Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

ONE-HUNDRED-SIX

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KOREY

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"You call that throwing?" I teased, tossing the lacrosse ball back at Isaac. "My dead grandma could toss a ball better than that."

Isaac barked a laugh, swinging his lacrosse stick back again, "I don't know who's worse, you or Finstock."

"You mean better," I shot to the side, catching the ball in the lacrosse stick I'd borrowed from Scott.

"Of course, of course," Isaac lowered his stick, "you want to try standing in goal? I could use some work on scoring instead of just passing."

"I feel like as your co-coach, I get to make that call," I jerked my own lacrosse stick up, throwing the ball in the air so I could catch it in my hand. 

"You really get a kick out of being in control, huh?" His lips curled up on one side as he swung his lacrosse stick behind his neck, draping his hands over it.

I rolled my eyes, a flutter of warmth rushing through my stomach as I took a step toward him. "Almost as much of kick as you get out of being controlled." I grabbed onto the front of his shirt, bringing him down so I could plant a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips before I pushed him back. "Let's do some laps. I expect you to be as good on the track team as you are on the lacr— Isaac!"

He laughed as he circled his arms around me, leaning his weight on me so I was forced to stop walking away from him as he peppered kisses over every part of my face he could reach.

"Relations with the coach on the field are not permitted!" I shrieked out as his hands trailed down, his fingers burying into my sides.

"Doesn't count, you're the co-coach," he raised his voice over my yelps as I tried to get away from him. Tickling should have been deemed a crime by now.

"How dare you use my own words against me?" I moved my leg back behind his before I snapped it forward.

Isaac let out a slight gasp as he stumbled forwards, but he grabbed onto my shirt as he fell, grinning from ear to ear as I landed on top of him. "Now who's having inappropriate relations with a player?"

I smacked his chest as he laid down in the grass, "I would hardly call this inappropriate." I turned over onto my back, resting my head against his side.

He dug his arm out from under me, draping it across my waist as he placed the other under his head, using it as a pillow. "This is nice."

"We were supposed to be running laps," I arched my head back slightly so I could look at him, "and practising passes."

Isaac shushed me, lifting his arm off my stomach so he could force me to look back down before he returned it to its original place. "Don't ruin the moment."

I huffed softly even as my lips pricked up, and a soft giddiness rushed through my body, making my skin tingle. I squinted my eyes as the cold, autumn sun beamed down at us, enjoying the slight breeze that swept over us. I picked up his hand on my stomach so I could toy with his fingers for a few minutes before I laced my fingers through his and set his hand back down on my stomach.

That was when I noticed a figure rush through the school doors and trip down the steps, catching himself on the bannister to try and right himself. He looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen him fall before he straightened out and walked purposefully towards us.

"I think the moment's over," I murmured.

Isaac took a small whiff of the air before he hummed, "No, Liam's too shy to say anything to us."