Hey, everyone! Sorry it's been a while since I updated this. This has been a super busy month for me, but I'm back! Sorry for any grammar or spelling errors! Enjoy chapter 2!

Beams of sunlight shone through the window and hit Delilah's face. Wincing, she pushed herself up so she was sitting in bed. Her back was still sore from the previous night's events, but she tried not to think about them as she got up. Like a zombie, Delilah rubbed her eyes to get the sleepiness out of them and walked into her bathroom. As soon as she turned on the light, she cringed at the sight in the mirror.

Lack of sleep was evident in her eyes. Dark circles contrasted with her fair but slightly paled skin. The usual sparkle in her emerald orbs had vanished, making Delilah appear almost lifeless. She looked sickly, almost like the walking dead. If someone from school saw Delilah this way, they almost wouldn't recognize her. She was sick of looking at herself in this depressing state so she went to work. Delilah pulled her wavy dark hair back into a messy up-do and splashed her face with some cold water.

When Delilah looked back up in the mirror, she noticed that the water had taken effect and livened her up a bit. She patted her face dry with a towel and tossed it on the sink. Then she opened her makeup bag and took out her foundation, mascara, and eyeliner. By the time Delilah had applied all of her makeup, she looked like the same optimistic girl that everyone at Beacon Hills High knew.

She walked back into her room and pulled her sleepwear off of her, leaving her in her pink undergarments. After searching for five minutes in her closet for something to wear, she pulled out a coral cardigan, white floral top, light wash skinny jeans, and coral Toms. Being careful of not irritating her back, Delilah put on her clothes slowly and then slipped on her gold butterfly necklace and bracelets. She reached behind her head and pulled out the hair band that was holding her hair back.

Delilah peeked over at Isaac's house as she fluffed up her hair. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't like Isaac was doing anything extraordinary- he was just rubbing his eyes, running a hand through his hair, or searching through his drawers for something to wear. Still, the simplicity of his movements captivated Delilah. The way Isaac's lips parted, his hair was ruffled, and eyebrows furrowed completely took her breath away. Delilah had a strong feeling that Isaac was someone who didn't even know how attractive he was, if he even knew at all. That just made her like him even more.

7:25. Time to leave for school. Delilah didn't have guard practice after school so she just took her book bag with her. As Delilah left her room, she looked around and listened closely to see if her step-father Lawrence was home. No snoring, no deep voice booming. Relief washed over Delilah as she went downstairs. She reached the living room and frowned when she saw her mother Gloria sleeping on the couch, knocked out like a light. Empty wine glasses littered the coffee table along with the wine bottle. With a sigh, Delilah tapped on Gloria's shoulder.

"Mom," Delilah said softly, "it's time to wake up."

Gloria slowly opened her eyes and stirred a bit on the couch. Her head began to pound as she sat up and she winced. She pressed her fingertips to her temples and rubbed in circular motions to get rid of her migraine.

"Ugh, what time is it?" Gloria groaned.

"7:27," Delilah answered. The brunette walked to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of aspirin out of the medicine cabinet. After taking out a couple of pills, she shut the cabinet and went back to Gloria. She handed her mother the pills. "Here."

"Thanks." Gloria dry-swallowed the pills. "Where's Lawrence?"

"He already left for work, I guess. And you're supposed to be at work soon too so you should be getting ready."

"Help me up, please?" The mother limply held out her hand to her daughter.

Delilah nodded and pulled Gloria up from the couch. As soon as Gloria was standing, she stumbled and she would've fallen if Delilah wasn't there to help steady her.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Delilah asked, concern lacing her voice.

"Yeah," Gloria nodded, "This isn't my first rodeo. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. You should get to school though. You don't wanna be late."

Reluctantly, Delilah nodded her head and slowly let go of her mother. She picked up her bag and walked to the front door. "Bye, Mom. Be careful." Not waiting for a response, Delilah walked out of the house, shutting the door behind her.

Delilah climbed into her bug and plugged the blue cord that connected to her stereo into her phone. She put her music on shuffle and smiled to herself as Adam Levine's voice played into her ears. Not being able to help herself, she hummed along and drove to school. Parking wasn't as hectic as it was the day before so Delilah found a decent spot towards the front of the school. After she parked, she got out of her car, locked the doors shut behind her, and walked towards the school.

She headed straight for her locker as soon as she stepped inside the school. Immediately, her eyes searched for Isaac and a slight frown appeared when she didn't see him at his locker. But then that frown quickly switched into a grin as she remembered the event from the day before. Delilah couldn't have been happier and also a little bit shocked that she was actually going out with him later that evening. Regardless of whether Isaac considered it as a date or not, it gave her a chance to learn more about the mysterious blond. Still smiling to herself, Delilah opened her locker and pulled out her history book and her binder. Then everything that she was holding suddenly slipped from her arms and fell with a smack onto the floor. Papers spilled out of Delilah's binder, creating a bigger mess.

