Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

1.19

"Why am I not surprised by this?" Isabelle muttered as they all walked out of class and in the direction of the parking lot to go home for the day.  "You're not even supposed to be around the girl, yet she's your goddammit anchor." She looked at Scott almost accusingly, though she knew it wasn't entirely his fault for unknowingly making Allison his anchor.

"You couldn't have picked anyone else?"

"What do you mean?" Scott asked confused.

"It's Allison." She announced, and when he returned her look with furrowed eyebrows she explained. "Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field."

Scott nodded remembering. "Yeah, I did..."

"Well, so that's what brought you back so you could score." Isabelle said. "And then, after the game, in the locker room, you didn't kill her-- at least, not like how you were trying to kill me and Stiles."

"She brings you back, is what we're saying." Stiles said cutting Isabelle off from any more details.

"No, no, no." Scott disagreed. "But it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her, or-or touching her--"

"No, that's not the same." Stiles input. "When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" Scott dazed off and Isabelle gave him a shocked expression. But then again, why should she be surprised.

"You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. Sorry." Stiles sighed, expecting it.

"She's your anchor," said Isabelle. "We don't always need them, but they bring us back when we can't come back."

"You mean, because I love her?"

"Ah damn."

Scott froze when he realized what he just said. "Did I just say that?" He asked, double checking to in fact make sure the words came out of his mouth.

"Yes," Isabelle fought off a groan. Scott being in love with her would make it that much harder for him to keep away from her. She was an Argent, he was a werewolf. It would never work, but somehow she was the only one who saw that. Then again, she had seen it before. "You just said that."

"I love her." Scott rejoiced, eyes wide with hope and happiness.

Stiles nodded impatiently. "That's great! Now, moving on--"

"No, no, no, really-- I think I'm totally in love with her."

"And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time."

Scott nodded getting back on track. "Yeah, yeah, yeah...sorry. So, what do I do?"

"I don't know." Stiles admits. "Yet." Scott and Isabelle exchanged glances when Stiles had that look on his face.

"Oh, no. You're getting an idea, aren't you?"

"Yeah..."

"Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?"

"Maybe."

"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?"

"Yeah, definitely. Come on!"

"What are we doing?" Stiles led the outside to one of the nearby buildings.

"You'll see...hold on...Okay, stand right there." Stiles said as he made Scott stand still.