'Calm Isaac. She can't know why would she?'
Isaac stared at the sheet in front of him, trying to despairingly focus on anything but her scent. Since becoming this thing, all senses his had become heighted which was a good tool when put to proper use. Since discovering this concealed talent of his, Isaac had spent the majority of his time avoiding her at all costs… As characteristically corny as it was, the very smell of her hair set his teeth on edge, and made his pants uncontrollably tighten in anticipation of something that would never come.
"It's not rocket science Mr. Lahey. If you had read the instructions on the board, you would see that this is simply an ice breaker to help start anew for this semester. Perhaps you need me to explain it in more similar terms?"
Isaac's head snapped up. His concentration to other areas (cough cough ) had made him lose focus on what was right in front of him. Instead of answering, he gave his teacher a smirk before tossing his pencil on the desk, and lockiing his hands together in front of him. He slowly continued his palms up until he was able to give his audience a satisfying pop as his vertebrae coupled together. Isaac could actually feel the blood darkening many a girls cheeks, as this simple action showed off his alluring front just the slightest, as his shirt pulled up with his arms.
It was no secret to any girl at Beacon Hills how much Isaac Lahey had renewed. Simply his walk, (or swagger as some more boisterous students called it,) had reformed so considerably; he was nearly unidentifiable to some of his peers. His newfound bluster was a topic that was widely discussed with as many boys as girls in the school. Envy was a common sentiment in the halls, as he strolled down it with a blank face, apparently unbeknownst to him as many jealous hands turned their own women away from him. From his thin cotton t shirts and gently hugging pants, Isaac was, in a sense, "hot". And after the first periods of the day, Isaac sensed this and decided trying to cloak his new enhancements wasn't going to work.
Derek cautioned him to try and play it off as some puberty spurt during his little 'break' as an alleged killer. Never suspecting the actual intensity of his compelling, he tried to act as inconspicuous as possible when he first entered school that day. Isaac expected freighted whispers behind his back, hateful glares, and the suspicious biting looks that follow peculiar circumstances such as his. Maybe even pity from some of the more sympathetic students. after all, his father was dead. He assumed if he acted indifferent from the very start, the whole issue would dissipate and eventually become as old a topic as Lydia's midnight wanderings not too far in the past. She had played it off as if nothing had happened, and while people were still wary of her, her general attitude never faltered in its strength. While he had never been as popular as her,( or very fond in the first place) he figured people would treat him with the same sort of cautious respect she held. He'd never be able to shake it, but at least he would have the chance to try and forget it, and move on with his new life. With any luck, he expected things would go back to how they were before. He was never here nor there with his peers, as he had come to accept over the years. Nobody ignored him, but nobody said hello to him in the halls either. Isaac figured being a reproached killer, who associated with other accused killers, would damage his reputation.
Surprising to him, his liabilities didn't falter any advances towards him, as he slowly instigated himself back into the social playing field that was Beacon Hills High School. The first day he returned to the train car, he laughingly recalled the girls at school, practically falling over themselves to stage their claims to him. Leaning into their friends ears, constructing lavish accounts of what they'd like to do to him, all the while Isaac listened to them, laughing at their swift desire for him. Derek listened with an interested patience, as if he already knew what was going to ensue, but he still enjoyed hearing Isaac's newfound appeal firsthand.
"Isaac, I understand this will be… an enjoyable change from what you're used to. These abilities are exhilarating by themselves, but the sudden attention they bring will be almost overwhelming at times," Derek said as he smiled at the fledgling werewolf.
Derek turned away and began unpacking the gear he'd gotten from the store earlier. "I am your alpha, and I know you must follow every command I request of you, so I'm not going to mandate your decisions in this… more personal matter." Derek shrugged at this, and appeared slightly uncomfortable as he played the role of father to Isaac ," But seeing as I'm supposed to guide you through all this," Derek waved his hand impatiently," I do suggest considering how you are going to play this one out. Hopefully this sudden attention won't go to your head, and you won't take advantage of the situation…" Derek looked up meaningfully at this and raised his eyebrows in a smirk with more implication in it than Isaac would have liked. His grin soon dissipated as Erica came up behind Isaac, and startled him by wrapping her arms around lower waist.
"Aw, Derek handing out girl advice to his little protégé, how…cute. Ya know, if you wanted some tips Isaac I'd be happy to teach you. Got any girls in mind yet?" Erica winked at Derek and nipped at Isaac's earlobe as she said this. Without looking back Isaac tore Erica's wrists off him and shoved away from her, his mood damped by her sudden presence.
Before the transformation Erica had been a kind, but a very timid and self-conscious girl. Even in the situation Isaac was in, he often found himself turning away from her, as if her foreboding would somehow detach itself, and fasten onto him. Now, she embraced the change even more than he, or Boyd did. She relished any chance to flaunt her newfound sexuality, and was excited at any prospect of violence. Derek warned us all before the mutating us, that these would become constants in our life, even after we were hardened by as many years of experience as he was. He advised us to pick up exactly how to interact with those around us. Those who couldn't understand that that animalistic prowl would always orbit us, no matter what we did.
Even Isaac had to admit, the power to get what he wanted was addicting in all the wrong ways. While the strength and speed were refreshing, they didn't get him what he wanted. Everyone at school was either too intimidated by him, or too entranced for him to strike up a casual conversation with. This made his newfound powers useless in any sense he'd actually need them to be in his current situation. It was an endless paradox he went over in his head anytime he could. He went over it repeatedly, trying to find a solution to something so trivial to a werewolf, it almost made him laugh sometimes. If he were more approachable, like before, he could just go up and ask someone about her. Anyone really, she was widely known, even though just recently transferred from out of town. But as it was, any student he went up to was more likely to ask him what happened over his stint as a wanted man…what caused his sudden transformation. Never asking him the questions he desperately wanted them, or anyone to ask. Things he couldn't talk to his pack about. Things that had been clawing their way through him since day one…feelings that wouldn't go away, that felt like they were permanent.
There were too many words that he wanted to explain it with. Too many answers he could give without showing the whole extent of his affections. That's why he needed someone to ask him that one question that even he couldn't wiggle out of. The question that demanded him to use only the most straightforward answer, yes or no:
Are you in love with Valentine Burton?
This is my first fanfic, obviously. I have no idea what I'm doing. So I apologize for anyone who was disappointed at the end of this. I felt this word virus consuming my brain as I was watching season 2, and I just kind or laid it out for the world. More often than not, I seem to pick the most 'unloved' characters in the fanfic community, which really kinda bummed me out because I enjoy reading these before I go to bed every night,( gives me good dreams). I didn't even realize what I was doing up until a week ago, when I thought about the different stories that could be accompanying with this one (really hot) character…I've never done this, so I'd appreciate some feedback. I'm not crazy I swear, I just read a lot and am really stoked for season 3.
Hate it, love it, encouragement, discouragement. Whatever you can give me, I would be sincerely grateful.