isaac lahey imagines (f)

two

i snapped back into reality when i heard coach finstock's shouting ring my ears.
"stiles! what, are you doing?" he asks, confused.
"just passing (y/n) her book for next lesson, coach." he replies, stuttering.
"okay. there's your book, (y/n)." he says, returning his attention back to his class.
"thanks, i guess?" i say, confused.
i then notice that there's a piece of paper in the jane austen book that was given to me.
it read,
isaac was staring at you, non-stop. don't look back, it'd be awkward.
i look back at stiles, and mouth thank you for warning me.
the only people i've told about my undying crush for isaac lahey, is, only stiles, scott, and lydia.
he is literally, the god.
jawline, eyes, body-
"(y/n)!" coach shouts as i jump in my chair.
"here's a note." i sigh in relief as i grab my stuff and leave, to go to the school guidance counsellor.
i catch my glance on isaac on my way out and smile back at him. he smiles too, and i leave.
to be honest, me and him have spoken before. we were best friends from kindergarten to 6th grade. then we just drifted apart, i guess.
but over the years, his face has sculpted into a masterpiece. and to mention, his body.
i reach the office and knock.
"come in!" i hear, and see ms morrell, sorting through her papers.
"hi, (y/n). please, take a seat." she says, as i smile.
"thank you." i say, seated.
"so, stiles has told me you're feeling stressed and tense?" she says, sitting down.
"h-he has?" i ask, wondering why stiles would be so interested.
"well, yeah, that was on his list of things on his back at the moment." she says, smiling.
"o-oh, well he doesn't need to worry about me." i say, brushing a stray hair out of my face.
"look, i can help. what's on your mind?"
"m-my mind? um... homework, grades, healt-"
"no, love wise." she says, looking me dead in the eye.
"uh... well, i do have a small crush i guess..." i say, flustered.
"well, spill!" she says, laughing.
"there's this boy... i've known him for a while, and we've just drifted. i don't know what happened, really." i say, sad.
"who is this person?" she asks, personally.
"well- isaac. isaac lahey. oh god, i said it. sorry." i covered my mouth, and she looks at me understanding how i feel.
"know one's going to know about this conversation. you're free to go." she says, as the bell rings.
i walk out, scraping my hair back.
"psst. (y/n)." i hear behind me, and i turn on my heels to reveal a very blushing isaac lahey.
"hi, what's up?" i ask, giggling, as i see him in the corner of the janitor's closet.
"well, i needed to speak to you. i have been, f-for a long time really." he whispers, as he pulls me in, closing the door.
"look, the reason why i've been staring at you the whole time is because- well, i like you. a lot. i realised it because of your appearance, and your personality. you're everything to me (y/n). as cheesy as it sounds, i want to protect you." he says, smiling.
"y-you didn't just hear what i said in the office, did you?" i ask, blushing.
"i might of. i thought now would be the best time to tell you." he says, leaning in.
i do too, and our lips touch. i feel like fireworks are going off around me, as a lift my hand, cupping his jaw.
"does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?" he asks, smiling.
"yes. of course." i say, rubbing a thumb against his cheekbone.