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"I'm going to go to the ice-rink, see if he's there. And if he's not at home, you call me, got it?" Scott explains as they walk down the school hall the next day. The teens realized that Boyd hadn't shown up to school that day. He looks over noticing their silence, "What?"

"Maybe we should let him." Stiles sighs, "Boyd, you know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"

"We can't." Scott says. He looks to Brooke, "Don't you agree, Brooke?"

The girl looks up upon hearing her name, "What?"

Stiles sighs, "She's too focused on her boyfriend."

"Shut up." She says punching his arm

"Ow."

"Maybe we can help him too." Scott tries

"You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good. You know, the word "sensational" comes to mind." Stiles gushes

"Yeah. How good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?"

"All right, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility." Stiles says as they continue down the hall

"They all are. And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."

"All right, I'm with you. And I also gotta say this new - found heroism is making me very attracted to you."

"Shut up."

"No, seriously. Do you wanna just try making out for a sec? Just to see how it feels." Stiles jokes as Scott pushes him down the hall. Brooke rolling her eyes as she follows them.

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Scott enters the skating rink in search of Boyd. He hadn't heard from Stiles yet, but after hearing a machine whirring, he headed toward the ice. He sighs as he finds Boyd sitting on an ice machine.

"Boyd. I just wanna talk." He tries as he walks onto the ice, "Hey, come on, Boyd, please. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything."

Boyd stops the machine, "He told me about the hunters."

"And that's not enough for you to say no? Whatever you want there's other ways to get it."

"I just wanna not eat lunch alone every day."

"If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek."

"That really hurts, Scott." Derek says walking onto the ice with Erica and Isaac behind him, "I mean, if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met?"

"Hm. In a word - Transformative." She says before letting out a growl showing off her fangs.

"Isaac?"

"Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive," Isaac says tilting his head, "but other than that, I'm great."

"You know you should let Brooke know that." Scott says. He notices Isaac heartbeat skip and his face drop slightly before it hardens again, "Okay, hold on. This isn't exactly a fair fight."

"Then go home, Scott." Derek smirks. He tilts his head towards his betas prompting them to walk toward Scott.

Scott punches down on the ice before looking up. His eyes were now a vibrant yellow as he bared his fangs at them, "I meant fair for them."

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Brooke decided she'd go straight home after the teens left school. Scott headed to the rink and Stiles headed for Boyd's home. She waited for an update from either and hadn't gotten one in a few hours.

She sat in her room finishing homework when her phone chimed. She picked it up in hopes that it may have been Isaac, but instead is met with a text from Stiles.

I need you to come get me

Brooke frowned before putting on her shoes and heading out. After getting directions from Stiles on where he was, she pulled up to a random alleyway. She sees her brother stand up from the curb before rounding the car and getting in the car.

Her nose scrunches up as Stiles sits back, "What the hell happened?"

"Erica knocked me out and put me in the dumpster."

"Well, that explains why you smell like that." She mumbles as she stops at a stop sign

"Gee, thanks so much for your concern. I'm fine by the way." Stiles says sarcastically

"Are you okay?" Brooke asks as she turns the corner

"Yeah." Stiles sighs, "Are you?"

"Yeah." Brooke scoffed, "I'm not the one that got knocked out and thrown in a dumpster."

"I meant- Did you get a hold of Isaac?"

"Oh." Brooke mumbles, "No, he hasn't texted me back."

"Oh." Stiles nods

"You're probably right." She says as she stops at a red light, "Maybe I should let him go."

Stiles gives a small smile as she looks to him, "Who knows? Maybe he'll come around."

"It looks like it's not gonna be anytime soon." Brooke says, "I just don't want to give up on him."

"You're not giving up on him." Stiles says as the light turns green, "But if he's not talking to you and won't see you, how much more can you do?"

"Yeah." She mumbles keeping her eyes on the road. She didn't want to let Isaac go. He meant the world to her and had helped her in ways no one else could. She was hoping she would be able to talk to Isaac soon to clear everything up.

She didn't want to lose him.

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