Isaac tugged at the leather jacket he had gotten from Derek in front of the cracked and dirty mirror, a small grimace on his face.

"When you make that face, you look constipated." Harley sighed, turning the page in her magazine. "Just sayin."

"Thanks." He muttered, pushing his shoulders back. It wasn't something he would usually wear, the boy opting for sturdy coats or sweaters. Sometimes the occasional cardigan.

"So, lemme guess. You're trying to go for a bad boy look?" She inquired, not even looking up. "If so, you can't pull if off."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, slightly offended.

"You're like a puppy." She laughed, flicking a curl back. "Be more of a werewolf, not a golden retriever."

"And how do I do that?" Isaac was growing even more insecure, finally just shrugging off the jacket and tossing it aside.

"Channel your inner Jackson Whittemore. But to do that, you have to be a stud." She mused, squinting her eyes at the magazine. "Oh, that is ugly. Feathers are so not cute."

"Stud?"

"Y'know, stud. Bad boy. Chick magnet. You act like you've never even kissed a girl before." Harley chuckled. When she got no reply she glanced up to see him looking down at his feet while he leant against the wall. "Oh my god. You've never kissed a girl before?"

"Can you not be a total bitch, for like five seconds?" He inquired, making her raise an eyebrow in surprise, slightly impressed.

"See, that took some confidence." She shut the magazine and flung it aside, pushing herself off the train bench. "Which you certainly need more of. Come here."

"Wait, what?" He gaped at her, the tall blonde crossing her arms.

"Come. Here." She rolled her eyes as he slowly pushed himself off the wall, moving closer to her. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist, the boy's eyes widening considerably. "Now. There are many places to put your hands while kissing a girl. You could hold her face, tangle your hands in her hair, but the best place, is the waist. Get it so far?"

"Uh, yeah." He nodded slowly.

"It's your safe zone. You start here, and if it's really going places or you feel confident," She paused, sliding his hand to her butt, using her fingers to make him squeeze it lightly. "You move it down. Got it?"

He swallowed hard, nodding robotically as his pulse rose quickly. She moved his hand to its original spot on her waist. "Now kiss me."

"What?" He asked, choking a little. Never in a million years, did he think he would ever hear those words come out of Harley Finstock's mouth. And most certainly not directed towards him.

"Do I have to do everything?" She groaned, rolling her eyes before pressing her lips against his. Isaac froze automatically, not processing what was happening.

It was like his brain was buffering.

It took him a few seconds to become aware of her lips moving against his, the boy slowly catching on as he attempted to kiss her back. She pulled away, eyes squinting as she thought about something.

"Not bad, but do more with your hands. It's like wearing a sweaty belt." She wrinkled her nose, Isaac nodding frantically. "Oh, and try a little tongue this time."

He leaned forward, initiating the kiss this time. His grip on her waist grew a tad bit tighter, almost like he was afraid to hurt her. Taking her advice, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, the girl retracting right away.

"Too much tongue. Way too much." She shook her head forcefully, a visible grimace on her face.

"Sorry." He winced, his voice wavering slightly.

"It's alright. If I'm telling the truth, Jackson was way worse." She said bluntly, making him laugh. "I'm serious. It's like he was trying to eat my uvula. Major turn off."

"Really?" His face scrunched up at the thought, the image clear in his mind.

"Yeah. So, do the exact opposite of that." She warned, eyes wide. She pressed her lips to his once more, Isaac taking her notes and attempting to utilize them as he kissed her.

A surprised noise came from the back of Harley's throat, giving him the confidence to slide his hand down and grip her butt. She broke the kiss a few seconds later, patting him on the chest.

"Nice job." She shrugged, sitting on a table and pulling out her phone.

"Wait, that's it?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Pretty much." She pursed her lips, typing away at the screen. "Just remember that, and channel it through your confidence."

"But we-" She held up a finger, silencing him right away.

"I kissed you. Big deal. We aren't going to frolic into the sunset with Taylor Swift playing in the background." She scoffed, her head snapping up towards the entrance. "Besides, Erica's here."

The blonde got up and skipped towards the entrance, leaving him standing there in shock. Harley came back, dragging a girl behind her who looked around with wide eyes. She grabbed her duffel bag and unloaded it, a straightener, curling wands, makeup bag and five outfits ending up on the table.

"This is gonna be so much fun!" She squealed, clapping her hands together with a grin.

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"Now, do you remember the plan?" Harley asked as they entered the building, arms linked.

"Walk in, do something sexy, and get Scott and Stiles' attention." Erica nodded with each task.

"Perfect." She stopped and turned towards her, adjusting her tanktop and lipstick. "Now remember. You are a badass werewolf. You are a gorgeous and intimidating biatch."

"So I'm you." She concluded, making her laugh.

"No. You are Erica Reyes." She squeezed her arms and grinned. "And boy, are they gonna be sorry they ever laughed at you."

Erica smiled and hugged her tightly before they walked into the cafeteria. Harley leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms as the girl walked down the middle of the room, everyone's eyes on her. A smirk grew on her face as Erica leaned down next to some freshman and took his apple, taking a bite out of it.

"What the holy hell, is that?" Lydia seethed, narrowing her eyes as she smacked her palms down on Scott and Stiles' table.

"It's Erica." Scott answered, watching as she strutted away, linking arms with Harley.

"That was perfect." Harley laughed as they walked through the halls, Erica discarding her apple in a nearby trashcan. The blonde could already feel her phone buzzing, most likely being blown up with angry messages from Lydia.

"Did you see their faces?" Erica grinned as they walked towards Derek's camaro. "I felt, hot."

"You are." She opened the door and let her get in as Scott and Stiles burst through the doors. They watched in shock as she sent them a wink, climbing into the car.

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HA. HARSAAC. AHA.

Now, it's not like they're falling in love rn. She doesn't care about Isaac or even his feelings, right now he's kind of a source of entertainment for Harley.

And am I the only one who could imagine Erica being all giddy after that scene? Because that's exactly what I did.

So, how do you think our bby Isaac is going to handle his "boost of confidence"?

Vote and comment ❤️

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