Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

NINETY-THREE

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KOREY

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"Hey,"

I tensed, straightening out rigidly from where I'd been hunched over my gym bag. I turned around slowly, my heart already racing even if I recognised the lack of threat.

"Look what I've got." Isaac smiled, though it struggled to reach his eyes as the milky smell of worry pulsed off him. He held out a cherry flavoured lollipop towards me, twirling it between his fingers.

I managed my own miniscule smile, taking the candy from him and studying it as a slight flutter crossed through my stomach. "My favourite."

Isaac hummed in agreement, reaching to caress my cheeks before he held onto them carefully, looking into my eyes as if he was searching for something in them. He squeezed my cheeks together a moment later, a touch of playfulness raising his smile as he pecked my puckered lips. "Ready to be a kickass coach?"

"Co-coach," I mumbled quietly, some of the tension leaving my shoulders, "but hopefully, yes."

Isaac trailed his hands down my shoulders, and then, with utmost care and a featherlight touch, he grazed the multiple deep cuts lacing my arms.

They'd scabbed over, and Melissa had disinfected them all, placing plasters over the worse ones. They still hurt like a bitch though, even if they were healing.

He raised my arms onto his shoulders, sliding between them so he could pepper kisses over the damaged skin, his face focused and serious, as if he was doing something greatly important.

I watched him do it, clasping my hands together behind his neck so I could trace my thumb over the back of it and curl strands of his hair around.

He lowered his hands to my hips, pulling me closer to him so he could rest his forehead against mine. "We could leave. We could go home, watch a movie and eat a bunch of crappy food. Coach won't mind."

Amusement jolted through me and I snorted unintentionally, "Are we thinking about the same coach? Because the coach that I know would absolutely mind. He would lose his shit if we bailed on the game."

"Then let me stay on the bench, hm?" Isaac pleaded softly, his hold on my hips tightening, "I want to stay with you."

I unclasped my hands from around his neck, bringing them down so they rested on his chest. "You're one of the best players. You're playing. I'll be fine and so will you; like you said, it's over."

"But—"

I leaned up to kiss him, lingering long enough to sense the shift from anxiety and concern to happiness. "There. Now, go and win that game."

Despite my expectation that I'd be alone for most of the night just prompting the players into different places, I found myself to be wrong.

A girl, Amy, was sat on Coach's bench, ignoring the sour looks he was throwing her.

"Uh... hi?" I raised my hand slightly in greeting, "What are y—"

"Oh my God," Amy jumped up so quickly, I barely had a chance to blink before she'd wrapped herself around me, rocking me from side to side. "I'm so sorry, I heard what happened. That must have been absolutely terrible."

I blinked, my arms hovering over her as I tried to understand what was happening.

Amy drew back quickly, brushing her hair out of her face before she grinned up at me. "The good news is I'm going to be here the whole game to keep you company."