confusion ~ a scisaac story

Chapter 10

AN: This is the last part! Sorry for not updating recently, but I suddenly had a spur of motivation, so I finished the story and decided I would just go ahead and post the whole thing! Hope you enjoyed it! 

Scott knew, deep inside, that Isaac was right. He could keep trying to deny it to himself, but that wouldn't work forever. Scott had been about to kiss him, last night in the backyard, and before that, in his bedroom, and even that first day, in front of Derek's house.

He didn't know what was holding him back now. It wasn't like none of his friends would accept him. Stiles was gay, Malia pansexual, and he had his doubts about Lydia, seeing how her heartbeat sped up when she was near Malia. Besides, he remembered Deaton once saying something about their wolves being attracted to other wolves, regardless of gender.

He understood then that he wasn't scared of being attracted to someone of the same gender, he was scared of change. It changed the entire way he had thought about his life before, and it seemed to open up his mind to an infinite horizon that he hadn't even realised existed before, and he simply had no idea how he was supposed to deal with that.

One thing at a time, he thought, as he shouldered his backpack, heading out of his bedroom. Speak to Isaac first.

Once he reached school, Scott leant against the lockers facing Isaac's, waiting for him to arrive so that they could talk. Twenty minutes passed without him appearing, and as the first bell rang, Scott pushed himself off the lockers, disappointed.

Maybe Isaac had gotten here especially early today, but all Scott could smell of him was a faint trace from the previous day. OK, maybe he was just late, that was more probable.

But he was still nowhere to be seen as second and third period rolled past, both classes that the two usually shared. Scott couldn't concentrate, his mind set on that mess of curls, that soft scent, those cerulean eyes. He repeatedly ran a hand through his hair, his foot tapping frantically at the floor, until Lydia hissed at him to stop.

At the end of the hour, Scott attempted to get out of the room as fast as he could, but a soft hand around his wrist stopped him from going any further. As he turned around, he saw Kira, looking up at him with soft eyes.

Kira. Fuck. How he could he forget? His mind had been so set on Isaac that he had completely forgotten about his girlfriend.

"Hey Scott", she said, smiling sadly. Tugging him towards the boys locker room, she pushed the door open, and he followed her, slightly stumbling.

Kira gently pushed him down so that he was sitting on a bench. His heartbeat was becoming a little less frantic, but he was still aching to find Isaac, to know he was safe, to speak to him. She crouched before him and placed a hand on his cheek, pushing his bowed head up so that he would look at her.

"Look at me, Scott. Listen. I know, ok?" At this, he searched her eyes questioningly. "God—you're so obvious, Scott", she told him, chuckling softly. "I don't know if you're—like— in denial or something, or if you're trying to hide it from us, but it's so clear—"

"Kira—"

"Wait, just listen to me. You're into Isaac, I'm not that oblivious. None of us are. I don't know, I was waiting to see if maybe it had all been just a figment of our imagination, if we were imagining it, or maybe if you were just— really obsessed with him, in a completely platonic way." A glint of humour flashed across her eyes. "It's okay, you know that right? And us— we tried, and it didn't work out. It's alright, and we can still be friends. We're still pack."

"Kira.."

She got up before him, stroking a hand through his hair and planted a kiss on his head.

"Go on Scott" she whispered. "Go get him"

He blinked a tear from his eyes. "Thank you Kira. I'm— I'm so sorry."

She smiled sadly at him as he moved past her and exited through the doorway.

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For the second time that week, Scott sat on Isaac's bed. He didn't know where the other boy was, but, from the fresh scent of him lingering in the air, he could tell that he wasn't long gone, and that he wasn't far.

He stayed there for an hour, determined on waiting until Isaac got back. Finally, he heard the squeak of a step in the hallway and stood up abruptly as the boy entered, confused.

"Isaac, I need to—"

"Scott, what are you— If you're here to rub it in, I'm leaving." And with that, he had vanished.

Startled, Scott rushed after him, catching up with him at the front door. He stood in front of him, between Isaac and the door, and Isaac tried to push past him, but was stopped by Scott's hand on his chest.

"Look, Isaac—"

"I get it OK? You don't want to be with me, and that's fine. That's completely fine. But I don't want to hear whatever excuse you've come up with because I can hear it in your heartbeat"

He attempted once again to push past him. As he did so, Scott grabbed him by the neck and smashed his lips to Isaac's, firmly grasping his cheeks. Out of surprise, Isaac's fingers traced his cheeks, then his neck, barely touching him, before he slowly pulled away from Scott.

Isaac looked at Scott's lips, sighing loudly and his heartbeat frantic. His eyes travelled back up Scott's face, then down to his mouth once again.

"Oh God", he whispered, grasping Scott's face once again and pulling the boy towards him in a searing face. They began smiling against each other's lips.

Scott chuckled. "You weren't letting me speak", he said into Isaac's mouth. They gently pull away, resting their foreheads together.

"Apparently, I'm obsessed with you, and I've been so obvious that Kira broke up with me so that we could be together"

"Oh really?" Isaac asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're obsessed with me, are you?"

"Maybe", Scott whispered. "Like—maybe a lot"

"And—you want to be together? Me and you?"

"If—if that's what you want, then yes. I really, really, completely want to be with you, Isaac Lahey. And I'm sorry for being so stupid before—for everything"

Both boys were now grinning completely, and Isaac dipped forward, pecking Scott on the lips.

"If you're so obsessed with me then, would you do me the honour of being my boyfriend, Scott McCall?", Isaac asked softly, his eyes roaming Scott's face sincerely.

Scott ducked his head, blushing.

"Of course I would"