Author's Note:
This is a prequel to "Playlist for Paradise" if you couldn't tell by my cleverly alliterative title. I don't normally do two parts because I hate them, but I liked the idea of what [Y/N] was apologizing for. Since it's a prequel, you don't need to have read the first part.
QOTD: What are your OTPs? (Nobody has just one).
AOTD: Stydia, Gallavich, Fitzsimmons
"We can take 'em," Isaac said, rolling up his sleeves.
"What, are you kidding?" You asked, looking down the hallway at Ethan and Aiden, merging into their superwolf form.
Isaac ignored you, sprinting down the hallway. He hissed and lunged at the twins, who easily threw him against the lockers.
You had two options at this point. You could be smart and run away. You could get Scott or Derek, and surely they would stand a better chance against the twins. But not that much better. Your other option was to do the exact thing Isaac did. You knew the twins wouldn't kill either one of you, especially since they weren't acting on Deucalion's orders. And since you had a mad crush on Isaac, you went with option two.
You sprinted up to the twins, and ducked a punch. You jumped up, and clung to the punching arm. They tried to shake you off, but you held tight. Isaac saw what you were doing, and took hold of the other arm. The twins tried to wave their arms around, but you and Isaac weren't letting go.
"Well, this is nice," Isaac said. "If I die today, make sure Scott doesn't go through my closet."
"They're not going to kill us," you said. And just as you said it, the twins threw both of you off.
"Are you sure?" Isaac asked.
"No," you answered as Ethan and Aiden stalked towards you. "But, Isaac, if we do die, I want you know that I like you. I like like you. I mean, I think I might be in love with you. I'm sorry."
Isaac stared at you. He opened his mouth, maybe trying to say something, but the twins smacked him so hard that he flew across the hallway.
Your eyes widened as the twins faced you, only to shift back into two different boys.
"You've got bigger problems than us," Aiden teased, and they left you alone just like that.
"Isaac," you ran over to where he was beginning to prop himself up. "I am so so so so so so so so sorry."
"No, it's okay," he said, and without warning, grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you.
He tasted a little like blood, and a little like pink lemonade. His hands were warm against your cheeks, and his lips were warm against yours.
"Holy shit," you gasped when you finally pulled back.
"I love you too," he said, giving you a goofy Isaac smile.
