Run Away! [TEEN WOLF FF] ENG *Isaac Lahey*

6-Forget

Everything went quiet. 

Silent.

It was this type of silence that made you think the whole world was deaf. 

I closely observed Isaac's face and tried to recognize his next reaction. I scanned his every move, every blink of an eye, every movement of his ever-rising and decreasing chest. He was no longer relaxed. There were no more sparks of amusement in his eyes, no sign of his wide smile.

No.

There was a pure shock, written in his face.

I wanted to be tough. I wanted to warn him not to make a fool of me, wanted to tell him that I knew what I'd seen, but insted of it...I didn't make a sound. I was clenching my teeth so much that I was afraid I would crush them, but the pressure was nothing compared to the feeling that grew inside of my chest. It grew....and grew....and....g    r    e     w......

 I felt as if I was locked in a cage, suffocating.

And Isaac kept quiet. 

I don't know what I was hoping for that time. I wanted an explanation, his soothing words that everything will be fine....I was dying to hear him saying my name.

But as the rest of my wishes...these too remained unfulfilled.

"You know what? Forget it. Forget all of it," I shook my head when I rose back on my feet. A moment ago I was afraid he'd leave me, but now I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. I didn't even want to look at him, he decided to keep quiet, so why should I make eye contact with him? I turned toward the door, but he blocked my escape route with his tall figure.

"What do you think I should forget?" There was no sign of silence in his voice, or shock in his eyes. It was him again. Isaac with a foxy smile on his face, which at that moment provoked me incredibly. I tried to get him out of my way,  but Isaac didn't move an inch, he was rather getting even closer. 

"I don't know, maybe the whole friday night? I have a brilliant idea! Forget we've even talked," I said resentfully, but he was smiling and his smirk kept getting wider and wider with every word I've just said. I was eager to punch him in his face. "You shouldn't have followed me to the damn tree. It would be much better if you weren't there. And you know what? Forget that you've ever met me, forget my name!"

"I think it would be a shame to forget it....to forget you," he said, without trying to hide how much he enjoyed it. "Firstly, I fancy you, Ruth," he took one step closer to me, "secondly, if I hadn't been there, you wouldn't have landed in such amazing arms, but you'd have smacked on the ground with multiple fractures, maybe worse." 

Amazing arms?! How the hell high ego does this man have? He can't be serious! Every thought in my head screamed. Yes, if he wasn't there, it might have gone badly, but... But... I clenched my teeth angrily when I couldn't come up with a good argument that I would happily spit in his face.

Damn me.

Damn him.

"And finally," he hasn't finished his marvelous speech yet, "I know that you fancy me too, dear Ruth. Stop resisting that feeling."

Stop resisting ME.

I glared at him, not able to find right words, I would punch him with. Of course he was right. But confessing it might have been much easier, if only he hadn't acted smugly. I knew that the boy I'd liked had been somewhere inside him, hiding, not wanting to me to see him....not now. But if he can play hide and seek, so can I. 

"I don't need you," I told him convincingly in the face, but at the same time I tried to convince myself.

"Yes, sure," he replied sarcastic, and steped even closer to me, so that the only thing that separated us was the meer  will of God. He smelled nicely.