before crossing his backpack straps over his chest. I chuckle and shut my locker then sling my backpack over my shoulder before I turn to face them.

Why don't you just talk to her?" Stiles shrugs, lifting his hands up at his sides.

“She won't talk to me. What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?” Scott exhales before staring off to the side.

“That's why you ease back into it, okay? Get back on her good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace--” Stiles face drops and he smacks Scott on the arm.

“You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?” I ask, deadpanned.

Scott smiles his goofy smile. “Yeah." Gross

Stiles sets his hand on Scott’s shoulder. “All right, stay focused, okay? Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison. In that order. Got it?” He finishes with a point to Scott as he walks away from us. 

“Get the necklace.” Scott nods and looks over to me, smiling proudly as I give him a thumbs up before heading to class.

As the late bell rings, I sit at my desk and take out my textbook and notebook for the class. As I open up to a blank page in my notebook while clicking my pen, I notice in the corner of my eye that Jackson was looking at me. 

Without looking at him, I made a comment. "You're staring." 

"Sorry, I just– just wasn't sure how to bring this to your attention." He replied, almost sad.

I turn towards him and look at him. "Alright, I'll bite. Bring what to my attention?"

"Scott… I know he and I haven't been on the best of terms, but something seems off." I know where this is going…

"Do you even know Scott enough to know whether or not he seems off?" I shot. 

"I know him well enough." He replied with a half smile.

"Hm, funny cuz it seems like the wheels in that tiny lil head of yours are turning." I smirk, twirling my pen in a circle shape to represent a turning wheel. 

He rolls his eyes. "Look, I know we had our differences, but if you were really Scott's friend you'd hear me out." He snaps, now glaring at me. 

"If you knew me or Scott, you'd know that I'm not gonna tell you shit, so mind your business and leave me alone." I say a little too loudly. 

"Miss Vérszívó, is there a problem?" Mrs. Brooks asks, her arms crossed looking directly at me, making everyone in class, including Lydia, stare at me. 

"Actually Mrs. Brooks, Jackson is making me very uncomfortable right now." I answer back without hesitation, making him have a panicked look on his face looking between me and Mrs. Brooks. 

"Jackson, move your seat. Now." She commands sternly. 

He just looks at me and exhales sharply as he snatches up his stuff and moves to the empty desk up front. I sit back in my seat, smirking like a smartass while I take notes. Try me again, bitch. You ain't slick

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Stiles panics as we round the corner. “How the hell did Jackson find out?”

"I have no idea.” Scott shakes his head, letting out a huff.

"Did he say it out loud? The word?" I ask, holding onto the straps on my bag tighter.

"What word?" He asks.

"Fairy princess, Scott…" I remark, rolling my eyes.

"Werewolf. Did he say 'I know you're a werewolf'?" Stiles questions.

"No but he implied it pretty fucking clearly." Scott answered panicky.

“Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems. I mean, he doesn't have any proof, right? And if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him anyway?” Stiles asks with a hopeful spirit.

"How about Allison's father?" I ask, bringing him back to reality.

“Okay, it's bad.” Stiles remarks and wipes a hand down his mouth,

Scott throws his head back as he grumbles hopelessly. “I need a cure. Right now.”

Stiles turns to us motioning out his hand. “How do we even know what Derek told you about killing the Alpha and being cured is true?”

“We don’t but what else am I supposed to do?” Scott answers, looking absolutely hopeless. Poor kid…

“Does Jackson know about Allison's father?” I ask.

 Scott shakes his head at me. “I don't know.” 

Stiles looks to be thinking, then he looks between us. “Okay, where's Derek?” 

Scott looks around us before answering Stiles. “Hiding, like we told him to-- why?” 

Stiles’ face shows he's clearly thinking before he stops Scott’s steps with a hand on his shoulder. “I have another idea. It's gonna take a little time to finesse, though.” 

“We have that game tonight. It's quarterfinals-- and it's your first game.” Scott reminds him.

Stiles waves the reminder away and rapid fires out “I know, I know. Look, do you have a plan for Allison yet?”

“She's in my next class.” he informs.

Stiles nods once and motions his hands to help explain the plan. “Get the necklace.” 

