Triskele

Formality

"I will kill him." Isaac snarled.

"Izzie-." Scott started.

"No, I will rip his shitty lungs out of his shitty body. The little old wheezing bastard stabbed you, he deserves death!"

"Izzie calm down." Scott responded. Isaac growled lowly. "What should I do about Allison?" He asked to change the subject.

"What do you mean?" Isaac replied. 'How about stay away from her for the rest of your life.' He thought possessively. "Go to the dance, I am sure she forgives you."

"Really?" Scott asked hopefully.

"Yes Pup." Isaac sighed.

"Are you kidding me?!" Scott groaned as he looked at his pants, a large rip running down the seam.

"Give them to me." Melissa ordered as she entered the room with a needle and thread. Scott took off his pants and handed them to his mother. "You will be okay tonight right?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hopefully Allison will forgive me."

"If she does not than she is fool." Melissa responded.

"She has every right to hate me I have been lying to her."

"You have been protecting her. No se quede corto, Amor. No para ella, no para cualquier persona. Okay?"

"Okay Mamá." Scott agreed.

"Good, now here put on your pants and have fun tonight. Not too much though, I doubt John wants to "detain" you and Stiles- again." Melissa said as she handed him his pants.

"Thanks Mom, I promise not to cause trouble."

"You know we are not suppose to even be here." Stiles said as they entered the gymnasium.

"Yeah, let us hope Coach does not see us." Scott responded.

"I am going to find Harley." Stiles told him. Scott nodded and sat in the bleachers, searching for Allison. He saw her talking with Lydia out on the dance floor- then he saw Coach Finstock.

"McCall! I see you McCall!" Coach Finstock yelled.

"Shit!" Scott hissed as he made his way down the bleachers and out into the crowd. Allison looked up to see Scott and smiled.

"McCall get back here!" Coach Finstock shouted. Scott ran into Danny, whose date went off to get something to drink and wrapped his arms around Danny shoulders. "MCCALL!" Coach Finstock pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of them. "What the hell are you doing?" Scott cleared his throat.

"Is there a problem Coach?" He asked innocently. Coach Finstock looked around.

"Oh no I see what you are trying to do. You are trying to make it seem like I- like I am- what the hell are you all looking at? Dance, it is a dance so dance!" Coach Finstock said as he turned away. "Except for you Greenberg, you could not dance to save your life."

"Thanks Danny." Scott said before leaving to find Allison.

"Is there something I should know?" She asked cheekily. Scott laughed and shook his head. "You snuck into the dance for me?" Scott nodded. She smiled and grabbed his hand. "Come on then. Any guy willing to face Coach's wrath must be a decent catch."

"Where are we going?" Scott asked as Allison lead him outside. She opened one of the buses and got on, motioning for Scott to join her. He smiled but then frowned at the sound of two cars coming towards him. He looked up to see an SUV coming from in front and behind him. Allison was screaming at him. Scott jumped as the SUVs collided and landed on their hoods, all wolfed out. He looked up at Allison. She was staring at him in shock and horror. He got off the cars and took off into the woods, towards his Alpha.