Chapter three

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"I just want to talk to Scott Mcall!" We hear a voice yell from behind us.

"He, he isn't here right now." I say in a faint voice.

Stiles squints and then asks, "Isaac? Isaac is that you?"

"Yes, but if you don't get Scott home soon, i'm going to kill the girl first, then gut you." He says walking closer to us.

I start creeping backwards because i'm so scared for my life right now. Then I speak up and say, "Can I call Scott?"

"If it gets him home faster, but you call him on mine." Isaac says pulling out his phone.

"But I don't have his number memorized." I argue.

"Well Stiles definitely does." He argues back.

"No, no I don't know it." Stiles says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ok, the two of you are so difficult. Call him on your phone, but speaker needs to be on the whole time!" He says securing his phone back in his pocket.

I pull out my phone and see that it's dead and whisper, "Oh crap."

"Oh what now?" Isaac moans.

"My, my phone is dead."

"Could you be any more unprepared?"

"Wasn't really planning on getting taken hostage today, ok!" I squeal.

"I can use my phone." Stiles says pulling his phone out.

"Finally!" Isaac says annoyed.

"Uhhh actually we can't." Stiles says looking down.

"Oh my gosh. I'm just going to kill you two! Why can't we use your phone Stiles?"

"Because it's also dead." He mumbles.

"Great. Do you guys know where he is at least?"

"He's at the bowling alley. We can take my car." I say looking over at the door.

"Finally, something helpful!" Isaac says as we all head to the door.

*In the car*

"What if Scott doesn't want to talk to you?" I ask Isaac, who's sitting in the passenger seat.

"Then I make him watch me kill you." He says soberly.

"Oh, yeah totally reasonable."

He lets out a laugh after I say that. I start thinking to myself, his laugh is so perfect! Why is he such a jerk though? He's also insanely hot! But he didn't threaten to kill me, more than once, bit of a turn off. But those curls! But the attitude. I guess i'm just realizing there are more cons than pros.

"Y/n? You mind keeping your eyes on the road?" Stiles asks, snapping my out of my trance.

"Oh yeah, sorry." I say with a small smile.

"What were you thinking about?" Isaac asks me, looking over at me with that perfect smile.

"I don't think I owe you an explanation." I say with a small smirk.

"Alright." He says looking back at the road.

*At the bowling alley*

"You guys stay in the car." Isaac says before I stop him from getting out.

"He won't go with you unless he sees one of us in actual danger." I say, with my arm holding him down.

"Alright. Then I slice your leg open?"

"No. Just take me inside with you, and i'll tell him to talk to you otherwise you'll kill me. Just a suggestion I mean."

"Makes more sense I guess." He says
shrugging. We both get out of the car and walk in.

"What size shoe are you." The worker asks.

"No we aren't bowling." Isaac states.

"You and your girlfriend have to buy shoes."

"Not my girlfriend first of all. Second we just need to talk to someone." Isaac says like he was offended.

"Well you don't have to say it like you would rather die than be seen with me." I say taken back.

"Well I would." He says with a small smirk.

"You need to buy shoes to talk." The worker says again.

"Fine we'll buy two pairs, I don't care what size, because we won't wear them." Isaac says pulling out his wallet.

"$12."

"Ok." Isaac says handing him the money. We both take our shoes and just hold them as we walk over to Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson.

"Hey y/n!" Scott says with a jolly smile.

"Who is this eye candy you have with you?" Lydia says smiling.

"His name is Isaac. Can we talk to you for a second Scott?" I say quietly.

"I'm kinda in the middle of a game."

"Scott!" I yell with a face that you could tell something was wrong.

"Oh yeah sure let's go over here." Scott says walking into an isolated area.

"What's going on?"

"Here's the thing, I don't want to hurt anyone, but Scott you need to come with me, or I kill your sister, and then give Stiles a slow and painful death." Isaac says with a smile.

"Aren't you on the lacrosse team?" Scott asks like he didn't just say he was gonna kill me.

"Not the point!" He says pulling my and holding something sharp against my throat.

"Alright! I'll go with you! Just let her go." Scott says as he throws me to the ground.

"Now go tell Allison you have to leave, make something up like, family emergency. Or something I don't care. Just be fast!"

"Ok." Scott says walking back over to Allison.

"Are you ok?" Isaac asks me holding his hand out for me to grab.

"I'm fine!" I say sternly, slapping his hand away.

"You know i'd be way nicer if you were nicer."
He says raising his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah no, "be nice to my kidnapper", was definitely on my to-do list this morning."

"Well my I could be on the top of your to-do list." He says with a smirk.

"Ewww, no. You just threatened to kill me and Stiles."

"I just want your brother, has nothing to do with you."

"Yeah well it feels a little personal!" I yell.

"Don't get feisty with me." He laughs.

"Oh get over yourself." I scoff.

"Get over myself? I'm being perfectly reasonable right now! I haven't ripped out your throat, or even given you a scratch!"

"Oh yeah no PERFECTLY reasonable! You threatened to kill my more times than a normal person has been threatened. And it's been thirty minutes. You held a knife, or something, to my throat! Threatened to kill my boyfriend! But yeah no perfectly reasonable."

"Wait Stiles is your boyfriend?"

"Like that changes anything?"

"Yeah it kinda does. I was only this nice because I thought you were hot." Isaac says talking quietly.

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