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Brooke sighs as she sets her phone down on her desk. She texted Isaac what felt like a million times and hadn't gotten a response. She didn't know what was going on. She knew he was a werewolf and was clearly with Derek, but that was it.

Brooke could admit that she was extremely worried about Isaac. They hadn't gone more than a few hours without contact since they started dating. Now going days without contact was very different for her and she didn't like it.

She looks down as her phone vibrates. Her eyes widening at Isaac's contact on her home screen. She rushes to unlock her phone and clicks on the message. Her excitement is quickly snuffed out.

I'm fine. Stop texting me.

Brooke could swear she felt her heart shatter. Her eyes slowly fill with tears before she blinks them back. She sets her phone down and tries to focus her attention on her teacher.

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Brooke grabs her tray and turns around to head to the lunch table with Scott and Stiles. She jumps as her brother stops in front of her.

"God, Stiles."

"I need you to come with me."

"What? Where?" She says, but Stiles is already pulling her arm

"To talk to Boyd."

"Wha-" She tries, but stops as Stiles sits at Boyd's table. Brooke sighs as she sits next to him.

"Boyd. You got the keys?" Stiles asks

Boyd holds the keys out in front of him. As Stiles grabs them, Boyd's grips tightens, "This isn't a favor. It's a transaction."

Stiles nods, "Right, yeah. Absolutely."

Brooke watches as Stiles pulls a twenty dollar bill. Boyd raises his brow, "I said 50."

"Really, I - I remember 20. I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember 20. I remember that distinct "twa" sound, "twa - enty."

Boyd sits up, "I said fifty. With the "fa" sound. Hear the difference?"

"Uh-"

"If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the "fa" sound."

Brooke's eyes widen as Stiles nods frantically, "Uh, no, n - no. I think I'm recalling it. Now. Maybe I just got it confused with - For - ty." He says pulling out another twenty. Boyd grabs a chip from his tray and eats it before looking back at Stiles, "Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap jeep that I drive?"

"You seen the piece of crap bus that I take?"

"Okay." Brooke chuckles before putting a ten dollar bill down, "Thanks, Boyd."

Boyd smiles at her as he hands Stiles the keys, "Thank you. Got 'em."

As he and Brooke walk towards their regular table, Brooke turns to him, "All that for keys to the skating rink?"

"Yes." Stiles says as if it were obvious, "It's for Scott."

"Of course it is." She mumbles as Stiles sets the keys down on the table, "Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?"

Scott nods as the twins sit down in their respective seats. Brooke watches as Scott looks past her. Furrowing her brows, she turns as Erica walks through the doors in high heels, a short skirt, and a leather jacket. Completely different from what she normally wore.

Brooke hears hands slam down on the table as Erica takes a bite of someone's apple, "What - The holy hell - Is that?"

"It's Erica." Scott mumbles

As Erica walks out, Scott and Stiles jump up. Brooke grabs her bag before following them out. They rush down the steps before making it to the front doors of the school.

They all stop as they watch Erica sit in Derek's car. Both of them giving the teens a smirk before Derek drives off.

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Brooke was somehow convinced to join Scott, Stiles, Allison, and Lydia on their hangout at the skating rink. While it was a date for Scott and Allison, Brooke knew Stiles only wanted her there for moral support since he didn't have the guts to actually ask Lydia out.

Brooke kept her distance from Stiles and Lydia on the bleachers as they put on their skates, but could still hear their conversation. Scott and Allison sat together on the other side of her.

"Could it be any colder in here?" Lydia complained

Stiles rifled through his bag before pulling out an orange shirt, "Here."

Lydia looked down at it before frowning, "I'm wearing blue. Orange and blue, not a good combination."

"But it's the colors of the Mets." Stiles mumbled. Brooke rolled her eyes as Lydia raised her brow at him. He then digs in his bag and pulls out a Reeses cup. She raised her brows before smiling and taking it from him, "Okay, um, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, you know, um, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know, like two people together - Who nobody ever thought would be together ever."

"No, I can see that." Lydia nodded thoughtfully

"You can?" Stiles exclaims

"Yeah." She nods before looking at Scott and Allison, "They're cute together."

"Oh, yeah, them." Stiles says as the two stand up and head toward the ice

"Cute."

"Cute. Adorable." He says annoyed as he finishes tying up his laces

Brooke puts her foot down as she finishes tying her laces before reaching for her phone. Despite Isaac telling her to stop texting him, she hadn't. Something told her that something or someone was telling Isaac to push her away.

Which confused her because even when Isaac was going through the abuse with his father, he didn't push her away. Maybe him dying was what made Isaac act like this. Or because of him becoming a werewolf. Either way, she needed to know.

She lets out a huff as she sets her phone down. Stepping off onto the carpet and making her way toward the entrance of the rink. Stiles comes up beside her as Lydia steps onto the ice.

"You okay?" He asks

Brooke looks up toward him before looking at the ice again, "Yeah, just worried about Isaac."

Stiles nods, "You know if he's with Derek, he's probably long gone."

"Stiles." She groans

"I'm serious." He shrugs, "Derek isn't a good person and whatever he's building a pack for can't be good. It's probably best if you let him go."

Brooke watches as he skates onto the ice before letting out a deep sigh.

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After a few hours of skating, Brooke opted for sitting on the bench. Watching Scott and Allison have so much fun made her miss her own relationship. With her mind wandering, she hadn't noticed Lydia catch something under the ice. She jumps as Lydia lets out a blood curdling scream.

She jumps up as Stiles rushes over to her. Her scream continuing as he tries to hold her. Scott and Allison burst through the doors causing Stiles to look over at them. Brooke's eyes widen as Lydia lets out cries. She looks back toward Scott who looks to her with shock and confusion written all over his features.

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