INEFFABLE - TEEN WOLF

THIS IS NOT A REAL DATE

Carson walks in the rave, met with the curly haired boy.

"Hello, date," he puts his arm out.

"Not to crush your lifelong dream of going out with me, but this is not a real date," she smirks.

"Doesn't matter, cause you're still on my arm," he smirks back.

Scott walks over, telling Isaac that he has to be the one to shoot Jackson with the ketamine.

"Why me?"

"Because I have to make sure Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan," he responds, before explaining the procedure.

"Looks like you just got a whole lot more valuable," she drags him to the dance floor.

"You wanna know something interesting? You claim not to like me, but whenever I'm around, there isn't one negative emotion coming off of you," he smiles.

"That's because I imagine I'm talking to Channing Tatum whenever I'm around you. Much more bearable," she teases.

"You want to know something equally as interesting? Everytime you're around me, the lust is practically coming off of you in waves. So do me a favor and keep Isaac Jr. in check, because my nose is suffering immensely," she smirks, finding Jackson. The three of them start dancing as Isaac prepares to stab Jackson. He gets a chance, but Jackson claws both of them in the back.

"She belongs to me."

He starts walking away, but Isaac was able to stab him in the neck, dragging him to an empty room. Meanwhile Carson gets dragged off the dance floor by Erica.

"Never thought I'd be helping you," the blonde sighs.

"I don't expect it'll be a habit," Carson groans in pain.

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"Okay what do I do?" Isaac asks, looking at her wound.

"Nothing, he didn't let the venom out. I should heal," she gets up, holding her back.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Not really, haven't tested my theory out," she groans.

"He's really starting to piss me off," she glares at the unconscious boy.

Stiles barges in, Erica preparing to attack. He sees Carson first, well at least her wound.

"Twenty minutes with you two and she's already bleeding?" he glares at the wolves.

"We didn't do this," Isaac glares back.

"Unfortunately," Erica remarks.

"I can still beat your ass, wound and all," Carson threatens.

"I'd love to see you try," she smirks.

"Is he okay?" Stiles looks at Jackson.

"Well," Isaac lets out his claws, stalking over to the unconscious boy, "Let's find out."

"Wait, don't!" Carson yells, getting a feeling. He goes to scratch him anyway, but Jackson grabs his arm, bending it backwards.

"Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles says, looking at all of them.

"I tried to warn you," Carson sighs.

"I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out," Isaac groans in pain.

"Yeah, well apparently, this is all we're going to--" Stiles starts to respond before Carson feels that pain in her head.

"What are you doing?"