No Way Out | Teen Wolf & The Vampire Diaries

Chapter 11

The next day, I manage to go to classes... not that I can focus on much. Thankfully, Isaac, Stiles, and Scott stick by me for most of the day.

I hardly see Allison — she's angry that everyone knew about us being Hunters except for her. I get it, I do. I knew for nine whole years before she did.

After school, Isaac and I go to a formal-wear shop near the bookshop, funnily enough.

It's quite a pretty shop — the floors are laminated wood, small spotlights hang from up above, there are small black couches near the dressing rooms, tuxes hang on a rack on one side of the room, and there are tons of dresses in different colours, lengths, and sizes hanging everywhere.

It's really busy inside — lots of students are trying on tuxes and dresses last minute.

On his first try, Isaac picks out an all-black tux and tries it on. I get off the couch and stroll over to him. It fits him well.

"Nice," I comment, adjusting his tie and pulling his blazer jacket down to straighten it out. "You clean up well, Lahey."

He grins at me. "Thanks, Argent. Alright, you next."

"I need your honest opinion," I look him dead in the eye, "Don't you dare say "take this one" for every dress I try on."

He chuckles. "So in other words, don't be a complete guy. Got it."

He goes to change back into his normal clothes as I scan the racks of dresses. They're all so pretty. Since it's not the most formal event ever, I end up looking at the short, just-above-the-knee-dresses.

Isaac comes back before I've even made my first choice. I end up selecting a low-cut navy blue one, trimmed with lace; a black halter-neck; a strapless sage-green one; and a red body-con. Isaac carries the dresses back to the dressing room for me, sitting on a couch outside.

I shut the curtain, get undressed, and try on the sage green one. No. It doesn't flatter my body at all — it's practically shapeless.

I show Isaac anyway. "You look really pretty," he comments.

I smile. "I think you mean, this is totally not the one."

He laughs. "Well, that's ultimately up to you, little bullet."

I try on the navy. It's nice — low-cut and sexy. I try on the red one. It's also flattering, I feel confident in it.

Then I try the black halter-neck one on. Let's be honest, we all knew I'd choose this one... I really like wearing black. It also flatters my figure the best.

I burst out the dressing room. Isaac looks me up and down, a small smile toying on his lips. He's so cute, please. "This one is the winner," he utters.

"I agree," I concur, gesturing to the all-black suit hanging on a rack next to him, "And now we match."

"You're not afraid of people thinking we're a couple, are you, Argent?" he teases, "Cause you know, that's kinda what couples do."

"I'm not scared, Lahey," I respond, smirking. "Are you?"

"To be seen matching with you?" He pretends to ponder before pulling a face. "Actually, on second thought..."