Isabel Martin moved back to Beacon Hills to live with her cousin after her parent's death in England. Despite being gone for 2 years, it seems nothing has changed. Has it?
"Welcome to the panic room
Where all your darkest fears are gonna come for yo...
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"Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness."
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"Uh, I can't drink tonight..." Scott tells Lydia as she places a glass of punch into his empty hand.
"All right, what is with the two of you?" Lydia asks, exasperatedly.
"Oh, no, Stiles is drinking." Scott answers.
"Not Stiles - you and Allison." Lydia explains. "I don't care why you have to keep your little love affair so secret, but right here and now seems like the perfect time just... to have a good time." Lydia breathes out.
"You know something? You're right." Scott chuckles, standing up from his seat.
He raises the glass to his lips and takes a sip of the punch as Lydia watches closely.
"See? Isn't it good?" Lydia smiles.
"Actually, yeah. Really good." Scott grins at Lydia before she leaves, taking another swig of the drink.
He looks over to where Allison stood across the pool, only for her to no longer be there.
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Allison directs Matt into one of the rooms in the Martin house, setting her drink down as she turns on her heels to face him.
"You get two minutes." Allison sighs, crossing her arms at the boy stalking her best friend.
Matt moves to close the door but Allison raises a brow at his actions. He freezes and re-opens the door as he coughs.
"Okay... Uh, right." He says awkwardly. "So, I know I took some pictures of Isabel that I should've told her about... But, is it really that bad that - that I think she's beautiful, and I think she should be the subject of a perfect photograph? Did- uh you tell her yet?"
"No, I haven't told her yet, but, um - Matt, some of those pictures, I... I don't even know how you took them." Allison explains.
"Telephoto lens. I mean, come on, Allison - photographers call them "candids."" He attempts to explain, Allison awkwardly laughs.
"Well, police call it "stalking."" She counters.
Matt looks at her in disbelief. Allison looks to the hallway, spotting the Kanima's tail slinking down the staircase.
"Stalking?" Matt scoffs. "So, I'm-I'm a stalker now, that's-is that it? You-you think my bedroom is wallpapered with her photos? You think I'm the kind of guy that's gonna say something, like, "Well, if I can't have her, no one can!" Well, you know what? All of you need to get over yourselves, because there's another pretty girl walking through the room every five minutes." Matt angrily responds.
Allison looks at him in shock at his sudden anger, Matt's face falls as he realises what he said.
"Well, then, all you have to do is wait for another three. Leave her alone." Allison coldly responds, starting to walk past Matt.
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