No Luck

Swapped

Young James Dean, some say he looks just like his father

But he could never love somebody's daughter

- New Americana, Halsey

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Isaac throws the ball at Scott, who catches it, smirking. Damn alpha powers. They'd decided on practicing lacrosse before class starts. Isaac needing to work on his aim a little bit, and Scott, well, Scott's just happy to be here.

"This isn't fair." Isaac complains. Scott sticks his tongue out at him and then casually tries to lick his own nose. "Real mature." Isaac rolls his eyes. He throws the ball while Scott is still trying to lick his nose, and makes it.

"Hey, that's not fair." Scott immediately protests. Isaac snorts and sticks his tongue out, mimicking Scott. The puppy-like boy picks up the ball and tosses it in the air, catching it with his lacrosse stick. 

They decide on going back into the locker room after that. Mr. Harris will probably try to attack them with his signature demon stare if they're late to class. 

Scott thinks about taking a shower, but decides against it - he can see his mother shaking her head now. If he's going to get naked in front of Isaac it's going to be in a sexy way, not with him huddled awkwardly in the boy's bathroom. He does spray a lot of Axe on himself though. 

Scott walks around the lockers and over to Isaac, who's putting on a scarf. He has to bite his tongue not to laugh. Isaac's love of scarves is amusing and cute to him. He could imagine them cuddling and watching a movie while Isaac curls into his scarf like a kitten.

Cuddling. Huh, weird. He's never cuddled with anyone besides his dog, Roscoe, and his old stuffed dog that's still sitting somewhere on his shelf, collecting dust. He didn't have the heart to throw it away. 

"What are you looking at?" Isaac asks, confused. He looks behind him, as if there was going to be a giant, evil snowman barfing rainbows lurking in the shadows. Some people say he has a wide imagination. He doesn't see it.

"You." Scott replies cooly. Isaac snorts and rolls his eyes, unaware that he's attractive. Once Isaac is satisfied with how his scarf looks, Scott approaches him. He places his hands on Isaac's neck and his eyebrows instantly raise. 

"What are you do-" Scott pulls him by the scarf into a kiss. Scott is more than a little surprised by the affect Isaac has on him. He's never really had a relationship before. It was more than just his fake sister, it was his whole personality. 

To everyone outside of Isaac, Stiles, and his parents, - maybe Lydia, since she looks at him and Isaac like she knows all their secrets even though Isaac hasn't spilled the beans - he's Scott McCall, popular asshole and the schools man-whore. 

Sometimes, he finds it's more than an act, but a second personality. It's become easy to be a jerk to everyone, except Isaac, who he's never talked to before. And their already making out. I should ask him on a date, Scott thinks to himself.

For a moment, they forget where they are, and everything around them is a blur. It's short lived though, since the late bell rings in the distance. "So much for being on time." Scott comments. He smiles at Isaac's blush and grabs the curly-haired boy's hand.

They were making out about a minute ago, but Isaac's stomach still fills with wasps the second their fingers lace together. 

Scott continues to pull him through the hall, letting go of his hand when they reach the classroom. Mr. Harris demon glares them as they walk into class and they avoid his eyes. Isaac is kind of scared that if he looks Mr. Harris directly in the eyes that he'll turn into stone.