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twelve: do you see right through me?

THE PACK WASNT HAVING A GOOD DAY.

The trio, Allison, Issac, Erica, Jackson, and Matt all dragged themselves into the library and took their seats. At the first table sat Stiles and Erica side by side, Rowan and Issac across from them, and Scott between both pairs.

Rowan was avoiding Issac and the blonde was getting annoyed.

"We can't be in detention, I have a restraining order against these tools," Jackson said ignorantly. Rowan's jaw ticked.

"All these tools?"

"No, just our tools" Stiles muttered. Mr. Harris then instructed them to shift to the table diagonal from Jackson but still beside Rowan's table.

The detention was boring. Rowan tried to do some biology, but the whole time Erica kept shooting her looks.

Rowan wasn't sure why she wasn't feeling it with Erica anymore. They still hooked up on the side, they hooked up just that morning before they headed to school, but part of Rowan wasn't sure why to eager for it anymore.

It wasn't that the sex was bad because, god it was amazing. And Rowan and Erica always had an easy chemistry with each other, but as Rowan felt Erica's foot move up her calf she wondered why she didn't feel the usual heat shoot up her stomach whenever Erica touched her.

Then there was Issac Lahey.

Issac had known Rowan since freshman year. He remembered the first time he saw her, she was seated by the bleachers watching Stiles and Scott practice lacrosse.

Her hair was let down over her shoulder, her red leather jacket was still shiny and new. She was writing in her journal, so engrossed she barely noticed when stray balls flew past her accidentally.

Issac remember how much he liked watching her. He had always been a quiet boy, always sitting at the corners of the room, silently listening to gossip when no one knew he was there, observing people and their body language.

He had always admired the trio. How much Stiles, Scott, and Rowan cared for each other. He wanted that more than anything,

People to call family.

He liked watching Rowan more than most. Not in a creepy way, she was just an interesting character. In secret when no one was watching, she was a sweet person. Always grinning at something stupid Scott did, giggling when Stiles made a joke, listening intently when Lydia went on and on about Jackson, and being one of the few people to help Allison feel welcome to Beacon Hills.

He noticed how closed off she was. How she always rejected teachers when they offered her help, how she never let boys or girls take her out, and how she let people fear her.

It confused Issac, why would someone like Rowan want to put on such a charade?

The only reason he joined lacrosse was that he got to see her more by the bleachers because he also realized Rowan never missed a single practice or game for Stiles and Scott.

Issac currently sat in the seat beside Rowan, desperately wanting to apologize for shouting at her in the hallway.

He also wanted to make her smile, but that might be stretching it a bit thin.

Rowan wasn't oblivious to Issac's burning stares. She knew they had to talk about what happened in the hallway, and Rowan could tell Issac was desperate too.

But if there was something Rowan was an expert at, it was avoiding confrontation.

Rowan expertly ignored both blondes;'s attempts to get her attention and she was saved from any more awkwardness when Jackson suddenly groaned out in pain.