Double Trouble.

Willow rose an eyebrow at his words, "Well then I guess we'll have to see. Some people have their limits, while Saylor and I don't."
She thought back to the last party they had thrown together. How the sirens had flashed outside and everyone left threw the backdoor. How when they answered the door, they had made themselves seem like it was just a couple of girls hanging out. Saylor and Willow we're never caught when they threw a party and Willow certainly did not plan on being caught soon.

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"I have her too," Stiles started, "Thanks and I can if you want to." He gladly kept his desk close to hers, staring down at the small ink before looking away from it. He noticed that he liked the way she giggled. It was soft and sweet sounding, and not overwhelming loud.

(Don't worry about it! Sorry it took me so long to reply!)

Saylor clapped at Stiles's answer. Then she mentally cursed herself. "I-uh have no idea why I just clapped." She laughed at herself. "That would be sweet." She stated. She pulled her phone out and sat it on his desk. "You should just give me your digits because we're going to be friends." She said bluntly. Hopefully that remark made up for her dumb clap.
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Isaac chuckled at the girl, "I'll try to keep up with you." He knew he could keep up. Werewolves can't get drunk. Of course Willow didn't know that and obviously wouldn't for a very long time but he wanted to keep up the charade.

((No need to apologize :)]]

Willow shrugged, "We'll see." Willow knew that she would drink a lot tonight so the chances of him keeping up were slim. She stared down at the chemistry book, before looking up at him. "What's your next class?"

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Stiles was surprised that she actually wanted to be friends with him. He nodded, adding his name and number into the phone. "Call or text me whenever you need help on something or you just wanna talk to me."
He hoped that saying that wouldn't scare her off, but he really liked Saylor.

Saylor was thrilled that Stiles was agreeing with her. She watched happily as he typed his number into her phone. "You'll probably end up getting annoyed with me." She stated as she sent him a text so he could save her number. Instead of sending the typical 'hey' she sent, I can't wait to see you drunk. Unless you don't drink. Lol. As soon as she hit send, she regretted it. That was so lame.
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Isaac chuckled at her knowing full and well how things would be. He glanced over at her, "English with Ms. Blake. Practically everyone is in there." He flipped a page in the chemistry book and skimmed through it. He was trying to be somewhat helpful on the assignment. "Do you have her?" He questioned.

Willow had found a way to do the a part of the assignment and started to work on a couple of the questions. "I think so," she said, moving her eyes away from the paper. "Let me check."
She searched through her bag for a moment before pulling out a sheet of paper. "Yep. I have English and then lunch."

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Stiles chuckled at the text before sending his own back. 'Don't worry. I drink. After he sent the test, he immediately saved her name into his phone. He looked up at her as a worksheet was passed around the class.

Saylor laughed at the message Stiles had sent her. A relief washed over her because she realized it wasn't that lame. She took two of the papers and handed on to Stiles. "And then reality strikes." She stated writing her name neatly on the top of the paper. She noted Stiles's last name. Her smile crept from ear to ear, "Your name is Stiles Stilinski. That's awesome."
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Isaac was trilled to hear that he would have another class with Willow and lunch. "You can meet everyone." He said very enthusiastically. He was already counting down the minutes to the next class. Introducing her to the group would be good for both of them. Maybe Scott could tell him why her scent was so strong.

Willow rose an eyebrow, "Whose everyone?"
She wasn't sure if she was ready to meet 'everybody' but she would definitely try her best. She finished most of the basic equations on the worksheet, and looked away from the paper.

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Stiles scribbled his name onto the top of his paper, putting the date next to it. "Yeah I guess," He started, "But it's not my real name. The Stiles part at least."
He kinda wish he hadn't told her. He was afraid that she was gonna constantly wanna know what his real name was, but at the same time he felt like he had to tell her.

Saylor nodded. "I used to go by another name. I don't remember it because I younger but kids would make fun of my name. But I learned to embrace it." She understood what it was like to not approve of name so didn't feel the need to press the matter.
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Isaac pushed his paper to the side and glanced at her, "Uh- basically all of my friends, Scott, Kira, Stiles, and Lydia." He could see Willow was a bit uneasy. "It'll be fine." He said, gently brushing his hand against hers.

Willow looked down at his hand touching hers and felt slight comfort in it. Her heart stopped racing and she felt relaxed. All from a simple brush of his hand. She looked up at him, smiling slightly.

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Stiles shrugged. "My first name is just really difficult and has bad memories behind it. So I go by Stiles." He knew what she meant though. When he used to go by his real name people constantly made fun of it or didn't talk to him because of it, so he started to go by Stiles.

(Sorry this took so long! I thought I had replied a lot earlier!)

Saylor smiled at the boy, understanding exactly what he meant. "Well, I like Stiles." She stated simply, filling out the paper in front of her. She read a question and got stuck on it. She placed her pen between her lips, a habit of hers, and pondered over it for a minute. She glanced at Stiles and frowned, "Do we have to do this?"
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Isaac returned a smile to Willow. "You'll like them." He glanced at her. "And word is your friend has been hanging around one of mine." He stated sending her a wink. He finished the assignment and slid it over to her.

