Watching The Lacrosse Team Practice (Allison & Isaac)

This Thread Takes Place In The Middle Of S2

Allison walked slowly towards one of the bleacher sets surrounding the semi-crowded Lacrosse field and pulled her jacket tightly around her. She hadn't told Scott that she was coming to one of his practices, she didn't want to distract him. Allison smiled slightly as she saw Scott on the field and then made her way up to the back of one of the more empty bleachers. She preferred to sit alone at the moment and she didn't want to call attention to herself. Leaning against the back of the bleacher Allison pulled her phone out of the pocket of her jacket and began to text her father to tell him where she would be.

Coach Finstock's yelling can be heard across the whole lacrosse field.
'Lahey, I've given you two warnings already! Now go and sit your useless ass down on the benches!'
Isaac grins, unimpressed and walks over to the bleachers, taking his helmet down along the way. Over the last fifteen minutes of practices, he's thrown five of his team mates to the ground, including the goalie. He just couldn't resist his new found powers. All these new sensations and smells and all that adrenaline pumping through his veins. He feels more alive than he's felt in years. But Derek has warned him to keep a low profile over and over again, so he doesn't start a fight with the coach, even though his muscles badly ache for one. He takes a few steps up the bleachers and sits down on a bench just to rows down from where Allison is sitting. He hasn't really talked to her much but she's Scott's girlfriend, so it should be fun watching him watch the two of them talking.
'Come to see your lover boy?' he asks with a grin, turning around to look at the girl

Allison can hear Coach yelling at someone on the field but ignores it continuing to text her father until she hears someone sit down on the bleacher seats a few rows down. Allison looks down to see who it is just as the boy speaks. 'Great....Isaac...' She thinks to herself as she looks back out to the field to make sure she can still see Scott. After she scans the field and spots Scott a couple miles away, Allison looks down at Isaac and slowly nods her head. "Why else would I be here, He knows I'm here too." Allison lies. Allison doesn't want Isaac to know that Scott still doesn't know that shes here. putting her phone back in her pocket Allison leans forward, her elbows on her knees. "And what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself in already to be sitting on the bench?"

Isaac has to laugh at Allison's defensive talk
"Why do you point that out? You think I'll try to drag you inside the locker room and do something to you?" he says, looking at her with a wide grin. Isaac thinks to himself that Allison must be quite arrogant to think every guy would want a piece of her. Of course, he himself was not too bad at the defensive talk just a while ago when he had to try and get himself out of dangerous situations with his father. That almost never worked of course, he'd always end up in the freezer or beaten, or both. Before, he'd never have undressed in front of the other boys inside the locker room, as he always had some bruises or scars. Luckily, they disappeared when Derek turned them and since his father died, Isaac has been enjoying his new freedom and has gained more and more confidence.
"Just the usual! Tackled a few team mates and the coach didn't like it! But what's the fun in playing, if you can't play rough, eh?"

Sitting back against the bleacher and crossing her arms Allison narrowed her brow and glared at Isaac. "With the way your alpha is I wouldn't expect any less Isaac." As she spoke Allison kept glancing over at the field, keeping her eye on Scott. Clearing her throat a little Allison glanced back down at Isaac. "That could lead to some serious problems Isaac, you could hurt someone...bad. I'm surprised Derek is even letting you play."

"Loosen up a little, will ya? You're ruining my good mood!" he says, putting on a gloomy face
"Besides, I haven't hurt anyone! It's not like I'm using my full strength!"
He leans back against the bleachers and crosses his arms in front of his chest.
"I'm just enjoying being the strong one for once, but you wouldn't understand that anyway!" he says without looking at Allison. He watches the rest of his team take aim at the goal and starts tapping his right foot on the seat in front of him. The energy that's filling his whole body is willing him to go back out there to run, throw the ball, do anything to get out. Another training session with Derek and the others would probably do himself some good, even though his muscles would ache later on.

Scoffing a little Allison muttered under her breath. "Yet." Allison was becoming slightly annoyed with Isaac and was hoping he would either leave on his own or be called back onto the field. Taking a deep breath in Allison stared out onto the field attempting to ignore Isaac and focus on the reason she was really here, to watch Scott's practice.

Isaac leans his arms on his knees and watches the others practice. McCall must've told his girlfriend some really nasty stories about him, if she's got such a low opinion of him. But he's sworn himself he won't let others get to him anymore, not like he used to. But it's still hard sometimes not to care about what others think of him or whether they like him or not. Trying to distract himself, he lays one hand on his knee and lets his claws come out and go back inside his fingertips. The sharp claws rip through the fabric of his shorts and draw blood on his knee, but it just pinches a little, but the beta is used to much worse pain due to his dad and Derek's rough training sessions. It still amazes Isaac to see those razor sharp nails coming out of his fingertips and he can't take his eyes off of them.

Taking her eyes off the field and glancing at Isaac, Allison notices him using his werewolf nails, but surprisingly against himself. As her eyes widen Allison leans forward quickly and hisses at Isaac. "Isaac what are you doing?! Someone is going to see you!" Allison stands up and climbs down the bleacher before sitting on the one behind Isaac. As she looking around the field and the stands Allison bites her lip gently before turning back to face Isaac. "Are you trying to expose yourself?!"

