AN
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF.
Isaac leaned against his locker, sighing as he watched Daria put her books into her locker. A tap on his shoulder made him jump slightly, and turn around to face whoever approached him.
"Does someone have a crush?" Erica asked him, a smirk on her cherry red lips.
"I have no clue what you're talking about." Isaac replied, pushing himself off the locker, starting to walk towards his next class. Erica followed after him, a smirk still on her lips.
"Oh, come on. We've all had crushes before, don't be too shy to admit it."
"One, I do not have a crush on her, and two, I'm not shy." Isaac said, looking straight ahead. The blonde only chuckled.
"I know a crush when I see one, Isaac. I used to have a crush on Stiles, remember? And you're acting exactly like I did back then."
"Well, I'm not you. So stop interrogating me." Isaac denied, and walked into the classroom, sitting down in his seat, leaving Erica standing at the door of the classroom, still smirking.
"You're in denial." She said casually, knowing that Isaac could hear her, even though there was a lot of noise in the room. Perks of being a werewolf. Isaac ignored the girl, silently watching out of the corner of his eye as the blonde chuckled again, rolling her eyes and walking off to find her chemistry class.
"Is this seat taken?" Said a female voice, making Isaac's head snap towards the source of the sound, only to find the one he oh so desperately tried to avoid. Daria Lockwood was standing there with a smile, gesturing towards the empty seat in front of him. It took him a second or two to answer since he was too shocked and too busy gazing at the girl in front of him to reply. To others, Daria was just pretty or cute. Not exactly hot or perfect. But okay. To Isaac though, she was beautiful, maybe even more than jus tv that.
"Uh- Hey- Yeah, no, you can sit here!" Isaac stuttered slightly, which surprised him. He thought- hoped, he would have at least a little bit on confidence if he ever decided to talk to Daria. Now, he was just turning into Stiles when he had a huge crush on Lydia. The sarcastic boy probably still did, he just got better at hiding it. Daria chuckled at him, thinking that he was absolutely adorable.
"Thanks." She smiled at him, putting her bag on the back of the chair and sitting down.
Isaac sighed at his stupidity. That was definitely not how he imaged their first actual conversation to be. They have said hi a few times before, but that was it. He picked up a book he had set on the table in front of him and hit his head with it. Repeatedly. Daria suddenly turned around to face him, a smile still on her lips, causing Isaac to quickly lower the book, putting it down on the table.
"Hi, we still have a minute or three before class starts." Daria started to say, almost sounding nervous. "My name is Daria." She held out her hand, waiting for Isaac to shake it, which he did, almost instantly, a starstruck expression on his face.
"Yeah, I know. Crap, I didn't mean to sound creepy or anything, I just-"
"It's fine," Daria laughed, the two no longer shaking hands, "I know your name too. We've been in a few of the same classes for quite a while now, I obviously know your name, and you know mine."
Isaac let out a sigh of relief, smiling brightly at the brunette in front of him, surprised that she had noticed him, which gained him some sort of confidence. "Yeah, of course. It's nice to finally have a proper introduction with you."
"You too." The Lockwood smiled.
"Alright class! Listen up..."
i really love erica and i just had to include her in this!
i hope you guys enjoy this story!