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PLAYING THE GAME.
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"There's got to be some other way to get tickets— right?"

   Lois shook her head, "It's a secret show, Scott. There's only one way, and it's a secret."

   He sighed, pursing his lips together as he tried to figure out any other way to get tickets to the underground party. Scott hadn't been able to get any last night, because Jackson had creeped out the seller before anyone else got a chance to purchase some. It wasn't as if he had the amount of money to get them, anyway.

    "There has to be another way," he muttered to himself as he wracked his brains to their core, "We have to go to that party."

    "If Jackson's going, that means whoever's controlling him is probably going to be there." Stiles agreed, tapping his hands upon the steering wheel in a slight rhythm, blowing air past his lips in a raspberry sound. "This could be our only chance,"

"We have to find a way."

   Nodding her head, Lois grabbed her back from the footwell of his jeep and threw it over her shoulder, beyond ready to jump out of the car the minute he parked. The quicker she got into school, the quicker that she would be able to ask Isaac to go to the party with her — just to get Matt off her back. She felt awful for lying to the boy about already having a date, considering that she actually didn't at the time, but she had panicked. Lois would have felt far worse if she had just blown him off with no excuse, even if that was what most teenagers did. She didn't want to go with him, but there was no way she would have been able to get out of it without lying about a date — which, was where Isaac came in.

   She was confident that he would deny her proposition, simply so that he could laugh at her misfortune. It had been clear as day that the duo didn't like each other, even if he had saved her from the kanima on the night of the semi-finals game. There was a tension.

It was there, and it was one that Lois didn't think could ever be resolved: they were too different to get along. Or maybe they were too alike? She wasn't exactly sure.

Either way, she had a feeling he would say no.

   He had threatened to kill her, after all.

Twice.

   Then again, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. They had managed to get through the evening before without quite killing each other.

   Stiles pulled into the parking space and hopped out of the jeep, Lois and Scott following in tow. The boys continued to brainstorm ways in which they were going to get tickets to the party while Lois adjusted the bag on her shoulder, ready to bid them farewell until lunch when she would see them next. For now, she needed to put her time into hunting down Isaac Lahey.

   But, before she could give them a proper goodbye, a voice had interrupted her from behind. Lois' eyes widened as soon she heard him speak, cursing to herself. What a terrible time for him to show.

    "Hey— any of you guys know why no one's getting suspended, after what happened the other day?"

   Not even turning around, Lois gave her two best friends tight smiles before shooting off into the distance, mumbling something about need to get to her locker and try to finish her homework before class. By the time they had turned around to ask her why she was in such a hurry, Lois was already through the doors.

   As said, Lois did go to her locker. She dumped her books into the metal box before spinning around, her eyes trailing across the halls in search of a certain beta. Lois hummed to herself as she hunted for her prey.

    "If I was a teenage fugitive, where would I be?"

   Even though the correct answer was definitely in jail, or serving a prison sentence of some sort, Lois found herself perking up when the boy himself walked down the hallway, heading to his locker before homeroom. Erica wasn't with him like she seemed to be a lot lately — she was probably still recovering — and Lois hadn't seen Boyd come to school since he had been given the bite in the first place. So, with a deep breath, Lois took her window of golden opportunity to push away from her locker and slam the door shut. She adjusted her bag and took in another breath for confidence, then took off after him as quickly as her legs could move her.

Which, admittedly, wasn't quite as fast as she had hoped.

   It took a while for him to notice her presence. That, or he had enjoyed pretending that she wasn't there, to see how long she would follow him. Her bets were on the latter.

She frowned, but proceeded.

   They eventually stopped at his locker, where he had opened the metal box, taking his sweet time in deciding what books to drop in and what to take out. Though, it wasn't as if it mattered. He had hardly attended any lessons lately; apparently werewolves were too cool to get an education.

   She stood waiting, tapping her foot impatiently. Lois was sure that he could hear her. He knew she was there. Isaac himself had told Lois that he could sense when Derek was in trouble, and Scott had known that Allison needed him the time that she was stuck in the locker rooms with Jackson. Thus, there was no chance that he hadn't been able to sense her. Isaac had saved her in the school, so he knew her scent.

    "Lois Lane..." Isaac eventually hummed with a smirk.

He didn't turn to face her. Simply looking into his locker for nothing really in particular, "Finally realise fugitives aren't all that bad?"

   She wrinkled her nose, "Hell no."

   The boy rolled his eyes and shut his locker door, finally spinning on his heel to look down at her. Isaac leant back on his locker with a his knee bent, foot pressed against the metal, his hands tucked into his jean pockets. He smiled in a dashing, confused way.

    "Right—" he cocked his head to the left, "So, is there any reason that you're stood at my locker? I need to get to class."

   Lois sucked in a breath, with her arms crossed in quite a serious manner. She couldn't believe what she was about to ask, but she had already told Matt that she couldn't go to the party because Isaac was her date. Lois had blown him off, and now she had to follow it through. It was her own fault, really. She felt ridiculous.

