A/N: Prepare yourselves for a tonne of emotional upheaval! I love you! (A lot of strong language in this chapter, everyone's losing their shit.) Also, Crystalððð
SCOTT
A knock on the door surprised Scott out of his afternoon TV marathon. His nose told him it was Isaac, he jumped up and straightened his sweater and went to answer he door. Isaac stood on the porch, awkwardly kicking his feet at the ground. He looked up and smiled lopsidedly at Scott.
Scott wanted to smile back but anger still lingered towards Isaac. He wore light blue jeans and a grey long sleeved shirt with his signature scarf.
"You know it'll be summer soon. Can't wear scarves in summer." Scott joked a little snarkily.
"Watch me." Isaac challenged, "So are you gonna invite me in?"
Scott waved him in and they took a seat in the living room. Isaac wrung his hands nervously for a few seconds, looking around the room, Scott decided to speak first.
"Where were you the other day? We had a pack meeting." Isaac finally directed his gaze at Scott.
"No one told me. Stiles and you are the only people with my number." Scott immediately felt terrible. He hadn't texted Isaac because he still felt awkward after their argument and of course, Stiles couldn't text him.
"Shit, I'm sorry Isaac, I guess I still felt a little weird after... You know." Isaac nodded in understanding.
"Listen, I'm sorry for what I said, I went too far." He apologised. Scott was mildly surprised, he hadn't had Isaac pegged for the apologetic type.
"It's cool I guess. I'm in shit with Derek now though." Isaac raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"Stiles decided to tell him about your little Oscar Wilde comment and now he's suspicious."
Isaac frowned, that clearly hadn't been his aim.
"I get that I shouldn't have said it, but I was pissed." Isaac reasoned, his eyes on the floorboards.
"Why?" Scott asked. Isaac's eyes shot up from the floor, something akin to anger in them.
"We kissed Scott, and I don't know about you but I felt something." Isaac explained. "I didn't think you'd just go back to normal." Guilt wracked Scott's insides. He too had felt something, but he had other commitments. He'd already told Derek nothing was going on which was true, and of course, he was with Allison.
But what about how strange things had become between them? The constant comparisons to Isaac, the diminished desire to be intimate with her, and the fact sh'ed noticed? Things were less than good in his relationship. Isaac appeared to pick up on Scott's mood.
"Has it affected you at all?" He asked, but his tone said he already knew the answer. Scott sighed and leant back into the couch.
"Yeah, I guess it has. But that doesn't change the fact it should never have happened." Isaac rolled his eyes.
"Thats bullshit. Tell me that you haven't once thought about doing it again."
Scott knew he was in a corner. He'd thought plenty of times about doing it again, thought about where it would have gone if he'd never told Isaac to stop. His dreams had been brimming with Isaac and his beautiful blue eyes.
"I won't lie to you, I have. But like I said before, I'm with Allison. I can't just ditch her because we had one good kiss Isaac. She loves me."
Now the anger was tangible in the air. Isaac was upset.
"Exactly. She loves you. Since we kissed everything's changed hasn't it?" He fumed. Scott didn't reply, but Isaac got up and strode over to him in one large step. "One good kiss? Would it change if it was two?"
And before Scott could do anything, Isaac was in his lap, lips pressed tightly to his. Clouds rolls through Scott's mind, covering all logic and potential actions. He responded, driven by sheer desire, one hand gripped Isaac's hip hard and the other tangled in his dirty blond curls. He couldn't concentrate on anything but Isaac's arms around his neck and his soft lips.
Then all too abruptly, Isaac pulled back sharply. He untangled himself from Scott and stood back from the couch.
"She loves you Scott, but you don't love her." And with that, he stormed out of the living room and Scott was left to listen to the door slam.
What had he just done?
He didn't have much time to contemplate the events of ten seconds ago, because the door flew open yet again and Derek's scent filled the house, determination laced within it. He rushed into the living room and practically threw himself down into one of the chairs.
"I know how we can find Peter. Call Jackson." He breathed, then fell back into the armchair breathing heavily.
"What on earth were you doing?" Scott asked, still composing himself.
"I'll explain when the others get here. I just saw Isaac and he was not happy. What happened?"
"Uh, he came over and we tried to solve the argument we had the other day but I think it just got worse." Scott answered, and luckily, Derek was too pumped up to delve any further. After all, that hadn't been a lie.