Isaac looks back at Allison, surprised she'd talk to him again. But of course, she's just trying to criticize and correct him again.
"As if they'd see anything from where they are! You know, human sight is very bad compared to a wolf's!"
He pulls his claws back in and smudges the blood on his knee with his finger tip. The beta turns around, putting his feet on the other side of his seat, so his back is to the field and he's looking at Allison.
"I've flashed my claws before and noone has ever noticed!"

As Isaac swings around to face her, Allison leans back wearily. Pulling her legs up onto the bench and crossing them she shakes her head slowly and sighs. "You just don't get it, no one may have noticed before but what if they end up noticing some other time? What are you going to do then?" Allison slowly looks up at the field and speaks in a soft tone "You're not only putting yourself at risk but everyone else."

Isaac sighs and rolls his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna put your precious McCall in danger!" he says mockingly. Of course he wouldn't want everyone to know that he's a werewolf. The police would probably think he murdered his father after all if they'd know.
"You worry too much, you know! Someday, your face will be frozen in a frown if you're not careful!"
He takes his phone out of his pocket to check on his messages. It's a good thing he's turned his back to the field, Coach Finstock doesn't allow the players to take their phones to practice and would go berserk if he'd see him with it.

Tucking her hair behind her ear Allison sighs and looks back at Isaac. "Of course i'm going to worry Isaac..you don't know what the hunters are like, what my father is like...They won't hesitate to kill you, any of you." Allison watched Isaac take out his phone and then looked back at the field.

Isaac scoffs looking back up from his phone to look at Allison.
"As if you worry about me! I'm not gonna blow your boyfriend's cover, ok?" he says, rolling his eyes.
"If it helps you sleep better at night, I can try to be more careful when I'm around McCall!" he finally says to make Allison stop looking at him as if he was some kind of safety hazard.

Fed up with Isaac, Allison stands back up and walks to the top of the bleacher and sits back down. Leaning against the back of the hard metal bleacher Allison waves to Scott on the field finally letting him know that she was here and then crosses her arms.

One corner of Isaac's mouth lifts up in a lop-sided smile
"Oooh, the little lady is sulking now!" he says as he turns back around to watch the field again. He takes a look at his knee. The fabric is still torn where he dug his nails into his flesh but the scratches are gone of course. He grins, thinking about how useful this power would have been to him when he still lived with his father.

Turning her head quickly to Isaac Allison scoffs and rolls her eyes. "No not sulking, just not giving you the time of day anymore." Pulling her phone out from her pocket to check the time Allison sighs. There was still a while to go until Scott's practice was over and Allison had promised herself she would stay until the end to support him.

"Well, enjoy your eye candy then!" Isaac says, shaking his head about the girl who seems more and more arrogant to him.
There it was again, just now. Isaac closes his eyes and tries to push his father's voice to the back of his mind.
'She hates you, just like everyone else!'
Isaac bites down hard on his lower lip and blinks a couple of times, thinking it might be easier to ignore the voice in his head this way. Since his dad died, he's been hearing his voice in his mind more and more often, mostly when he thinks he's screwed up or just done something wrong.

Allison ignores Isaac and continues to stare out at the field, the game of lacrosse was still new to her, she didn't quite understand it that well. Out of the corner of her eye Allison saw Issac squeeze his eyes shut. As her brow arched with curiousness Allison slowly looked back down at Isaac. He was still sitting with his back to the field and was biting on his lower lip. Allison started to wonder what was going on but decided not to do or say anything.

'You're such a useless waste of space!' his father's voice echoes through his head as if someone was yelling into his ear. Isaac's body shivers for a moment and his eyes fill up with tears. He bites down on his lip even harder and digs his claws into his thighs, looking down at the ground. He's glad his team mates are distracted by the practice and Coach Finstock is distracted by yelling at his students.

As she continues to stare at Isaac she notices him starting to shake and looks down at his legs as his claws begin to emerge. Biting her lip not knowing what to do Allison looks out at the field and is relived to see that everyone is distracted and can't see what is going on here in the stands. Sighing softly Allison leans over and softly whispers to Isaac. "Isaac what is it? What's going on??"

Isaac makes an effort of getting a grip of himself as he hears Allisons voice. He wipes the tears off his face and swallows heavily so his voice won't shake too much.
"It's...it's nothing really! Just...bad memories!" he says, not wanting to mention the thing about his dad's voice. Enough people already think he's weird as it is, so he shouldn't go talking about voices in his head.

Allison bites her lip gently and continues to stare at Isaac. She begins to wonder what memories were coming up in Isaac's minds but wasn't going to ask. She knew that he had had it rough when his father was still alive. Allison slowly sat back on the bench and sighed a little.

His father's voice finally seems to grow quieter but Isaac's depressed mood isn't so hard to shake. These hallucinations or whatever he should call them, always leave him feeling bad about himself just like his father did when he was still alive. Even after death he knows how to make his son feel small and worthless. Not in the mood to play anymore, Isaac takes off his protective gear and puts it beside him on the bench.

Watching Isaac take off his gear Allison took her phone out again and checked her messages, She had a couple from her father, warning her to be careful, and a couple from Lydia that she would reply to later. Sighing a little Allison looked around the field kind of bored. She never really got too into sports, except for gymnastics. Allison watched the team practice a little more and then decided to pull out a book she had in her bag that was on the floor of the bleachers.