 Scott nods as I give him a comforting pat on the back of his shoulder. 

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I stop and switch my books out for my next few classes. As soon as I shut my locker door, Isaac is standing there. His hands shoved in his pockets, looking at me with apologetic eyes. 

"Isaac! H–hi." I greet, surprised to see him in front of me after our last interaction. 

"Hey, Charli. Can we talk?" He asks sheepishly.

"Uh, I'm actually on my way to lunch–" he cuts me off.

"It won't take long, I can walk with you." He insists. 

I just nod my head and walk along with him as I put my bag over my shoulder.

"I um.." he starts, rubbing the back of his neck. He lets out an exasperated sigh and continues.

"I'm sorry for the other day. I shouldn't have snapped at you the way I did." He looks at me and I rest a comforting hand on his bicep.

"I understand that Scott and Stiles were your first friends and it wasn't right of me to get mad at you for being a good friend to them." He takes my hand that was resting on his arm into his and gives a gentle squeeze.

"I really don't want this to be over because of my stupidity." He finishes.

I sigh and look down at my feet, then back up to his piercing blue eyes. "I shouldn't be ignoring you the way I have been and I'm really sorry. You don't deserve that." 

We both turn to directly face each other, as if we both thought the same thing. I take his other hand in my free hand. "If you forgive me, I promise to be a better girlfriend."

He smiles and kisses the knuckles on both my hands simultaneously. "And I promise to be more understanding of you and the guys' friendship." 

I can't help but smile up at him. I get on my tippy toes and kiss him softly, making his face light up and smile bright. 

"I'll text you later." I tell him as I gently let go of his hands and head towards the cafeteria, without breaking eye contact. 

I finally turn around and see Jackson standing in the corner by himself, staring down Scott and Stiles. I look over at Scott and Stiles' table and can see how angry Scott is while Stiles is trying to calm him down. I then look back at Jackson who is smirking at them. What is he doing?

Without hesitation, I approach Jackson and loudly proclaim, "awww, how cute! Jackson is crushing on Scott McCall!" as I reach up and pinch his cheek closest to me and snatch the apple out of his hand with my other hand when he's not looking.

Panic flashes over his eyes as everyone's attention turns to us instead of Scott, giving him and Stiles a quick getaway from the cafeteria.

"What? N–no I don't!" He stutters loudly.

"Aww don't be so shy Jacksy boy! It's okay to like another boy, right Danny?" I look over at Danny sitting with Lydia and Allison, winking. 

Danny chuckles and nods in agreement while taking a bite of food. He then swallows and speaks up. "Yeah, Jackson, nothing wrong with batting for the other team!" 

Making Lydia giggle to herself. Jackson stares me down angrily and huffs so hard that his nostrils flare and his face turns red. He starts stomping away until he's completely out of the cafeteria. I then turn towards Allison's table, smirking and take a huge bite out of the apple and sit down next to her. 

"Can I ask you something?" Allison asks.

I nod as I set my bag on the table and keep chewing as I face her.

"After what happened at the school, how are you still able to be friends with Scott? After he almost got us killed, why still be his friend?" 

I take a minute to think how to word this to her. Then I give her a sympathetic look and answer her.

"Because he actually saved us. We saved everyone that night." I explain as she looks down at her tray.

"Because I saw what he saw and I know the truth. Because…" I pause, tossing the apple around in my hands. I sigh and finish.

"Because Scott is really a good guy. He just sometimes doesn't make the best decisions, but will always mean well."

We make eye contact for awhile. I take one last bite of the apple, grab my bag and leave. Hoping she'll really think about what I said. Hoping she'll come to her senses.

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I walk into the house and toss my keys into the bowl next to the front door and kick my shoes off and start heading upstairs. Face down to my phone while texting Isaac that I don't even see my dad when I bump into him on the stairs.

"Whoa, kiddo! You're supposed to look forward when walking up the stairs, not down!" He jokes.

"Ye–yeah, uh, sorry, Dad." I lazily reply waving my hand in his direction while still texting and walking, never looking up.

Before I know it, my father's large hand is snatching my phone from me, making me whip my whole body around to face him. He puts his reading glasses on and I try to take the phone from him, but he's holding me back with one hand.

