Disclaimer: teen wolf does not belong to me... now I'm back to writing, yayyy (hope you all feel the same haha) I figured it was about time to show you all the side of Isaac that has loved Kayla since he met her when they were kids. Purely because I kinda ship it atm (don't worry it'll always be stiles and Kayla) but I feel the need to write this sooooo I hope you all like and enjoy and don't forget to review :)
Isaac Lahey never stopped loving Kayla Hale.
Believe him, he had tried. Multiple times in fact. Yet everything he seemed to do, failed.
For whatever reason, he couldn't let her go.
He had remembered her fondly from the age of eight, playing with her countless times over that one summer break. He recalled being happy with her, carefree and energised in her presence. His eight year old self was completely taken by the little brown hair girl who would always beat him at, well... everything.
He remembered being sad when she left to go back home and Isaac went back to being lonely and friendless yet again.
The following summer, she returned but he never saw her. His dad was on the drink and he was barely allowed out the house.
Then the following summer, that tragedy happened with the fire and he never saw her again for six years but he found himself thinking about her from time to time, his older self intrigued by the first girl that he had ever crushed on.
He wondered where she was now, what she was up to, what she looked like. Curiosity sparking through him as he found himself opening up his laptop, aged 14, and searching her name on Facebook.
To his amazement, she was easy to find. Her page surprisingly open for all to see. He had clicked through her pictures, hundreds upon hundreds of happy pictures to filter through. Many of them full of other people, she was clearly quite sociable, but he wasn't focused on them - just solely her.
He found her insanely attractive, an immediate attraction causing a faint red tinge to paint his cheeks. Even after all these years, he still felt things for the girl he had only known for one summer, a girl he didn't even really know now.
His cursor hovered over the 'add friend' button, biting his lip as he pondered. Would it seem creepy? A little stalkery? He hadn't seen her in like, what, 6 years? He doubted she would even remember him.
A surge of confidence spiked through him and he found himself clicking on that button, a friend request being sent. Yet as soon as he did it he regretted it, his shy and overthinking side winning out.
It was creepy wasn't it?
Yeah, definitely creepy.
He rushed to cancel the request before she saw it, a sweat breaking out on his forehead as he double checked he did it before slamming the laptop shut and pushing it away from him.
He was being ridiculous... what was the point in thinking about her when he knew he would never see her again? He was being completely and utterly ridiculous. It was an eight year old crush, nothing more.
Yet he did find himself thinking about her from time to time over the next couple of years but tried to put a stop to it.
There was no point... it was void. Never going to happen.
Although, to his complete astonishment, in sophomore year when he was at his loneliest and most low, hating school and hating his home life, lo and behold she walked in during English class.
He was hidden away at the back, forgotten about by basically everyone as he watched her make her way to a seat in front of him, her long chestnut hair flicking over her shoulder as she perched on the seat.
He had found his heart racing, his jaw unlocking as he stared at the back of her head in shock.
There was no way... how? How was this possible?
He had pushed himself up, long legs accidentally kicking out at her own chair legs and causing her seat to move, scraping across the floor.
She had turned to look at him, an inquisitive and curious look etched onto her face and his mouth had gone dry, unable to speak, even to apologise.
She had soon smirked though, as if she knew - somehow - the effect she was having on him and turned back around, and he was sure, deliberately, began fiddling with the strap of her vest top, nimble fingers gliding over her warm smooth skin.
In that moment on... Isaac was whipped.
He shared several classes with her, all of which he was distracted by her mere presence, unable to take his eyes off her. That was probably why his grades took a slight dip, his dad not being best pleased with his lack of academic commitment.
Yet it was worth it just to spend the lesson watching her, observing how she moved so effortlessly, how her face conveyed so many emotions and how, most importantly, she smiled.
He yearned to speak to her, to start up a conversation and exchange words but every time he tried his throat closed up and he just faded away to the background again, left to lust over the girl that didn't even know he existed - didn't even remember him from when they were kids.
He was trying to build up the courage to maybe ask her out, to see if she wanted to go on a date with him, because she he could not stop thinking about her but he left it too late because when he showed up to school one day she was holding hands with Stiles Stilinski, openly showing affection towards him and Isaac had felt a wave of heartbreak hitting him square in the chest, disappointment rushing through his veins.
Of course... because why would she ever go out with him?
But that all changed when he got the bite - when he became a werewolf. He was confident and outgoing, becoming a brand new person as he found himself becoming a part of her life, sharing in the supernatural.
At first he was cocky, over compensating for the years of being treated like an underdog, pretty much being a dick but he soon calmed down, being more like his true authentic self.
And yet, his feelings for her never went away. In fact, they seemed to become stronger the more he got to know her, not just seeing her as on object to gawk at but a spectacular, funny, independent person who was slowly but surely taking his heart.
He wanted her and he was sure he made that clear with his not so obvious flirting, deliberately trying to get under her skin and sometimes it seemed to work, sometimes he thought she got a little hot under the collar for him, but regardless of how she felt she never left Stiles and gave him a chance.
So he was left aching for someone that he knew would never feel the same way as him.
And that was what his life was now... loving someone that never reciprocated his feelings.
Yet now and again he still took the time to watch her, to trace her movements and long for her from afar. Dream of her kissing him, touching him, being with him in every way, shape and form.
His thoughts weren't pure all the time... he imagined being with her, caressing her body, kissing her, touching every inch of her body, being inside her as they shared their bodies with one another.
But she never did that with him. She wasn't ever going to, but it didn't stop his thoughts that ran wild with the possibilities.
He yearned for her, wanted every piece of her but it was futile. He loved what he couldn't have and that was slowly killing him inside.
To her, he was just a friend.
But to him, she was his first love. The one he wanted a chance with.
It was even worse, knowing what her lips felt like, knowing how perfect her body was when it was close to him and how he wasn't going to get a chance to prove that he was worth taking a chance on.
Because she would never leave Stiles, would she?
Stiles was what she needed, not him.
And every day he spent with her, he was left aching for her love and attention, yearning for her touch but every day he didn't get what he hoped for.
So he settled on being her friend, because being her friend was better than nothing right?
... Right?
A/N) I had to and I'm not even sorry haha hope you all liked this wee snippet to give you some insight into Issac thoughts and please review, see ya soon :)