It wasn't until the end of the school day that I met up with Allison. When I asked her if she wanted to join the search party with me, she said she couldn't because she was attending the funeral of her deceased Aunt Kate. The story of Kate Argent was honestly unbelievable, but it fits with the dark side of Beacon Hills.

I stood beside Allison at her locker between periods. As she opened her door and pulled out a simple black dress that she told me was for the funeral later that day. I pointed out a small slip of paper stuck between the vents of her locker. Gingerly, she untucked the note and read it. Scrawled across the small sheet of white paper, Because I Love You was written. I could only guess it was from her boyfriend Scott McCall.

"That is so cute Allison," I gush as I look over her shoulder at the note.

Mr. Argent didn't approve of the relationship his daughter had with Scott McCall. I knew of Scott. We've been in the same school since we were kids, but we were never friends, only acquaintances. It wasn't until after winter break that the name Scott McCall became a common topic throughout the school. This year, McCall found himself on the first line for the lacrosse team. He was a player last season, but you could definitely say that he warmed the bench for the seasons M.V.P. Jackson Whittlemore.

I never really talked to Scott McCall, or his quirky best friend Stiles Stilinski, before this year, but it seems that the two have been popping up more than I would have expected, but I didn't mind. The boys were nice and as far as I knew, Scott seemed like an acceptable boyfriend for Allison. He was easy-going, charming, and made Allison happy, not to mention he wasn't ugly, so I don't see why her father didn't approve of their relationship.

Allison smiled cheekily and look to the ground embarrassed. We couldn't say much about it, the relationship between the two was a secret she withheld from her disapproving family members.

Quietly, she whispered, "I know," before precariously placing the love note in her backpack. She was about to leave since the funeral started in an hour, but before she could a voice spoke up from beside her.

"Nice dress," the voice spoke from a locker a few down from hers. If I was correct, his name was something simple. Perhaps it was Zach or Mark. It was either one of those I think. Or maybe it was Matt.

In his hand, he was holding one of those advanced looking cameras, easily a few hundred dollars. Allison smiled friendly at him before commenting, "Nice camera."

The two smiled at each other before I overheard the conversion of two girls behind us.

"Not her sister, her aunt. The one who murdered all those people." The first girl tried to whisper to the other. I glanced over at Allison and noticed she was listening to.

"You mean the crazy bitch who killed all those people?" the other girl asked.

She nodded, "Yeah, the fire, all those animal attacks - it was her aunt."

The two spoke as if Allison wasn't standing only a few feet away from them. Their attempt at a hushed tone was a fail. "Are you kidding?" she started. "I sit next to her in English."

The girl rolled her eyes, "Find a new seat."

I scoffed loudly. The two girls saw me and quickly shut their lockers and left the hall. We all knew Allison's aunt was a "crazy bitch", but at least have some respect to not say it out loud. Especially when your standing near her niece, on the day of her funeral.

Six years ago, one of the most prominent families in town, the Hale's, house burned down. No one escaped unharmed, in fact, most everyone died in the fire. At the time, the police report stated that it was an accidental electrical fire. It wasn't until just recently that the truth surfaced. With the frequent amount of animal attacks and half a dead body found in the old yard, one of the only Hale survivors, Derek Hale, was accused of the murder of not only the animal attacks but the death of his own family. Later on, the police decided Derek was innocent, and claimed that the house fire wasn't electrical, but an act of arson.

Details weren't exposed throughout the investigation, though the newspapers said that the key to the investigation was through a witness that claims the murder has a specific necklace. And on Friday night, the night of the Winter Formal, the night of my awful date, and the night of Lydia's trip to the hospital, Kate Argent's body was found in the Hale house with the identified necklace—dead. In the end, it was Kate who was behind all of the reoccurring animal attacks, Kate behind the arson of the Hale house six years ago, and Kate who paid the punishment through her death.

Although, I felt bad for Allison because of the death of her Aunt. I believe her Aunt kind of deserved what was coming to her. Revenge is a dish best served cold as they say. For Kate, it was handed to her on a silver platter.

I touched her shoulder gently, "Don't listen to them. You had nothing to do with what happened to your Aunt." And I believed that. From the corner of my eye, I watched as the camera boy stood watching Allison. He must have heard the conversation as well but didn't say anything.

Allison sighed loudly and slammed her locker shut. "Thanks, Jamie, but I think I just need to go." She closed before walking off down the hall.