    "I need a favour."

   His ears perked up, "Oh?"

     "Oh." She echoed, the interaction reminding her of how they had spoken in chemistry class when he was trying to test if Lydia was the kanima. They still didn't know what she was, or why the test hadn't worked, but Lois was too busy swallowing her pride and wanting to smack the smirk off of his face to think about that, right now. "I was wondering....are you free, tonight—?"

   The way she had said it had sounded more like she was question herself, than asking him if he was free. The words felt weird as they came from her mouth.

    "You mean, for our date?" Isaac asked casually, turning on his heel and walking down the hall, leaving Lois in shock.

   He knew?

   After a second processing what had just happened, Lois kicked back into start mode and rushed down the hall after him, her feet moving quickly. By the time she had caught up with him she was rather out of breath, and had digested what he'd said.

    "Erica told you?" She interrogated, brow risen.

    "Matt told me," Isaac corrected, "Said I was a lucky guy."

    "Of course, he did."

    "So, let me get this straight—" he started, slowing down only a fraction as if by instinct, but it was slow enough for her to keep up. "—you didn't want to go to the rave with Matt because he's a creep, so you thought of a ruggedly handsome, fugitive werewolf that tried to kill your best friend? Y'know, that's nice of you."

    "It just came out, okay? I panicked," she sighed, rolling her eyes at the ruggedly handsome part, "But, I guess that you're right..."

    "I'm handsome?"

    "He's a creep," she corrected with a scoff, "The bottom line is I told him I'd be there with you, so he'd leave me alone. But I don't even have tickets yet, and we're definitely not dating, and—"

   "—and you don't have time to come with up a different excuse."

She nodded her head, lamely.

   He came to a stop in the hallway, turning around to face her and placing his hands on her shoulders when she nearly crashed into him. Lois brushed him off, obviously frustrated with herself for creating this mess when there was enough going on already, and Isaac watched closely as she rubbed her face in frustration. The girl was stressed. He could smell it on her.

   He quirked a small smile, pursing his lips to hide it. The fact that she had thought of him was oddly flattering, even if it was a mistake on her part. She was getting worked up, he could tell, and it was kind of cute. Really cute, actually...

    "I'm running out of ideas, here." She huffed, "Look— I just need an answer, okay? We both have other things to be dealing with, right now. So, can you please just—"

    "Can I try something?"

    "What?"

    "Can I try something?" He asked, getting closer.

   His eyes flickered to her lips, and Lois froze. She watched, a nod of her head so slight he almost missed it, "I— I mean, sure—"

   Lois didn't get to finish.

   Isaac had kissed her, before she had even finished.

   Her eyes were wide as their lips touched, a small squeak coming from her when he pulled her closer. Lois had no idea what was happening — when had they started kissing? But she soon found herself melting into it. A hand reached up to cup his cheek as the other gripped onto his shoulder, her fingertips clutching his jacket and a slight nod of her head, this was nice. She swayed on her feet, dizzy.

   Isaac's hands wrapped around her waist, completely pressing her against his torso while her strands of hair tickled his cheek.

   They ignored the prying eyes of students that passed them, his ears listening out for one in particular to have walked away from the sight with a huff, before he pulled away and smirked down at her. Their faces were inches apart, now. And, he could smell the shock radiating from her in waves.

    "What the hell was that?" She hissed at him when she was finally composed enough, "Why did you just—?"

    "Matt was coming down the hall, he saw us together." Isaac explained, shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal. "You want him to think we're dating— right? So, he'll lay off?"

   Lois blinked, "Well, yeah— but how does that—?"

    "When you date someone, you kiss them, Lois." He hummed, evidently proud of himself, "We're teenagers. You go on a date, kiss a little, then it's over by the end of spring break. You were the one who wanted Matt to back off; I'm just playing your game."

   At that, Lois stayed quiet. He was right. She did want Matt to back off and not ask her out again, and it was a game that she had set up, even if she hadn't realised it. This was just Isaac playing the game with her, purely so Matt would get the idea. This was what teenagers did — they went on dates and they kissed. He was right, he was completely and utterly right, and that irked her. She had been the one that made this whole mess, not Isaac Lahey.

    "Don't kiss me, ever again."

Isaac stood up straight, backing up an inch. His eyes were very amused, and Lois blushed. That didn't even sound remotely convincing!

    "Your wish is my command," he retorted with a sarcastic smile and a salute, feeling satisfied. Isaac began walking backwards down the hall, "I'll see you at ten. Don't be late!"

   Lois watched, unable to believe everything and anything that had just happened in the space of ten measly minutes, until he had eventually disappeared into the large crowd of students. She blinked a few times, and wondered whether she had imagined the whole thing. That was, until  Lydia appeared at her side with her glossy lips agape.

    "Did I just see you kiss Isaac Lahey?"

   Lois nodded slowly, "I think so..."

