Why Would You Ever Kiss Me?

Masterpiece Theater III

Isaacs POV
It was no mystery to me that Stiles and Scott didn't want me to go Wednesday. Even though Scott and I were part of the pack, he didn't see me as the brother I wanted him to.
And it seems to be apparent to him that I do i fact like Stassi, and she was the reason I was going to go in the first place.

She deserved better than Stilinski. He could never protect her the way she needed protection. Besides, I liked Stassi since she got here.. Stilinski just got the guts to talk to her before me.
I think seeing that has given me the confidence that I needed to go after her. I blew my chance when Stiles was in the gutter with her, I tried to smooth her over by giving her space but still letting her know that I'm here! I exist! And I really freaking like you!
But again, Stilinski got her in his grasp and had her back before I could walk her to her car.

I didn't have her number but I always dreamed of DMing her and talking with her all night. The only think that stood in my way was Stiles. I wanted to just remind her that I was here, but then again she knows, and I don't think she cares.

However, I vowed to Derek that I would lay my life down to protect her. Wanheada was sacred to my pack, but Stassi was sacred to me.

It made me feel a little gross though, thinking of another guy's girlfriend, but so couldn't help it. She was intoxicating.
I see her and my heart skips a few beats, my palms sweat, I forget how to breathe. I can't help but to wait for Stiles to screw up again so I can redeem myself.

I was heartbroken over no one, over having nobody to wish for, nobody to hope for. And I stay up late. I have these late night conversations with the moon. She tells me about the sun and I tell her about you.

The car ride with her was bliss. I noticed that when she concentrates she furrows her eyebrows and she drives really fast and aggressively. She kept apologizing for it, blamed it on New York. But I was focused on the way she mouthed the words to the song playing on the radio and the sound of rain patting down on the windshield.

We bonded a bit too. Over French and our fascination with languages. I had told her I was learning Italian now since I mastered French and Spanish, so when she dropped me off she said, "Ciao!" and I loved the idea of a girl who cannot decide between 'hello' and 'goodbye'. And I had kept my feelings to myself because I couldn't find a language to describe them in.

She approached everything so trustfully. She's wanted to pet every monster. She knew what I was and still didn't treat me differently. She never turned her back on me.
She was a giver. Always poured too much, of love. Never realizing watering a rock doesn't make it soft.

I laid in bed, closing my eyes, and making up scenarios in my head or her being mine. I smiled to myself relaxing when I heard an approaching car. A shit engine it had. It rumbled and creaked. It was going fast too. By the sound of it, I'd say 50. And I mean fast since the roads here are 25 speed limit. So whoever this was, was in a rush.
Headlights shined through my bedroom window and I shifted on my stomach from my back to get a look at who it was. It was dark but I could smell him.

It was Scott. Safely can assume Stiles was the one who drove.

I heard indistinct conversation and muttering as I went downstairs to see what they wanted. Before they could knock on my door I opened it. The sound of knocking on wood with my heightened hearing always triggered me a bit. Reminded me of my dad.

"Hey guys." I said as they looked stunned. "What's up?" I asked.
"Uh we uh just-" Scott stumbled with his words but his heartbeat was fast. He was nervous.
"Does this have anything to do with that thing?" I asked.
"Oh what now she's a thing?" Stiles said angrily trying to come at me. Scott held him back and I cocked my eyebrow at him confused.
"He was talking about the thing we're fighting." Scott said through gritted teeth.