Isaac Lahey Imagines

Part 23: Request #7

Kolvina gif if you still haven't noticed it :) it's from the originals ;)

ok so I don't know how to feel about the latest episode of teen wolf. I think I might have nightmares later because of those freakin doctors showing up out of nowhere *ugh can they not* and they freakin brought back the Kanima!! but not Jackson|Colton *sad* and the spine-tail scene at the animal clinic nghhhh....

how do you guys feel about the latest episode of Teen Wolf? tell me all about it!

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You felt your legs burn as you ran faster and faster down an alley and into the forest, stopping occasionally to take a breather and check if it was still following you, all the while wincing at the pain you felt all over your body. You didn't know what or who it was but it just started following you when you were walking down the path of your new neighbourhood and trying to make yourself familiar with your new surroundings, seeing that it was so different from the sunny and dry weather of your old hometown.

Limping your way behind a big tree, you sat down and tried to settle your heart from beating too much and regain your normal breathing from running. After a while of sitting down, you tiredly curled yourself up against the big roots of a tree and tried to keep awake in case you needed to run again, but it was getting a lot harder in doing so as your vision became clouded. You heard gunshots from a distance but you didn't care anymore, all you wanted to do right now was sleep.

You felt arms suddenly lift you from the cold ground and carry you against a warm chest, your eyes already starting to close and rest.

"Hey," a voice called your attention, lightly rousing you back to consciousness but not enough to fully awake you for you to not go back to sleep.

You heard another row of gunshots from a far; the person clutched you closer to his chest before stopping his run and crouching low.

"Stay with me okay," he said. "Keep your arms around my neck."

Mustering all the strength left in you, you did as he instructed, before he sprinted towards whatever direction he was going, and not noticing that you were now facing the back of his head with a mop of curls.

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"She'll be fine," a husky voice was heard that made you wary of where you were.

"See, she's waking up," Just as another voice said that, your eyes fluttered open, squinting a bit from getting blinded by the bright light before getting a sudden dull ache in the back of your head.

"Hi," a boy with curly hair and blue eyes greeted you, helping you sit up against the headboard of the bed you were in right now.

You kept quiet, looking to him then to the other boy who seemed to have a crooked jaw and another who was pale and had moles around his neck. You recognized both boys from school, one having English with and another in Science.

"How are you feeling?" The boy with the curly hair asked, reaching for the unnoticed glass of water on the bedside.

"I-I'm fine," you muttered, nervous as to what you were doing there and why.

"Here," Hesitantly taking the glass of water Isaac handed you, you contemplated whether to make a run for it or just stay and ask questions.

"What were those back there?" You asked after mustering up the courage to speak and throw the trauma at the back of your head, before taking a drink of the water.

"Honestly," Isaac said, "We don't know yet."

"We? Who's we?"

"Scott, Stiles and I."

You knew something very fishy was going on with those boys, especially at school where they were mostly not present or late for class. And other than the fact that they looked almost like sex on legs-actually almost everyone they were in relation with, be it friend or foe.

That was one of the first things you noticed when you moved to Beacon Hills High,

"I'm Isaac by the way," Curly introduced himself with a smile. "Isaac Lahey."

I know. You thought to yourself seeing how girls would gush over the lacrosse players-well most of 'em.

"Y/N Y/L/N." You replied, putting the glass back on the bedside table.

"Does it still hurt?" Isaac asked after a few silence, gesturing to the large bruising cut on your forearm.

"A bit," you answered, just noticing how big it was compared to what you thought you saw a while ago in the alley.

As Isaac retrieved the first aid kit from the cabinet in the room, he sat down on the edge of the bed and treated the wound with care; saying sorry a few times when you winced at the pain and sometimes stealing glances and accidentally making eye contact quite a few times that lasted a long second. You and Isaac could only sheepishly smile at it, waving it off as a friendly look.

"Thanks," you said, after he had covered the wound with gauze, the warmth of his hand still lingering on your arm and hand.