"Dad, give it back!" I cry out, still trying to jump and reach for my phone. He keeps his arm outstretched, his hand on my face as he reads my texts out loud.

"A text from Isaac, huh? You looked really good today, Charli. Gotta admit, I really wanted to kiss you when I saw you." He read in a fake, deep voice dramatically.

"I wouldn't have said no if you tried." He read my reply in a terrible girly voice, also dramatically.

"Daaaad! Stop!" I groaned, stomping my feet with a pouty face while still trying to snatch my phone back.

He looked at me over his readers, then turned back, cleared his throat, only to read in a fake deep voice again and held the phone up higher. "I can't believe I was ever mad at you! You're so beautiful and I'm such an idiot! I really hope we can get some alone time soon because I miss your lips–"

I manage to snatch the phone away before he can finish the text. I cross my arms in front of me and give him a stern look. "You know that's called an invasion of privacy, right?"

"You know I pay the phone bill, right?" He shot back.

I just look down and slowly swipe my foot across the floor, not sure what else to say. When I look back at him, he has his glasses off and tucked back in his shirt pocket.

"So things are good with Isaac again, huh?" He asks genuinely.

"We're working things out." I answer with a sigh as I shove my phone in my back pocket.

"Well, what does Stiles say?" He asks.

"Why would Stiles care? We're just friends." I defend. He snorts, trying to hold back laughter.

"What's so funny?" I ask, crossing my arms again.

"The fact that you don't see it." He chuckles.

"See what?"

"Okay, Charli, don't play dumb, I know you're practically a genius." He's stern.

"I know what love looks like because I've had it. Anyone who has been in love can see it." He explains.

"I don't love Stiles!" I snap.

"Right, and Dracula wasn't based off of your grandfather…" he comments with a smirk.

"Look, you do what you need to do for you. It's okay to date around, but don't ignore your feelings, otherwise they're gonna eat you up and you're gonna spend the rest of your eternal life wondering 'what if'." I hate when he gets all Yoda on me…

Before I can say anything, my ringtone for Stiles goes off. I quickly answer it. "What's up, Stilinski?"

"Speak of the devil." My dad comments with a smirk. Making me shush him and push him lightly, getting a light chuckle from him.

"Y–you might wanna head over here. Like now. I have a uh–uh surprise visitor." I huff, blowing my bangs out of my face.

"Alright, I'm coming." I'm about to hang up when he gets my attention.

"Can I go over to his house to work on our project and then go to the game tonight?"

"For?"

"Economics." Different, but just run with it

"Okay. Just be back by 11." He answers, heading towards his office.

Once he let me leave and I run as fast as I can out the door over to Stiles' house. I let myself in and start climbing the stairs to his room.

"Stiles?" I call out.

"Yeah, up here." Oh good, he's still alive

I let myself in his room, holding the strap of my bag close to my chest, looking down until I come through the door fully. "Okay, Stiles, so who's the special visi–" fucking Derek… of course cuz we can't have one normal day at Beacon Hills, right? 

I sigh with disappointment and shut the door behind me. "Yeah nice to see you too." Derek retorts.

"What's the furball doing here?" I ask, already exhausted from the sight of Derek as I sit on the edge of Stiles' bed, one leg tucked under the other. One hand supporting my weight, the other resting on my inner thigh.

Stiles spins around in his desk chair to face me. "Hiding out."

I look at Derek sarcastically. "Hiding out in the Sheriff's house? Not your best idea there, is it, Der Bear?"

He glares at me. "Don't fucking call me that."

"Oh I'm sorry, would furball be better? Or even eyebrows, or–or perhaps–"

Stiles cuts me off. "Okay, enough fighting, children. Don't make me separate you two."

Derek rolls his eyes as I smirk. "So Scott didn't get the necklace?"

Stiles and I shake our heads, then I speak up. “No. He's still working on it-- but there's something else we can try.”

Derek connects his eyes with mine, raising his arms out for one of us to continue, which makes Stiles clear his throat and speak up. "The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there…”

“So?” he jerks his head to the side in his impatience. If Stiles wasn't here, I'd fuck him up right now…

“So it wasn't Scott.” I motion my hand out in front of me as I speak then put my hand back on my thigh. 

