Because I'm human

I confess and I bleed but I still love thee (Part 1)

Class had finished nearly fifteen minutes ago but Stiles couldn't find it in himself to leave the locker room. After finding out that Danny was like him, an inhuman, he was in shock. Never in all his life had he knowingly met someone like him. Of course, there were bound to be others out there who had powers of their own but the thought had never crossed his mind that those others might be here in Beacon Hills, let alone his school and the weeks he spends at the institute isn't exactly a social gathering for people like him.

There were so many questions Stiles had, so many things he wanted answers to, like what does it feel like to not be afraid of yourself. But Stiles doubted that Danny would have any more answers then he did.

God, everything is such a mess.

"Stiles?" A gentle voice called to him. Stiles' head shot up at the sudden voice sending a jolt of pain through his neck. He cursed under his breath, his hand coming up to massage the side of his aching neck. The sound of a loud thud echoed through the locker room before a heavy hand settled over his own, gentle fingers brushing against the side of his neck. "What are you doing?" Stiles breathed. He could feel his heart pick up speed, thumping against this chest like a snare drum.

"Taking your pain?" The uncertainty was clear in Isaac's eyes. He looked like someone just kicked his puppy but he didn't pull away, instead, his thumb softly stroked along the underside of Stiles jaw, it was an oddly intimate gesture. But the gentle rhythm sent tingles down Stiles' spine.

He wanted to say something, the words were on the tip of his tongue but no sound came out, the words were stuck in his throat and all Stiles could do was gaze into Isaac's eyes. They were an unnatural shade of blue he realized; the area around his Irises was gray with flecks of yellow and green but the blue got darker towards the edge of his eyes. They were beautiful. Stiles quickly pulled away from Isaac's hold and diverted his eyes. There is no way in hell he will let himself feel anything but disdain towards the werewolf, not after everything that's happened.

Stiles cleared his throat but he didn't dare turn back to meet the wolves' eyes, "What are you doing here?" Isaac seemed to heisted for a moment before he slowly withdrew his hand from Stiles neck. He stood and straightened his gray Henley, a hand-me-down from Derek no doubt.
"I forgot my phone. Why are you still here? I thought you'd be the first one in the cafeteria, it's curly fries day."
"Not hungry," he mumbled. It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the truth either. Stiles just couldn't bring himself to eat anything; his mind was abuzz with too many thoughts to concentrate on something as simple as eating. Now with Isaac here it's even harder not to get lost in his own thoughts. His confession last night is still fresh in Stiles mind. No one has ever liked him before, well not that he knows of anyway. It's insane to think that anyone would like him. Stiles knows that he's weird, he talks too much and he can't seem to sit still so the idea that someone thinks he's attractive is bizarre. There are a hundred other guys at this school who are taller, stronger and far more attractive then he will ever be, there is no way Isaac actually likes him.

"Last night," Stiles started but Isaac was quick to intervene.
"Yeah...Do you maybe wanna talk about this over lunch?" Stiles' head snapped up, his eyebrows were drawn together and his heart gave a loud thud against this chest. Was Isaac seriously asking him out? "I-I meant lunch, now, the cafeteria. I'm kind of hungry." His mouth fell open in a silent 'o'. Of course, Isaac wasn't asking him out, that was a stupid thought. For some reason, though he felt disappointed.

Stiles nodded. He grabbed his things and quickly left through the double doors of the locker room, not bothering to check if Isaac was following him. He was too embarrassed by his own stupidity,

***

They waited in silence in the short cue in the cafeteria. Isaac grabbed a serve of curly fries, a ham sandwich, and three chocolate chip cookies but was quick to grab a second serve of fries and an extra cookie when Stiles' stomach rumbled with a hunger he hadn't realized he had and to add insult to injury Isaac refused to let him pay for it.