"Well you can fix that later, we have more important stuff to do. Call Jackson and Danny."
DANNY
"You what?" Danny seethed. Jackson's head dropped into his hands.
"I know I know, it's really bad." He groaned, his voice muffled.
"Bad? Jackson this is fucking terrible!" He stood up from his swivel chair and paced the room. "You came onto Stiles!"
"Drunk." Jackson added.
"You honestly think that matters? He didn't want you to! So that's why you were so beat up when you got back from that damn party." Danny cried, talking more to himself than Jackson.
"Danny, I'm sorry okay, we were on a break and I honestly didn't think you were going to take me back. I was fucking upset!"
Danny halted and fixed Jackson, who was now watching him, with a glare.
"You were upset? So your solution was to get pissed and take advantage of one of my friends?" He yelled. Jackson stood and squared up to him.
"What was I supposed to do, Danny? I fucking love you and you told me you didn't want to see me again!" He shouted back.
"That wasn't the solution!" He argued. Jackson turned away from him and raked a shaky hand through his hair. He was trembling. "Jackson?" Danny said softly. Jackson didn't reply. Danny moved round to stand in front of him. Tears flooded the blond's eyes, threatening to fall.
"Danny please, you know I'm a shitty person. I make mistakes all the fucking time, mistakes are the only think I'm good at." He whimpered. "You're the only good thing in my life, I can't lose you." Danny wrapped his boyfriend tightly in his arms and kissed his hair.
"Jackson I understand that your life isn't easy, but you can't always be so selfish. I get that what you did was a mistake but I can't just let this slide." Danny whispered. Jackson pulled his head back from its resting place in the crook of Danny's neck. His eyes searched Danny's for what he meant.
"Don't leave." He murmured, his hands tightening on his arms. It broke Danny's heart but he had to be true to himself.
"I just need some time to think." And with that he gently let go of Jackson, kissed him on the cheek and left the house.
LYDIA
There was one thing Lydia Martin was sure of, and that was that listening to Allison complain about her relationship was Scott was far better than thinking about her own problems. She sat on her best friend's bed opposite her as she vented, their cross legged positions mirroring each other.
It had been over a month since she and Jackson had ended their own relationship, or rather agreement. The two had been friends since middle school, and of course their parents wanted nothing more than for their precious children to stay together forever, get married and produce beautiful little Lydias and Jacksons.
Except there was one problem. Jackson liked guys and Lydia liked girls. And so, their agreement was born. They both knew their parents would never accept their sexualities, so they faked a relationship that made both sets of parents happy and kept them off their backs. Of course, when Danny came into the picture it got to a point where Jackson didn't want to continue.
"He's being so distant, he hasn't even kissed me properly in a week." Allison told her, Lydia reached a hand out to her which she took gratefully. Lydia squeezed it lightly and fixed her best friend with a meaningful gaze.
"Don't worry Ally, I'm sure it's nothing you did. Any guy would be lucky to have you." She comforted her.
Allison smiled, but her expression still bore traces of sadness and it broke Lydia's heart a little. Allison was simply too beautiful inside and out to be feeling so unappreciated.
"I just don't understand it. Everything was fine and then suddenly he changed out of nowhere? Do you think he met someone else?"
Lydia's heart leapt at the thought, then scolded herself internally. Her friend was upset and all she could think about was getting a chance with her. Of course, regardless of whether or not Scott was in the picture, Allison was straight. Even if she was single she'd never see Lydia as anything more than a friend.
"Maybe you should talk to him? There's only really so much I can help with." Lydia replied honestly, Allison nodded sadly.
"Wanna cuddle and watch a movie?" She offered, smiling hopefully at Lydia. Lydia grinned at her, the answer would always be yes to cuddling with Allison.
"Sure thing bambi."
She'd called Allison that since she could remember. Her big brown eyes that had reminded her of a doe had been the reason behind the nickname. Allison pulled back the comforter and they slid under, she reached for the remote on the bedside table and turned on the flat screen.
"What shall we watch?"
"Whatever you want, as long as it's not the notebook." Lydia groaned. Allison clapped excitedly and snuggled in closer to her.
"Thanks Lydia, I feel a little better."
"Any time Al."