"...Isaac." Stiles sighed and dropped his hands from Isaac's shoulders, only to let them slide through his own hair, feeling his stress ratchet up immediately. He hated seeing Isaac look hesitant--like Stiles was going to do something. The kicked-puppy look was rough to deal with, but damn it--

"This could get you suspended, you realize that? You have got to control this! Greenburg is an asshole, but I didn't break anything, and it's Lacross. I'm going to get the shit kicked out of me."