Harley, in one word, was annoyed.

Not only, had they been totally wrong about Lydia, but Allison freaking Argent had outsmarted her. Now she couldn't even help Derek teach down the real Kanima because she had been paralyzed. By the time she had gotten feeling back in her legs, her phone had already gone off seventeen times, no doubt angry messages from her father and confused messages from Lydia.

The blonde winced as she sat up, rolling her shoulders in an attempt to relieve their stiffness. She turned when a moan sounded from behind her, watching Isaac rub his head in confusion.

"Well if it isn't sleeping beauty." Harley chuckled, moving her hand to massage the back of her neck. "Welcome back."

"Did we kill Lydia?" Isaac asked, sitting up slowly. She just laughed, looking at him in incredulously.

"Seriously? No." She shook her head and swung her legs over the side of the bench, pushing herself up. "Besides, she's not even the Kanima."

"What?" He gave her a confused look, the girl just crossing her arms with a shrug. "Then who is?"

"No idea." She replied, fixing her hair in the cracked and dirty mirror that leaned against the wall. Harley let out a frustrated breath as her fingers got caught in a knot, it taking all her self control not to just rip it out.

Isaac couldn't help but watch as a pout formed on her lips, nimble fingers attempting to undo the matted knots in her blonde hair. It took her ten minutes, but she finally got them out, uttering a triumphant noise as she turned around. Something seemed to click in his mind, the boy jumping up and grabbing his backpack, muttering curses as he yanked out a beat up notebook.

"You okay?" Harley asked, watching in amusement.

"My deadline is up for Harris tomorrow." He muttered, a pencil between his teeth as he pulled out a small stack of worksheets. "All my missing work from when I was a fugitive."

"It's all review for the midterm." She assured, pulling the worksheets from his hands and sitting down on the bench. "I could lend you my notes."

"Really?" He asked, sitting next to her. She just nodded and smiled, handing him the worksheets before leaving across the table where her bag sat. "Thanks."

"No problem." Harley sighed, shifting closer as she pulled out her own notebook and handed it to him. "Each chapter is marked with a tab."

Isaac's eyebrows raised in slight shock as he flipped through, her notes color coded and organized compared to his messy scrawls of topics he couldn't understand. He paused when he hit a certain pointed, looking at her in disbelief.

"You did electron configurations for the whole periodic table?" Harley just shrugged, her arm rubbing against his and reminding him how close they were to eachother, hips and knees practically pressed together.

"I got bored."

"If this is what you do when you're bored, I'm wondering how often you have nothing to do." He laughed, turning his head to look at her, the girl rolling her eyes with a smile.

"Pretty often." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She leaned forward slightly, a smirk growing in her face as her lips neared his ear and a finger ran down his bicep. "Perhaps I need a source of entertainment."

"Uh, yeah." Isaac nodded robotically, watching with wide eyes as she sat back, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers with a grin.

"So, electron configurations?"

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"Mrs.Finstock, have a seat."

Harley rolled her eyes and sat down, crossing her arms as she stared across the desk at the old man.

"Last time I checked, I didn't do anything wrong." She sighed, raising  an eyebrow at him.

"You're not in trouble." Gerard chuckled, leaning back in his own seat. "I was just wondering if you knew the whereabouts of Jackson Whittemore."

"May I ask why?" She asked, a bored expression on her face.

"He didn't show up today. Mr.Whittemore was hoping you might know where he is, and well," He replied, opening a drawer and pulling out a file with her named marked on it. "I've been alerted you two have history."

"That's exactly what it is." Harley squinted as a headache started to pound under her skull, sitting up straighter when her eyes found the potted plant in his window. "History. Which, I'm late for by the way."

"You truly have an amazing record, Harley." Gerard praised, looking up at her with a look of approval. "Perfect grades, star of the lacrosse team. I don't see why my granddaughter isn't friends with you."

"We have our differences." She shrugged, her gaze leaving the Wolfsbane that sat in the windowsill. "And I have no idea where Jackson is. Can I go know?"

"I suppose." He nodded, shutting her file. She gave him a small smile and sat up, moving towards the door. "Harley?"

"Yes?" The blonde looked over her shoulder, his stare almost giving her chills.

"Tell Derek I said hello, would you?"

Harley just ground her teeth and nodded, shoving open the door and walking down the hall. Her eyes narrowed at the men setting up a security camera, shaking her head and walking faster.

The Argents were really starting to piss her off. And it was getting really fucking annoying.

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Harsaac. Creepy Gerard. That's all I have to say. This is filler af, but there will be a possible double update tonight. If not, tomorrow.

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