• • •

    "You're going to the party with Isaac?"

   Rolling her eyes, Lois continued to eat her lunch while Stiles threw himself into the seat beside her, Scott on the other.

    "And, how do you know that?"

    "Uh— maybe because he told us, Lois!" Stiles sassed, watching as she ate her apple nonchalantly. He growled and grabbed the fruit, snatching it from her hands and throwing it over his left shoulder, where it flew through the air and landed on someone's lunch tray.

    "Hey—! What was that for?" Lois whined, watching her half-eaten apple get tossed in the bin.

   His eye twitched, "That was for arranging to go on a date with Isaac Lahey — teen fugitive — without even telling us! On the night that we're going to try and catch Jackson, no less!"

   Lois sighed. She knew that she probably should have told them about the mess she had found herself in sooner, but there hadn't been a very good time to get it out there. A lot of things had been happening, and she knew that Stiles was going to get protective and freak out no matter when she had told them. It wasn't as if she had wanted to go on a date with Isaac, anyway — but she didn't exactly have much of a choice. Lois had made up a lie to get away from Matt, and now she was following it through.

    "Look—"

    "I heard she kissed him in the hall, too."

    "What—!"

    "Really, Scott?" She groaned, watching her friend shrug his shoulders innocently. Lois huffed a breath and turned round to face Stiles with a quieter tone, "Matt asked me out tonight, I didn't want to go, so I told him I already had a date. Okay? Isaac is just doing me a favour, Stiles."

    "Wait—" Scott frowned, "That's why Matt asked out Allison?"

    "He asked out Allison?" She mirrored his expression, staring straight into mid-air with furrowed her brows. "Looks like he moves on fast..." Lois paused, "Woah— Allison's going out with Matt? As in a date?"

   He nodded and she looked at him uncertainly, "And, you're okay with that...?"

    "Not really," the boy sighed a bit sadly, before shrugging his shoulders, "But it makes us seem less obvious, right? Like we both moved on."

   She nodded, knowing that he was right. It did get Allison's family off their cases, especially considering how her mother was very adamant that they were still sleeping together. Scott wasn't exactly sure where she had gotten that idea from, being that her family knew that they had broken up a while back, and were no longer seeing one another. Then again, the Argents knew everything.

    "I still don't want you going on a date with Isaac, Lo." Stiles shook his head, hands clenched into fists. "I don't trust him."

    "Neither do I," Scott agreed which made Stiles sigh in relief, only for him to frown when his friend continued. "But he is helping us catch Jackson, tonight. They all are. Maybe it makes sense that Lois goes with him? It means that we're all there—"

    "Means that we're all— what?" The son of the sheriff cried out, throwing his hands into the air and slamming them onto the lunch table. Lois scoffed and pushed them back off, only for him to pout at her, "Are you both crazy? No! Isaac literally threatened to kill her the other night, okay? Not to mention the fact that he's an asshole. I'm not having it— nope. You can't go with him, I've decided and that's that. You're not going, Lois. No! Not, at all—!"

    "Sorry, dad—" Lois rolled her eyes, reaching into her pocket and grabbing the slip of paper that Isaac had given her after breaking into some kid's locker. "—but I've already got a ticket."

   Stiles growled under his breath, eyes narrowed.

    "I don't like him."

    "I know you don't— me either." The girl sighed, "But I told Matt that I was going with him, and I can't get out of it now. Not unless I want Matt to ask me out again when he realises I wasn't at the party, and if he isn't already infatuated with Allison by then." Lois hummed to herself, "...I really need to thank her, for that."

    "Fine!"

Then Stiles sighed, "I just don't want you to get hurt. You're my best friend, I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if you—"

    "I won't," she shook her head confidently, "I'll be fine."

   Stiles was silent for a couple of minutes, listening to her words carefully. She was right; she would be fine. They'd been doing crazy things like this for months now, and going to the rave with Isaac wasn't any more dangerous. In fact, it was useful.

    "Just don't make a habit of going on dates with him, okay? He's a werewolf," Stiles remarked sassily, "They aren't good at the whole dating thing— right Scott?"

    "Hey—!"

   "Trust me, Stiles." Lois laughed, "I sure as hell will not be going on more dates with Isaac Lahey."

The two boys sighed in relief and jumped into discussing the plan for tonight, and how they were going to see Deaton after school to figure it out. Apparently he had some things that they could use that might make catching Jackson easier, and they were willing to take anything they could get their hands on. The last time they had captured Jackson, it had ended up in a temporary restraining order. Hopefully, it would end up like that again.

"You coming, Lo?" Stiles asked, in reference to the vets.

"Update me when we get there," she told him with a shake of her head, her mind focused on the many outfits she could make with the clothes in her closet, "I have a date to get ready for, and a father to convince that he should un-ground me by tonight."

They both nodded, Stiles rolling his eyes at the mention of the date, before launch back into conversation. Something told Lois that it was going to be a long night.

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