“Well, can you find out who sent it?” Derek questions, looking between the two of us before Stiles shakes his head 

“No, not us. But I think I know somebody who can." It's Danny isn't it? 

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“You want me to do what?” Danny looks at Stiles like he belongs in a straight jacket. 

“Trace a text.” Stiles motions his hands out with a fake innocent look all over his face.

Danny looks between us, moving his hand between us as he speaks. “I came here to do lab work with you both. That's what lab partners do.” 

“And we will, once you trace the text.” I smile innocently,

Danny furrows his brows as he counters back. “And what makes you think I know how?” 

Stiles looks to me before looking back at Danny and confessing “I-- I looked up your arrest report... so--” Jesus fucking Christ, Stiles! 

“I-- I was 13. They dropped the charges.” Danny argues, trying to defend himself and Stiles is quick to lift his hands up as a sign of no judgement. “We’re good man."

Danny shakes his head. “No, we're doing lab work.” 

He grabs the chair I had my foot resting on, making me move it, sitting down and grabbing his notebooks.

Stiles throws his head backwards, making us share a defeated look with each other. Danny looks at Derek sitting down on the other side of the room, quiet during our previous exchange “Who's he again?” 

Stiles and I share another worried look. “Um, my cousin-- Miguel.” Stiles stammers earning a snort from me that I try to hide with a cough. 

Danny glanced at me, then I quickly lie. "Allergies. Sorry." 

Danny turns back to Stiles and leans forward to whisper. “Is that blood on his shirt?”

I look over to Derek, watching as he looks down at his shirt. I bite my bottom lip and go back to flipping through our notes from class while Stiles looks back quickly. “Yeah-- yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel-- I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts?”

Stiles throws a look between Derek and his dresser, making Derek huff annoyed. Closing the book he was reading loudly before he gets up to head to Stiles’ dresser. 

Stiles turns his attention back to our lab partner “So anyway, I mean, we all know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably–”

Derek drops his arm, gaining mine and Danny's attention as he mumbles his interruption “Uh, Stiles?”

“Yes?” Stiles turns around with an exasperated sigh, Looking over towards Derek who lifts up the shirt.

“This-- no fit.” He emphasizes by stretching the shirt in between his hands with two quick tugs. 

“Then try something else on.” Stiles grits out before turning back around.

Derek sends the back of Stiles’ head an irritated look before he makes eye contact with me. I just shrug and quietly suggest another drawer where he might find some bigger shirts. He opens it and searches through the drawers and finds an orange and blue striped shirt. He looks over at me, then back to the shirt and slides it on over his head.

He faces me again to show me the shirt and  I just give him two thumbs up.  Bitch, don't laugh or he'll murder you and everyone in this room…

Derek throws me a sarcastic thumbs up before turning back to Stiles and Danny. 

“Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?” Hitting Danny on the shoulder, signaling him to look at Derek. “What do you think, Danny?”

 "Huh?" 

Stiles points behind him towards Derek. “The shirt.”

“It's-- it's not really his color.” Can't argue there

"What do you think, Charli?" Stiles asks cheerfully.

"The color is fine, but his shoulders are too broad for it I think." Sorry, just being honest

Derek glares at me before taking off the shirt and looking for a different one. I close my notebook and get up to help him find one tlso we're not sitting here all night doing this.

Stiles mischievously squints his eyes and leans into Danny. “You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy." 

 “You're a horrible person.” Danny quips.

 “I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text…” okay, I now fully believe that Stiles is definitely an evil mastermind, but like, cute? OMG stop you're dating Isaac shut up…

Derek sighs harshly. "Stiles! None of these fit.”

 Stiles looks from Derek shirtless back to Danny with a knowing look. 

Danny makes a face and turns back towards the desk, grabbing the laptop. “I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text.”

Stiles’ surprised face turns towards me, reaching his arms up in celebration as I roll my eyes and shake my head with a small smile at the scene he played out perfect. It was at Derek’s expense but still. I finally find a grayish black long sleeve shirt for Derek to wear and toss it to him to put on.