There wasn't much I could do to help Allison. I've never lost a family member, so I couldn't relate to her situation. But as I watch her walk against the flow of students, I saw an arm pop out from a classroom door dragging her in. I smirked at her and her secret boyfriend before walking out to meet Danny at his car.

I smiled at a few people as I walked out, but my eyes caught on the blue-eyed boy. He walked alone down the hallways not looking up from the ground other than to scoot around people.

"Isaac!" I shouted, only a few people behind him. I watch the back of his head lift up, but I don't think he noticed me and continued. "Isaac!" I yelled again, quickening my pace to catch up with him. Once I caught up to him I touched his shoulder and he stopped walking. "I wanted to say I'm sorry again for hitting you this morning. I really didn't mean to." I glance up at his face and notice nothing. Not a bruise, or a spot, not a mark.

"Wow, the last kid I did that too had a red face for like two days," I tried to joke, but Isaac didn't look amused.

"It's okay. It was an accident, but I have to go."

He then turns and starts to walk away, but I quickly catch up to him again, needing to go in the same direction anyway. Instead of making it awkward I tried to start another conversation, "You're just super or a fast healer. Or both." I laughed hesitantly.

Isaac looked over at me and shrugs. "Yeah, I guess, but I really have to go I can't be late home or I'll get in trouble." He just kinda brushed me off and kept going.

My mouth spoke before I even knew what I was saying, "Do you want a ride? My brother wouldn't mind dropping you off on our way home. It's the least I can do to--"

"I'm fine!" Isaac snapped. I was shocked. Maybe I was being pushy, but I just felt really bad. From my spot on the sidewalk, I watched as Isaac unlocked his bike from the rack and hastily getting on and pedaling away.

I stood still. I never really spoke to Isaac before, but that was no excuse for him to be rude like that. He could have just been in a hurry, but if he was then why didn't he take the ride offer? I'm sure we could have gotten his bike in the car somehow. Or maybe he had homework or something to study for?

It wasn't until I felt a hand on my shoulder that I moved. I smiled at my brother and his friend before turning around and heading towards the car. "What were you doing Jamie?" Danny asked.

"Before first period, I accidentally slammed my locker door into Isaac's face--"

"Lahey?" Jackson jutted in rudely. I nod. "The loser probably deserved it."

Danny looks at him oddly while I glared, "Anyways, I was trying to apologize and talk to him--"

"I could have told you Isaac Lahey was antisocial," Jackson added. I couldn't even bother with him anymore and started walking towards the parking lot.

We stopped in front of Danny's car before I continued. "But, like I was trying to saying before, he snapped at me before telling me he had to be home before he got in trouble. Then he just got on his bike, and he pedaled away." I said using exaggerate hand motions to show my discontent with Isaac's behavior.

Jackson sneered. "Yeah he had to be home, otherwise his dad would beat his poor little ass." Jackson acted amused by the fact, while I stood in shock alongside Danny.

"Are you really making a joke out of this," Danny started at his best friend. "That's not something you just blatantly share about a guy. Isaac being abused is serious."

Jackson just shrugged off his friend and walked over to his Porsche and leaned on the door. "Not my problem."

I watched him in disgust, "Your telling me that Isaac's father abuses him, and you don't care a single ounce about it!" He nodded looking at me as if it was obvious. "You disgust me Jackson," I snarl before getting inside Danny's car.

A few seconds later Danny got in and gripped the steering wheel tightly. In silence, he started the car and began the short drive home. I watched out the window as the scenery went by, and sighed loudly. From the window I watched the houses go by when I noticed the familiar Porsche of Jackson's parked on the left side of the street and the familiar bike of Isaac's thrown in a front yard of a house on the right. Sighing loudly, I played nervously with my hair as I looked at Danny. "Do you think we should tell somebody?"

Danny sighed, his muscles flexing slightly nodding. "Yeah, but I'm not exactly sure how to handle this. How do you go about this? And you know Jackson, he could just be exaggerating, although it would explain some of the bruises I see on Isaac in the locker room."

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke. "Maybe I should stop by his house before I join the search party tonight. Ask him about it first. Jackson might just be lying or something for all we know."

Maybe I hadn't know Isaac Lahey all that well before today, but I felt the need to make sure he was alright. That's all I had wanted to do all day. So when we arrived home, I took the keys to my SUV and made the trek back towards the house with the familiar bike lying the front lawn.

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UPDATE 15/03/2018: I'm on a role actually editing. I think. If you see any errors just leave an inline comment.

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