TEEN WOLF IMAGINES

↬ Alone Together

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YOU USUALLY SAT alone in the school library, a book carefully placed in your lap and your eyes rarely leaving the pages filled with words that seemed to take you to another dimension, scared to lift them and look around. Lunch was the time of the day you utterly dreaded.

You didn't have many friends; you found it difficult to spark conversations with new people. Instead, you were deemed an incredibly easy target for people who were simply bored. So there you sit, at the back of the library with a new book every week clutched in your dainty fingers, so desperately trying to avoid the pupils that roamed every inch of the school grounds during lunch hour.

You weren't always so lucky with that, however. On those bad days, students come and go, knocking your lunch off the table, flipping your book out from underneath your hands, throwing pencils in your direction until they were satisfied with how defeated you felt. It was childish and humiliating and you never really understood why they did it. You'd then spend the rest of your time trying but struggling to avoid their stares and their giggling as they taunt you with smug looks.

Today seemed to be a suspiciously good day, one you believed could bad at any given second. You kept waiting for the penny to drop, for someone to tower over you and rip your book from your tired hands. But, it never came. You gingerly peered over the edge of your book, wide eyes scanning the library for any movement.

Instead of the giggling girls that hunt you down every lunch, your eyes land on the only other person in the building on the hot summer's day. Everyone else must be outside.

Isaac Lahey, the troubled boy that sits at the back of the class and goes unnoticed by most, except yourself.

You'd convinced yourself every so often to just sit down next to him in class, without making a big deal out of it. Just in case he too was feeling a little lonely, like you do. You had seen the dark purple of bruises littered on his skin, the trouble that clouded his eyes and the trembling of his hands. You so often wanted to just reach out and take his shaking hands in your own and see if they'd calm down. You didn't though, and you never bought it up either. You worried endlessly about the boy that doesn't talk.

From your spot, you eyed the way he nervously ran his fingers through his curly hair every few seconds, and the way his sleeves covered his knuckles like they would protect him from against the rest of the world. He had his own book resting on the table in front of the him, his fingers toying with the edge of the pages as he read. You wondered what kind of stuff he likes to read. You silently wish you had the confidence to ask him, and go to open your mouth, but nothing comes out, and you drop your head back into your book again in defeat.

Isaac, only a few meters away, heard your quiet, crushed sigh in the seclusion of the bookshelves and peered over at you. He felt a smile edging its way across his lips as he watched you in your own little world. He took in how you sat cross-legged on the floor, your back resting up against the shelf littered with non-fiction books about the world's oceans. He wondered briefly about what was making your eyes light up and your lips silently move along with the words you were reading. He wished he had the confidence to ask you.

You were always much braver than he was, he had noticed. Occasionally, you'd sit next to him in class or give him a small smile if you passed him in the corridor, sometimes an awkward wave - your cheeks flaring up with a raging blush every time, and his would always do the same in return.

It was exactly what it looked like, you had a huge crush on Isaac Lahey, and it was no joke that he had the biggest one on you too. Anyone who paid the two any attention would've noticed it a mile off.

Isaac reminded himself to be brave, like you usually are when it comes to him, and take the one good thing in his life seriously. You were the only thing Isaac ever gets up for in the morning, the only thing worth it. He knows that.

So, he swallowed his nerves and stood up from his place at the table. Disregarding his unfinished book, he tucked in his chair and made his way over to where you sat, complacent.

You saw a shadow looming over you and had to swallow nervously, thinking that you had jinxed yourself by saying that today had been a good day before it was over and now, things were going to head south. You waited a moment, hoping that they might just keep walking, but instead, you heard a quiet cough and someone bumbling over their words.

You slowly looked up at the figure through your lashes, your heart hammering against your chest anxiously.

That was when you noticed the familiar face peering down at you and you let out a breath you hadn't realised you were keeping trapped, relief washing over you. You cleared your throat and smiled timidly up at the boy, "Hi," You mumbled, biting your lip sheepishly.

"Hey," He smiled shyly back, his heart racing even faster as you shuffled to the side slightly, making enough room for the lanky boy to sit down next to you. He hesitantly made his way closer to you, his nerves rocketing through the roof, your hands touched briefly when he sat down and Isaac was sure a wildfire ignited itself in his stomach as he noted to himself that you were even more beautiful close-up.

"Are you... Are you alright?" You asked quietly as you turned to face him, a small smile tugging your lips upwards. Isaac felt the air in the room get thinner as he gazed at you, momentarily speechless.

"I-I'm, uh, I'm good. Yeah," He stumbled over his words, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth as embarrassment flooded through him in waves at his incapability to form coherent words when talking to you.

But all his embarrassment tumbled away when you nodded sincerely with a grin, "That's good!" Your eyes gleamed with happiness and Isaac found himself in adoration. A brief moment of silence had his eyes darting down to the book resting in your lap, and he knew he could do it.

"What're you reading?" He questioned, motioning to the book, surprised at how easy it was to talk to you. You weren't like everyone else, you wouldn't make fun of him for his troubles, or laugh at him when he does something wrong. You were just like him. You understood.

You let out a small gasp of excitement before launching into an explanation about your book, a content smile on your soft lips. Every so often, you caught yourself stumbling over your words slightly, not used to this sort of attention, but for some reason you didn't care if you looked like an idiot in front of him. You didn't care at all. 

And suddenly, Isaac felt like coming over to you was the best decision he had ever made as he watched you talk about your book ardently, he watched the way your lips moved and the way your eyes shone with elation. It was then that Isaac realised that maybe, just maybe, his life was about to get that much better.