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Stiles slid none too stealthily in the seat next to him as he barely made it into the class before the bell as, sadly, it was the only seat that was unoccupied. Scott was already sitting with Allison, the traitor.

Isaac sighs, rolling his head lazily to the side to stare over at Stiles. Really, how was this his life? As if it wasn't bad enough that Derek was forcing them to work alongside the over-talkative teen, now he had to be lab partners with him?

Okay. So it wasn't as bad as he was making it out to be, even if was just in his own head, but still. He sighs again, rolling his eyes.

Hey, it was no picnic for him either. If he had to sit next to a teenage werewolf he'd rather it be one he knew wouldn't rip his throat out first chance he got, thank you. He was an awesome lab partner, okay, he got A's in like every class.

It's not his fault he's not so good with the physical aspect of the class. One can only break so many beakers before everyone gets the point.

When Mr. Harris started to talk, Isaac turned his attention back to the front of the room, only half paying attention to the day's task. As soon as the teacher turned his back, Isaac returned to his slouching.

And then he remembered who his lab partner was and realisation dawned that to pass, he'd probably have to do some of the work. Or at least let Harris think he had. The man would fail Stiles for no reason, but he wouldn't just fail Isaac. He hoped.

"Let's just get this over with."

Stiles just rolled his eyes as he pulled out his notebook to take notes so he hopefully wouldn't blow anything up this time. Honestly, it was just the hands on part he had trouble with, the other coursework he could do with his eyes closed and his arms tied behind his back.

"Yes, please. We wouldn't want you to die of boredom or anything. Oh wait.."

Isaac sneers, top lip curling over his completely human teeth, even if he does want to flash a set of sharp fangs, just to get his point across. But he isn't willing to risk pissing Derek off, who he knows would find out somehow.

"Oh, I doubt that'll happen. I'm sure I can find another way to have fun." And his eyes flash gold for a second, returning to their usual blue just as quickly.

A full bodied jerk rushed through him at the sight of those golden eyes flashing at him, even if he knew Isaac couldn't do anything in the middle of Chemistry class. Stiles just scowled a little as he turned away and tried to ignore the other teen.

It wasn't like he hated Isaac or anything, far from it. He just didn't think they all needed to be douches all the time. Was there like some sort of rule or code or something that said all werewolves had to be assholes?

Isaac smirked, turning his attention to the notes on his own page, more than thankful that they don't have any prac work to do. He really couldn't be bothered with an explosion. Yes. He had witnessed those.

The Beta remained quiet for a while as he worked through the task at hand. It was only when he realised that Stiles hadn't been chattering away incessantly, that he looked up, a brow arched in suspicion.

Stiles was writing away, doing the actual coursework, chewing on the end of the pen every now and then when he got stuck or had to think, then would go back to writing again. After awhile he could feel the werewolf's eyes on him and he sighed heavy and dramatic before looking over.

"What?" he hissed out softly, glancing up at the front to make sure Mr. Harris' freakish teacher hearing didn't catch him talking. God knows he didn't need another detention.

Isaac just continues to stare, head cocked slightly to the side as he all but studies the other male. He doesn't even attempt to look sheepish at having been caught and instead he furrows his brows. "I didn't think it was even possible, but you actually can be quiet."

Stiles rolls his eyes, makes a show of it as he practically rolls his whole head with the action before going back to finishing up the work. "I can be quiet. I was quiet up until the point you interrupted me with your creeper wolf stare."