(No problem. I've been busy anyways.)

Willow rose an eyebrow, "Word really goes around here fast, doesn't it?" She glanced down at the paper he had passed her, a small smirk on her face. She looked it over briefly before looking back up at him.

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Stiles nodded, "Yeah, but it's homework. I'll get the answers before I come cover tonight and I'll give you the worksheet during our first class together."

Saylor just finished getting all done up for the party. The kegs were in place, trashcan punch galore, and a few bottles straggled around the kitchen. She had a few minutes before everyone was supposed to arrive and she was ecstatic. She knew Stiles would be coming and she was thrilled to spend time with him outside of school. She poured her self a drink and walked over to the stereo. She put on her party mix and waited patiently for everyone to arrive.
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Isaac sat in the backseat of Stiles's jeep with the group. He was slightly nervous to be going to a party, he hoped nothing upset him tonight. He could see that everyone else was anxious. He pulled out his phone and sent Willow a text, I'll be there soon. Save me a drink?. He smiled as it sent. Of course, he wouldn't be able to get drunk but he figured he would put up the facade. Stiles parked across the street from the house which he assumed was Saylor's. He hoped out and smiled widely, "Let's party guys."

Willow had just gotten to the party when she had gotten the text from Isaac. She smiled at the text and quickly replied, 'Definitely. See you soon.' Willow then walked inside of her friends house. "Hey Saylor," She smiled, "This was a great idea!"
Her grin widened as she grabbed a cup and drank of bit of its contents.

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Stiles nervously fiddled with his shirt before he got out of the car. He grinned at Isaac, nodding, even though he was extremely unsure about this. They all walked into the party together and began to disperse into their own places. Stiles saw Isaac walk over to Saylors friend, Willow and grinned. He could see that Isaac was into her. He then turned around and began to look for Saylor. Afterall, she was the main reason he was here.

Saylor smiled at her friend. "Thanks, love. We had to do it at some point." She stated. This was just the beginning of the Saylor and Willow effect. She heard the door open and people began to file in. She chugged down her drink and moved back to the kitchen to make herself another. She turned around and bumped into someone, spilling some of the red juice on them. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." She stated. She glanced up at the person to see that it was Stiles. "Oh, hey. I'm really sorry." She said sincerely.
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Isaac smiled at Willow and pulled her into a hug. "Hey there." He greeted. He glanced at her drink and smiled. He figured he would wait to start drinking seeing as there was no effect on him. If he started drinking too early, people may notice his lack of drunkness. "It's good to see you outside of school." He stated with a smirk.

Stiles flinched at the feeling of a drink being spilled on him, but when he saw who had done it, he didn't seem to car as much. "Hey. Don't worry about it. It's not your fault."
He wiped away some of the red juice, "I brought an extra shirt in case anyways."

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Willow grinned at Isaac and hugged him back. "Hey!"
She pulled away from him and took a sip of her drink. It wasn't a strong drink and she definitely did not plan on getting drunk so earlier into the party.

Saylor smiled at him. "So you come prepared." She stated. She took a sip of her drink as she eyed him. "Do you want a drink or anything?" She questioned with a smile.
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Isaac glanced around and noticed that all of his friends had made their own moves for the night. He looked down at the girl and watched her drink. "So, what are your plans for the night?" He didn't know what to say and now he felt a little stupid as the worlds slipped out of his mouth,

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, do you mind getting me one while I change out this shirt?" He would just get one himself but the shirt was starting to stick to his body and the juice was starting to glue the shirt onto him.

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"Well," Willow laughs lightly, "I plan to drink a lot of the night. Spend some time with you, if you don't mind."
She figured that he wouldn't mind, but she just wanted to make sure that he didn't have other people to hang out with.

Saylor nodded and poured Stile's a drink. She pointed down the hallway, "It's the third door on the right." She smiled up at him, "I'll be right here." She sipped on her drink and watched him.
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Isaac grinned down at the girl. He was started to get feelings for her. "Well I hope you would be okay with some dancing." He wonder aloud, taking a quick glance at the living room.

(Hey! Sorry for taking so long to reply! It's been such a hectic couple of weeks for me and I haven't really had time to get on.)

"Thanks," Stiles grinned, walking into the room and quickly changing out of his shirt and putting the other on. He left the room, his shirt slung over his shoulder and walked back to where Saylor was.

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Willow nodded at this question, "Definitely."
She took another sip of her drink, looking towards the living room. She put her drink down, since it had almost none of the contents left in it. "We can go now if you want?" She says, looking up at him.

(No problem! I've been busy with finals, but I'm back!)

Saylor kept her eyes on the boy as he walked back over to her. He was perfect to her. Her eyes roamed his body until they were met with his. "I can throw that shirt in the wash, if you want." She said sweetly.
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Isaac grinned and grabbed Willow's hand. He led her to the make shift dance floor. He began to move his body with the music. "So is this kind of thing going to be a regular occurrence?" He questioned.