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After a couple of minutes later, Danny points at the screen. “There. The text was sent from a computer… this one.” 

 I’m sitting at the desk with Danny and Stiles sitting on either side of me. Derek is standing on Danny’s other side and we all lean forward, looking at where he’s pointing. This can't be right…

“Registered to that account name?” Derek stands up straighter and we share a look of shock and uncertainty. There's no way in hell this is right… right?

“No, no, no, no-- that can't be right.” Stiles exclaims rapidly and looks at me, making my 'spidey senses' tingle. Yet, I can’t look away from the screen in front of me and what it’s telling me…

Text Message located::filesystem catalog entry =

Account registered to:

Beacon Hills Hospital - Melissa McCall

End search . . .

I get a text alert from my phone. As the guys look at me, I quickly check it. I read it and it's from Isaac.

Isaac: Babe! Game starts soon! You coming???

I put my phone back in my pocket and grab my bag then head for the door.

"Where are you going?" Stiles asks.

I stop in front of the door with my hand resting on the knob. "I'm sorry, but I made a promise to Isaac."

I keep eye contact with Stiles giving him a look to say nonverbally that I was sorry before leaving.

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 I make it just in time to catch Isaac just outside the locker room as he's exiting out with a few other teammates. I quietly grab him by the side of the collar and pull him in for a sweet, yet passionate kiss. After a minute or so, we break away. He looks at me with a surprised smile. 

"I wasn't sure you were gonna make it." He admits, running his hand down my arm to hold my hand. 

"I made you a promise that I was going to do better. This is me keeping that promise." I explain, running my free hand through his hair, then resting said hand on his cheek.

He let's go of my hand and snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. His eyes exploring me, making my cheeks go red. I wrap my arms around his neck and get on my tippy toes so I can reach his lips. His arms squeeze tighter, practically lifting me off the ground, making me make a little squeak as I'm lifted. 

He chuckles and kisses me again. I hold his face and kiss him passionately, making him squeeze me tighter. A little moan escapes my lips as his hands move to my butt and I wrap my legs around his waist. I go to run my fingers through his hair when we're interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. We stop immediately and look over to Coach Finstock standing there, clipboard in hand and a raised eyebrow. 

"I hate to break up this bad decision that's about to happen…" he remarks sarcastically while motioning in small circles in our direction. "... but Lahey, I'm gonna need you out on the field since Greenberg failed his English and left us short-handed." 

"I'll be out there, Coach. Promise." Isaac answers reassuringly. 

Coach Finstock nods and does a small fist pump and heads out to the field. Isaac then turns to me and half smiles. "Pick this up later?" 

"Go get 'em, babe." I encourage. 

He smiles brightly and gives me a quick peck on the lips, picks up his stick and helmet and runs off to the field. I follow not too far after and sit in the first row on the bleachers. 

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I sit and wait for Stiles to arrive, but I see no sign of him. I pull out my phone and try to all him, but it immediately goes to voicemail. I then send him a concerned text.

Charli: where tf are you??? The game is gonna start any sec!!!!

"Lahey! C'mere!" Coach calls to Isaac as he motions for him to come over. Isaac jogs over to him and Coach breaks it down for him.

"Alright, now listen, Lahey. Bilinski hasn't shown up yet and he's supposed to be first line, so congratulations, you've moved up the chain. You're now first line." He pats Isaac's shoulder and walks away, leaving Isaac in shock.

He then turns to me with a huge smile and mouths "I'm first line!" I give him a supportive two thumbs up before he runs off to stretch. 

Okay, this is not good…. I get ready to stand up and talk to Scott, when I realize that Jackson is getting in his face. I try to listen in.

"Do you know what Argent means in French?" Please don't say silver please don't say silver please don't say–

 "It means 'silver'." Son of a bitch! 

I immediately panic again and keep trying to call and text Stiles. I shouldn't have left him … I should've stayed and just broke my promise to Isaac… How am I gonna live with myself if something happens to Stiles????

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🌿🐺💜Wolf's Bane💜🐺🌿

ugh and I forgot to post my last two Drawtober Prompt Paintings again! 

now here we go: Drawtober Prompt 3! 

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