A/N:

Hello, My Lovelies, how are you?

I have a few things to say:

1.) This is Scott/Isaac slash (obvi.)

2.) This is AU (no wolves, guys)

3.) I do not own Teen Wolf or its characters (dammit)

4.) This could turn into something longer (if you want)

5.) *sigh* I just-I love them so much.

Scott finds himself alone at the school on a particularly hot Saturday with the goal of becoming first string material in a day. Of course, all dreaming aside, he's really only kidding himself. Not even a year would be enough time, but he tries not to think about that.

Stiles is busy doing something "more important than trivial high school sports" which means he's probably snooping around some crime scene. Scott is kind of pissed that some robbery or assault won out, but he tries not to think about that either.

Really, he just tries to think about how great it'll feel to show Jackson up on the lacrosse field, even though that will never happen.

Ok, he should just ban thinking all together.

If Stiles were there and not sitting in his dad's patrol car, he would make some crack about how Scott shouldn't have to ban something that never happens anyway. To which Scott would most likely reply with "Shut the hell up, Stiles" and then Stiles would chuck a particularly well aimed lacrosse ball and hit him in the shoulder or, if he were feeling particularly vindictive, the balls.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Stiles is not around. Scott sighs and tries to aim the lacrosse ball, only to miss the goal by at least three feet. He picks up another ball and is about to aim again, only to catch sight of someone in the corner of his eye. This someone is tall, kind of lanky, and enough of a surprise to make Scott jump and drop the stick on to his foot. Of course, it kind of hurts, so he yells a little, and the figure yelps out at an apology like a kicked puppy.

Which is when Scott realizes it's just Isaac Lahey come to practice or something.

"Hey, Isaac." Scott speaks through the pain and, admittedly, the tears. Isaac doesn't say anything, but his cheeks turn bright pink and, because he's a truly good person, he looks like he's seriously sorry to have scared Scott. Scott likes that about Isaac, since anyone else who would possibly have come to the lacrosse field on a Saturday would have called him a baby and laughed at his injury.

"You here to practice?" Scott asks, even though Isaac has no net or anything. In fact, he's carrying a book and, if Scott were one to think before he spoke, he probably would have realized that lacrosse isn't everyone's Saturday plans.

Isaac shakes his head and holds up his book, pulling it back towards his side before Scott can get a good look at the title. Of course, Scott isn't really interested in books, but it's totally cool that Isaac is. Stiles always calls Scott a "Wanna Be Nerd" when he brings up reading and how he wishes he read more often, even though Stiles agrees that they both probably should.

"Isn't it a little hot for reading outside?" Scott can feel the sweat pooling in every single possible place on his body, which is uncomfortable and a bit unsanitary. Isaac shrugs and Scott shakes his head, wondering how someone could possibly be so silent. He thinks that, maybe, Isaac has really good facial expressions, and therefore doesn't need to use his words, making him the exact opposite of Stiles.

Isaac, Scott decides, must be the Anti-Stiles.

"Well, have fun, I guess." Scott finishes rather lamely and watches as Isaac nods once, looks around a bit, and plops down on the edge of the lacrosse field. It stuns Scott because, you know, he figured Isaac was just using the field as a short cut. He guesses it makes sense for Isaac to stay, since the grass is soft, but he just thought Isaac would be leaving.

There's a long pause as Scott gathers his wits and Isaac opens his book. The title is just out of sight, which kind of annoys Scott, because now he really wants to know. Still, Isaac is far too absorbed in his book for Scott to interrupt him, so he simply sighs and goes back to aiming for the goal and missing by a mile.

Except, not he's sort of embarrassed when he misses, since Isaac isn't a bad lacrosse player and is most definitely judging him. Ignoring the fact that he's still calmly reading, of course. Scott is fairly certain the reading is just a ploy to lull him into a false sense of security so he'll continue to suck at lacrosse and Isaac can laugh at him later.

For the umpteenth time, Scott wishes Stiles were there, because then he could distract himself or make up something else for him and Stiles to be doing. Or, he could possibly force Stiles into practicing, which would keep him from being too embarrassed.

Scott curses Stiles for picking a crime scene and a long lecture from his dad over bettering their high school careers and drops his stick on the ground. Huffing, he settles on the ground beside all his shitty lacrosse gear and considers other options.

What's something he, Scott McCall, is actually good at?

"Hey Isaac, are you in a book club or something?" Scott once again takes to speaking before thinking and turns to look at Isaac, book now forgotten as the blue eyed boy stares at him. Scott doesn't understand why Isaac looks so confused, since it was a legitimate question, but decides not to let it bother him.

"No." Isaac finally responds and Scott falls backwards, glad the grass is soft enough to keep it from hurting. He wiggles a bit and rolls his head to the side, squinting at Isaac.

"So, what, you read for fun?"

Isaac fidgets a little and looks down. Scott scrambles to sit up, afraid he's hurt Isaac's feelings.

"No, dude, I always tell Stiles we need to read more!" He reassures and Isaac peers up at him, smiling a little bit.

"Why don't you?"

"I don't know. I guess I never know what to read. And books are kind of boring." Scott shrugs and Isaac laughs. It's a nice laugh, not too loud, but still genuine. Scott grins and gets to his feet, skipping towards Isaac and falling to the ground beside the other boy. Isaac looks surprised, but doesn't move away, which Scott takes as a good sign.

"What do you like?" Isaac messes with the corner of his book and Scott peeks at the title, wrinkling his nose.

"Grapes of Wrath? What's that about?"

Isaac shrugs, "The migration of poor farmers during the 30's."

"That sounds…" Scott tries to pull up any word besides "boring" but can't seem to manage. Isaac laughs and nudges Scott with his shoulder. It's a friendly gesture and Scott practically has to do it back. What kind of friend would he be if he didn't retaliate?

"It's pretty interesting, but I guess it's not for you." Isaac smiles and Scott nods happily.

"I guess not. Any other suggestions?"

Isaac bites his lip and considers, "What other books have you read?"

"I used to read Goosebumps in, like, the fifth grade." Scott supplies and Isaac rolls his eyes. The fact that he's still smiling offsets the gesture, though.

"Anything more recent?"

"Well, no." Scott admits and Isaac sighs dramatically.

"Let me think on it." He states while standing up, smiling down at Scott who squints up at him.

"You'll bring me some suggestions tomorrow?" He demands and Isaac nods.

"Meet me back here at noon."

"It's a date."

Scott speaks before he thinks again but the smile on Isaac's face proves that, despite what his mom always says, sometimes it's ok to just say it.