confusion ~ a scisaac story

Chapter 8

AN: So excited to post this part! Hope you enjoy!

Isaac attempted to shield himself from the balls being thrown at him. One after the other, they hit him hard in the stomach, arms, legs, and even several in the head. His eyes glowed gold as he emitted a low growl from his throat.

"Come on, Isaac, you can do it! Hey–I know it hurts, but you need to try to find an anchor, okay?" Scott encouragingly called at him as he launched more balls at him.

"A–what?" The boy growled.
Scott stopped for a moment, made his way towards Isaac and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Isaac look at me, calm down" The glowing eyes slowly transitioned back to their usual blue, and Scott couldn't help looking into them for a little too long. The two boys were now kneeling on the grass in Scott's backyard.

"An anchor–it's quite literally something that keeps you anchored" he chuckled. "It's the thing that keeps you human when you need it the most. It can be pain, or love, that's what mine used to be. Now my anchor is myself. I focus on my strength and it helps me control my change. Derek's is anger." The two found each other's eyes in the darkening night. "Find one thing that helps you focus, that gives you strength yet enables you to remember who you are. It can be someone, or something, or a memory, or even a concept, like that of the triskele. Can you find that Isaac?"

A crease appeared on Isaac's forehead as he searched.

He didn't love anyone in this world. He hadn't since his brother had escaped to the army, abandoning him to the wrath of his father. He didn't truly fear anything, and he wasn't in pain, since his father's death. But he wasn't angry either. He had never felt hatred towards his father. Was that messed up? And he couldn't use himself as an anchor. He felt weak, and defenceless and there was no way that holding onto that was going to help.

Isaac looked up again into Scott's eyes, who now seemed closer than he had been before. He swore he could hear Scott's heartbeat racing, but he hadn't mastered his newfound abilities yet, so he couldn't know for sure.

And then, Isaac leaned over and pressed his lips to Scott's. The other boy instantly responded, melding his mouth to Isaac's. He ran his tongue against his bottom lip, begging him for entrance. The taller boy cupped Scott's face with his hands and pressed down harder with his mouth.

Suddenly, there was a 'pop' as their lips brutally disconnected. Scott scrambled to his feet, frantically straightening his clothes.

"I–um–I'm sorry–but I'm straight–I mean I have a girlfriend–I can't.."

Isaac, who's heart had been beating so fast a few seconds ago, was suddenly struck with despair. He slowly got up, his head dropped, and mumbled. "Sure–yeah, I–I'm sorry" and trudged away.

"Isaac–I'll drive you home–if you want.."

"Um.. I have my bike anyway– and I wouldn't want to trouble you.."

Before Scott could protest, he had disappeared.

AN: Internally screaming as I post this. Also shoutout to _Almighty_Nialler_ who I was facetiming while i posted this 😏😏