Isaac Lahey Imagines

(Not) Jealous

Isaac Lahey is not jealous. Absolutely not. There is no reason why he would possibly be walking the halls of Beacon Hills High School with his hands clenched into fists, hoping against hope that he can keep his claws away long enough to avoid slicing into his palms. It's not like he would even see the blood, anyway, his vision seems to be a field of red.

That is, of course, if he were jealous, and he's not. Isaac is perfectly fine, and he is not glaring at a boy down the hall from him. This guy is talking to Y/N L/N, someone who just happens to be Isaac's girlfriend, and he's even leaning with one arm against her locker like he's some kind of teen movie lead. Isaac hates him instantly. Maybe he is jealous after all.

But he can handle it. Isaac has survived hunter shootouts, werewolf pack fights, and dozens of conflicts that usually end in him whipping out his claws and fangs to put an end to things. Needless to say, getting jealous about some boy making eyes at his girlfriend shouldn't be the worst thing that's ever happened.

Isaac takes slow breaths in and out. He's handling this. He's going to keep walking, and he is not going to charge over there and rip the guy's head off, although that certainly sounds good to him right now. It would certainly shut him up.

Before he can make any mistakes, a voice comes from Isaac's left, distracting him from his rather bloodthirsty vision.

"You alright, Isaac? You seem a little tense."

Isaac glances over and sees Scott McCall pausing next to him, one hand casually tugging on the straps of his backpack. Isaac swallows harshly, trying to pull himself together.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Great. How are you?"

Scott raises an eyebrow. "Perfectly fine, or at least compared to you. Seriously, I think every werewolf within a mile radius can smell your anger."

Isaac does his best to pretend he's surprised. "Really? I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe I'm just, uh, stressed about an upcoming math quiz."

Scott widens his eyes in mock confusion. "Is that true? You're not just, say, upset that Clark Ellis is over there talking to Y/N and trying his hardest to flirt with her?"

Isaac's mood sours in an instant. "Well, I'm trying not to be upset, but seeing as you brought it up-"

The True Alpha just laughs. "Get used to it, buddy. Y/N's going to have a lot of people flirting with her, we're at a high school. It only feels worse because of the whole werewolf thing. Trust me, when I first started dating Allison I felt like I was going to fly off the handle every time someone so much as approached her. One time, Jackson tried talking to her and I made Derek go push him into a wall of lockers."

Isaac feels intrigued. "I didn't know making Derek push people into lockers was an option. I think I need to look into that."

Scott has the audacity to roll his eyes. Clearly, he doesn't understand the gravity of the situation, which is that Clark Ellis just told a probably awful joke and made Y/N laugh, and even though Isaac knows he doesn't have a monopoly on making his girlfriend laugh, that is so wrong that-

"Isaac. Dude. Get it together. Your world isn't going to shut down because some boy from first period talks to Y/N."

Isaac frowns. "Are we sure about that?"

Scott chuckles. "Very. Now come on, if you're going to stew about this the whole time I'm going to get sick of it. If you want to do something about it, go talk to her, but for the love of God, if I see any glowing eyes or claws I'm going to drag your werewolf ass right back out of there."

Isaac grins, although he's not entirely sure that it's meant to be a pleasant expression. "Oh, don't worry. No blood will be seen."

He starts moving before Scott can tell him what a bad idea that is, walking down the hall towards Y/N. Isaac does his best to school his countenance into a neutral expression, but he's fairly sure that he failed at that goal, because the second Clark Ellis gets a good look at him, Isaac swears he can see every drop of blood flee the guy's face. Isaac smirks as the guy trips over himself to say goodbye to Y/N, quickly turning and almost dashing off down the hall. Sometimes, he likes being intimidating.