❴ TEEN WOLF ━ ISAAC LAHEY. ❵
❛❛ i don't even want to begin
imagining a world without
you in it. you're the light of
my life, and without you?
i'm submerged in darkne...
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published: 050318. word count: 1250. other: this chapter is horrifically cringey, i'm so sorry! dedication: for taryn bc she apparently loves this book. her writing is to die for, you should check it out!
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DESPITE THE fact that Alina had lived with Isaac for two thirds of her life, and had been to the same school as him her whole life, not once did she ever think to watch him play lacrosse.
Today, however, was the wrong day to do so.
The girl was sitting comfortably on the highest silver audience stand when she was forced to take her head out of her book at the piercing sound of Coach's whistle nearby, "Let's go! Line it up." A blur of red-white dressed boys swarmed to the field.
"Faster. Make daddy proud," Alina stifled a giggle at his words, watching the players take their positions. She made eye contact with Isaac, who gave her an oddly uncomfortable look.
The girl looked on intently as the tryouts unfolded, noticing at every run, the goalie tackled the attacking player. She thought nothing of it first, maybe that was how the sport was played, but after timelessly hearing Coach shout at player 11, she knew there was something going on.
The helmet he wore prevented her from knowing his identity (not that she would be able to, anyway), but she repeatedly tried to get ahold of Isaac's attention, desperately wanting to know whether everything was okay. He hid his face away from the stands as he waited his turn in line - however, everything about his body language seemed foreign to her.
"McCall!" she heard Coach yell every so often, but even still she couldn't quite put a face to the name.
Alina grinned to herself as Isaac reached the front of the queue, the boy in front of him, whose mannerisms seemed similar to Jackson's, stepping away towards the stands. She eyed Isaac carefully, suddenly noticing the quick rising and falling of his shoulders. Too soon, the whistle blew, and players 11 & 14 were running straight at each other, colliding metres off the ground and falling on all hands and knees with audible thuds.
