Isaac Lahey was pretty much the ideal male form.
At least, that was what Y/N found herself thinking nearly almost every day when he would sit down across from her at the lunch tables or when he would squeeze himself on a bench, pressed against the side of her body. She couldn't help but cast a gaze that could only be described as lovestruck toward the boy, her chin held in her palm as a small, hopeless sigh escaped her lips.
Lydia and Allison exchanged a look, shaking their heads and smirking at their utterly in love friend before moving to block Y/N's view of the boy in question. She almost protested, but kept her composure, not wanting to give the girls the satisfaction of knowing without a doubt that Y/N had been staring at Isaac again. Not in a creepy way, of course. It was more like she was admiring him, as an artist would admire their model.
"Hmm, who is Y/N staring at this time?" Lydia asked, her green eyes playful as she tapped her forefinger against her bottom lip, pretending to ponder the question. "I wonder... any ideas, Allison?" Allison laughed, shaking her head and stroking her chin, her lips pulled into a smirk.
"Could it be Isaac Lahey?" She exclaimed, lifting her hand to her mouth and gasping oh so dramatically. Lydia and Allison fell into a fit of giggles as they sat themselves down at the table on either side of Y/N, who was blushing a deep shade of red and rubbing the back of her neck, a sign of how uncomfortable she was in that moment. "No, it couldn't be the guy that she spends every waking moment day dreaming about, could it?"
Isaac, upon hearing his name, lifted his head from his textbook, cerulean eyes scanning the crowded cafeteria for the source. His eyes fell upon Lydia and Allison, a red-faced but ever adorable Y/N sandwiched between her two laughing best friends. He glanced back down at his book, placing his pencil down. He was no longer interested in mathematical theories or algebraic equations- not that he had been before- but in the conversation Y/N and the girls seemed to be having about him. He leaned forward slightly, concentrating on the sound of their voices.
"I do not spend every waking moment day dreaming about him," Y/N dismissed, her flushed cheeks slowly returning back to their original pigment. She paused, her lips twitching slightly. "Only when we're at school and with the pack," she amended, laughing along with her friends. Isaac couldn't help but grin, no matter how hard he tried to fight it off. Ha. The prettiest girl in the school day dreamed about him. Isaac Lahey, who used to be a nobody.
"Knew it! You have the biggest crush on him," Lydia squealed, clasping her hands together.
"Well can you blame me?" Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair and glancing fleetingly at him. Luckily, Isaac managed to look away before she caught him staring. He tensed a little, worried she had saw. "He's pretty much the most gorgeous boy to ever walk the Earth, and I mean it. He's just... ugh, so fucking cute. It's distracting. His eyes are just... and his hair is just... I swear he glows in the sunlight!" Y/N groaned, rubbing her temples. "Look at him over there, being all cute, jaw all tense. He has the best freaking jawline I have ever seen in my life. Literally. He's Mr. Jawline."
And all Y/N wanted to do was kiss that infuriatingly flawless jawline and his infuriatingly perfect face. Not that she would ever admit that out loud.
"Aw, Y/N, you really like him, don't you?" Allison cooed, patting her friend's hand sympathetically as Y/N nodded, letting out another defeated groan.
"Yes, and it sucks," Y/N said miserably, slouching in her chair. "He's, like, this perfect guy, right? He's really cute, he's sweet, he's funny, he's sarcastic... and then there's me, and he's way out of my league even if we are friends and a part of the same pack. I'm hopeless."
Isaac licked his lips, his smile even wider this time around. She was adorable. Really. The fact that she thought he was out of her league was utterly ridiculous, of course, considering he had been harboring a deep infatuation with the girl since she defended him to Stiles Stilinski, not realizing that Isaac had been listening to the whole ordeal. He had a habit of doing that, evidently.
Lydia scoffed, shouldering her bag and gesturing for Allison to do the same. "Oh, please, Y/N. Don't give me that B.S., he looks at you as if you've hung every single star in the freaking sky. He's head over heels for you. You should go talk to him, he's right across the room." Allison stood up, Lydia following in suit. Y/N furrowed her brow, beginning to stand up as well and about to follow the girls out of the room when Lydia grabbed her shoulders and lightly pushed her in Isaac's direction. "Go. Talk to him. Tell him that you want to make out or something."
"Lydia, Allison...! I didn't finish my lunch!" Y/N called to her retreating best friends, who simply waved back at her.
"Go eat with Isaac." Ally murmured under her breath, knowing full well that Y/n could hear her due to her werewolf-enhanced hearing. Y/N, her cheeks now tinged a rosy color due to the embarrassment Lydia and Allison caused, hesitantly packed her bag again and shuffled nervously across the cafeteria floor, setting her stuff down across from Isaac. Allison looked back at Isaac, nudging Lydia with her elbow when she noticed Isaac's bright red cheeks and shy grin as Y/N approached him cautiously. "How much you want to bet he heard our entire conversation?"
"He totally did." Lydia grinned, steering Allison away so that Y/N and Isaac could... well, do something other than gaze at each other from afar.
"Mind if I sit here?" Y/N asked quickly, a part of her wanting to run away and hide and another, bolder part of her wanting to grab Isaac Lahey's stupid, adorable, smiling face and kiss him fiercely.
She didn't, clearly. Her fumbling hands were too clumsy for such bold moves.
"Of course not," Isaac said, slamming his book shut and accidentally pushing it off the table in excitement. Y/N raised her eyebrows, causing Isaac's heartbeat to speed up significantly as he shrugged sheepishly and ducked underneath the lunch table to pick up his textbook. Her eyes were bright with amusement at his screw up, and Isaac decided in that instant that if she was going to tease him about his book, he was going to tease the hell out of her for her little comments just ten minutes before.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Do I have a nice jawline?" He asked innocently, bright blue eyes sparkling at her. She blushed lightly, but Isaac picked up on her embarrassment. He flashed her a grin, the most smug of smiles, that nearly made her heart stop.
"I- um, you... have a fairly nice- I mean... it's sharp- no, but I mean that... it's just.. you know, yeah it's p-pretty, um, nice," she stuttered, her face even redder than before. Oh, fuck my life, she thought, sinking lower in her chair.
"Aw, I kind of wanted the extended version of that sentence. The one you told Lydia and Allison," Isaac pouted, staring at Y/N with a certain intensity that made her confidence come rushing back full circle.
"How much of that conversation did you hear?" She asked anxiously, the stuttering gone and replaced with something else. Something different.
"Oh, just the bits where you admitted your undying love for me and that you wanted to kiss me in inappropriate places," Isaac answered cheerfully.
"Hey, I never said that-"
"Oh, but you were thinking it, weren't you, gorgeous?" Isaac remarked, resting his elbows on the table and leaning forward so he was very nearly in Y/N's face.
"Maybe I was. Is it true what Lydia told me? About how you look at me?" She asked, her arms folded on top of the table as she narrowed her eyes at the boy, leaning even closer.
"Maybe it was." Isaac replied. "What should we do about that?" He pondered that for a moment before taking Y/N's face in his hands, his eyes closing as he pressed his cupid's bow lips to hers, deepening the kiss as much as he could despite the constrictions of the lunch table between them.
When lunch ended, the two walked to class hand in hand like any new couple would do. Isaac looked at Y/N, at the beautiful girl beside him, and said, "So, do you think Mr. Jawline could be my permanent nickname when we sleep together or should it be-"
"Keep walking before I smack you, Lahey," Y/N said, but he caught her blush before she could stop it, and grinned smugly to himself. He was never going to stop teasing her for that little comment, even if they ended up married with kids ten years into the future. Mr. Jawline. Ha, he loved it.
