devil breaks you ━━ isaac lahey

10| motel room

THE BUS CAME TO A STOP AT AN ARCANE MOTEL at the outskirts of a Californian town. The school's faculty members decided to call Coach and tell him to book the nearest hotel for the students to sleep in after receiving news of the lacrosse tournament's cancellation.

Being stuck in a motel with a handful of werewolves and a huntress was not the ideal situation Violet wanted to be in. After helping Scott with his wound, she guessed she was fine when it came to him and his friends, although she couldn't say the same about Ethan. Ethan, whom tried to grab her attention approximately thirty times throughout the bus ride, most probably wanting to ask her where she stood.

It could be worse, Violet thought. Reid could be here, and there would've been no avoiding Reid. "I've seen worse." She heard Scott say as he stepped out of the bus.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles shot back rhetorically.

Coach blew his whistle, grabbing everyones attention. "Listen up, the meet's been cancelled and this is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." He held the keys in his hands. "You'll be pairing up, choose wisely."

The pairs of students grabbed the keys from Coach and started to walk to the entrance, leaving four remaining people. Scott, Stiles, Isaac and Violet.

The four exchanged glances for a long while until Stiles finally spoke up. "Absolutely not, no." He shook his head at Isaac who gave him a knowing look. "I'm not pairing up with her."

"But—"

"No buts!" He interrupted. "You two are the werewolves, at least you'd have a chance against her."

Violet tilted her head. "Are you sure about that?"

     "This!" Stiles exclaimed, gesturing to her. "This is why you shouldn't leave a fragile little guy like me with her. Which leaves us two options. Scott..." He patted his best-friend's back. "Or Isaac."

      "No." Isaac took a step back. "I'd rather be paired up with Greenberg." He said, receiving an eyeroll from Violet.

      "I have a better idea." Violet stepped forth, taking the key from Stiles' hands. "You three share a room, and i'll get one alone. Coach doesn't have to know." She said, observing their hesitant reactions. "Or just suck it up and room with me and stop acting like i'm the fucking plague. What? You think I want to spend the night with any of you three?"

      "I'd do it if you didn't hate us so much."

"I don't." She corrected them. "Hate your pack, that is. At least not entirely." 

       Isaac huffed. "You don't do a great job of showing that." He looked at Scott and Stiles, who gave off a familiar look; as if they were pressuring him into taking action. "I'm just saying you could be a little..." He paused to look at her. "Nicer."

      "Nice?" She repeated with furrowed eyebrows. "I could be nice. I didn't kill you yesterday, i'd say that was extremely nice of me." She could see from the corner of her eyes Stiles facepalm in exasperation. "Now, you three can either pick someone or one of you will have to crash in someone else's room."

       "I'll do it." Isaac finally said. "Just say one nice thing."

       Violet didn't know what game he was playing, and she didn't much feel like fighting back. Her eyes travelled to him outfit, from his grey sweater to his black pants, and landed on his dark grey scarf. "Scarf." She shrugged. "I like your scarf."