confusion ~ a scisaac story

Chapter 9

Scott slept badly that night, tossing and turning throughout the late hours. No matter what, he couldn't get rid of the taste of Isaac's lips, the feeling of his hands pressed against his cheeks.

And he couldn't forget the look on his face when he had broken their kiss.

The situation was so disconcerting. He felt as if the walls of his room were gradually closing in on him, a huge weight resting upon his shoulders.

Scott didn't know how he felt. He knew he liked Kira, he really did, and he knew for sure he was into girls. He couldn't not be, after everything he had felt when with Allison. He didn't like Isaac, did he? He couldn't.

What if I'm.. bisexual? Am I bisexual?

Scott felt so disorientated. Everything he had ever thought about himself was now being put into question, and he couldn't bare the confusion of it all.

Before he could think about what he was doing, Scott threw his covers off and leapt out of his bedroom window. He hadn't even put a shirt on, but he was already wolfed out and running through the empty streets of Beacon Hills, heading towards the forest.

Finally he had arrived where his wolf had brought him. Derek's place.

Scott swore under his breath as he calmed down. He should have guessed this was were his most basic instinct would take him.

He hesitated before the destroyed manor, a cold wind blowing through the leaves of the trees in the night. Scott then silently jumped up to the roof and slowly made his way towards a window at the back. Towards Isaac's bedroom.

He prayed Derek wasn't home.

As he reached the glass pane that opened into Isaac's living space, he peered through, searching for any sign of the boy in the dark. Before he could understand what was happening, he felt a hand grasp the collar of his shirt and haul him through the window, slamming him into the wooden floor and knocking the breath out of him.

"Scott?! What are you doing here?! I thought it was—someone trying to break in or whatever!" he hissed through his teeth, struggling to regain his normal breathing.

Scott scuttled away to the corner of the bedroom and held his head in his hands. His words were muffled as he spoke.

"I'm sorry Isaac. I—I didn't mean to come here. I was just running and ended up at Derek's place. All I knew is that I wanted to see yo—"

"Just stop, Scott! Just shut up!" Isaac shouted, raking a hand through his mess of curls. He dropped to the ground, lowering his voice before continuing.

"Y—you don't get it Scott, do you? I've had a crush on you for so long, for years, and when we finally started speaking again, I was just so happy to even be your friend! And you know what? I'm gay! It doesn't define who I am and I have no problem accepting it! And I get that you might not want to come out straight away to other people, if you are gay or bi or whatever, but I'm not here for you to just experiment on! I have actual feelings, and I like you so bad it hurts..." Both boys, who were sitting on the floor at opposites side of the room, looked up at each other.

Softly, Isaac continued. "Look, when I kissed you, it wasn't because I was crazy. It wasn't because I was going off of nothing. Your heart was beating a mile a minute before I kissed you, Scott, and I know, I know, that you would have kissed me if I hadn't. A-and I heard you talking about me to Derek. And I just don't think that I'm the only one who feels this way, no matter how much you try to deny it." At this, Scott looked down shyly, once again burying his head in his arms.

"Please, Scott" Now Isaac's voice was just a whisper, but he knew Scott would be able to hear him. "Just say something. I didn't mean to lash out but I needed you to know. Just-just tell me you feel the same way" His voice faded into nothing.

Silence ruled over the room for what seemed like forever. After a while, Scott sighed.

"I-I'm straight" Isaac didn't miss the skip in his heartbeat.

Isaac's heart dropped. He knew Scott was lying to him, but it didn't change anything. It still meant that Scott couldn't accept himself for who he was, and it certainly meant that he didn't want to be with Isaac, even if he had feelings for him.

Silently, he got up, head bent. "I'm not trying to out you, Scott. I'm not talking about your sexual preference here, I'm talking about feelings. I'm talking about love. Whatever. You know what, just stay here. You can sleep in my bed if you want, make yourself confortable. I'm going out."

Slowly, Isaac exited his bedroom and trudged down the stairs. As he stepped down onto the floor at the bottom of the staircase, he felt a gust of wind pass by him. Suddenly Scott was standing before him, a look of concern on his face.

"Sco—"

"Where are you going?" He sounded worried.

"Out. Don't wait up. I'll see you at school." Isaac tried to walk past him towards the door and was gently but firmly pushed back by Scott.

"You don't have to go. I'll leave."

Isaac looked at Scott with immense sadness. "I'm going out anyway. I need some fresh air"

Before he could move, Isaac had disappeared and Scott was left standing in the doorway. He remained still on the dark porch for a few minutes, the confusion that had earlier hit him wave after wave now crashing over him. Slowly, he made his way back up to Isaac's room, the boy's scent overwhelming him so much that he collapsed onto his bed, silent sobs racking his body.

It was like a storm was raging inside his head. He no longer understood anything he had once believed, as a turmoil of disorientation raged through him.

Allison. Girl. Kira. Girl. Isaac. Boy. Isaac. Isaac. Isaac.

Scott lay there, curled in a ball on Isaac's bed, until his breathing slowed and his heartbeat regained its normal speed. Then, he stood, stumbling over to the bedroom window, and leapt out, landing in a flurry of autumn leaves.

Wolfed out, Scott ran back to his house in the darkness.

AN: Sorry for not updating in a while, but I'm back! Hopefully new parts will be coming soon! :)