"Great," she murmured to herself, "Just what I needed." Bending down to the floor, Delilah began picking up her stuff, which was a little bit tricky when the papers seemed like they were glued down. Then she noticed another hand helping her out. She looked up and saw Isaac staring back at her. Well that was embarrassing. "Isaac. Hey."

"Hey," the blond smiled back, "So I guess you weren't kidding about being clumsy, huh?"

If Delilah wasn't blushing before, she could definitely feel her cheeks heating up at this point. "Yeah. You'd think that since I'm in guard and dance that I would be more graceful. It's pretty lame, isn't it?"

Isaac chuckled. "I don't mind. It gives me an excuse to talk to you." His eyes grew wide. "I mean… I, uh… I just thought that-"

But Delilah just giggled, putting Isaac at ease. "It's okay. If my awkward habits are the reason for us talking, then I wouldn't mind dropping things on a daily basis."

Was Delilah flirting with Isaac? That was definitely a first for him. No girl has even come close to talk to him before, let alone flirt. Coming from Delilah, it was very surprising. But Isaac liked it. A lot.

"Are we still on for tonight?" Delilah asked him with hopeful yet worried eyes, afraid that he would end up turning her down. He doubts immediately faded when he smiled at her.

"Of course. I actually have an idea of where we could go." Then Isaac started to feel awkward and cleared his throat. "You know, only if that's okay with you." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Could he be any more gorgeous? Delilah smiled up at Isaac, which never failed to make his heart skip a couple of beats. "That's totally fine with me. It actually saves me time from stressing over on what to do." They both chuckled.

The two teens continued to gaze at each other before it came to their senses that they were still kneeling on the floor. All of the papers and notebooks that had fallen were now in their hands. Delilah and Isaac were both uncontrollably blushing.

"Um, we should probably get up now," Isaac suggested.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Delilah giggled.

Clutching the papers and notebooks, they stood up. But as soon as Delilah straightened up, a sharp and excruciating pain shot up her spine. Everything in Delilah's arms fell down once again as she placed one hand on her lower back and grabbed Isaac's bicep with the other. Isaac's blue eyes widened as Delilah cried out.

"Delilah, are you okay? What's wrong?"

Said girl waited a few moments so she could take a few deeps breaths before the pain dulled down. When she looked up at Isaac, he had the same concerned look in his eyes. "It's fine," she told him, "I just… pulled something in my back during practice yesterday and it's still kind of sore. I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" Isaac asked, "Because based on your reaction, that seemed like it hurt a lot. Maybe I should take you to the nurse's office and have them check it out."

Although Delilah was aching badly, her heart melted at how Isaac was truly concerned about her health. That just made feel even guiltier for lying to him.

"Isaac," she said, getting him to stop rambling, "It's no big deal. Trust me, this isn't the first time this has happened to me. I can just walk it off like I usually do."

Even though Isaac should have just let it go, he just couldn't ignore this itch to help Delilah and make sure that she didn't strain herself again. Crouching back down onto the floor, he picked up everything that Delilah had just dropped.

"At least let me carry your books to class," Isaac compromised. Delilah was about to refuse but Isaac put his hand up before she could say anything. "It's the least I can do. I don't want all of this weight to hurt your back even more. And I'm not taking no for an answer."

Even though Delilah rolled her eyes at Isaac's protectiveness, she couldn't hide the smile on her face. Silently agreeing to let Isaac hold her stuff, they walked side-by-side to her first period class. The whole time they didn't say anything to each other. But they didn't mind at all. They just enjoyed each other's company. Occasionally the teens would catch each other's glances, causing them both to smile and blush.

When they reach Delilah's history class, the brunette took the books out of Isaac's hands, being careful to not put too much pressure on her back. The boy looked down at the beauty in worry for what seemed to be about the hundredth time that day.

"Now are you sure you don't want me to take you to the nurse's office?" Isaac asked her once again.

"Yes, I'm sure," Delilah giggled, "I don't need them fussing over me. I can handle a little soreness."

One of Isaac's eyebrows rose skeptically, but he had a playful smirk on his face. "Okay. If you're sure…"

She giggled again. That was a sound that Isaac could listen to all day. "Yes, I'm positive. Now as much as I enjoy our conversations, the last thing I want is for you to be late to class and get into trouble."

Isaac chuckled. "Alright then. So about tonight… did you wanna meet up in front of your house? Maybe at 7:30?"

Delilah nodded. "Sounds good. See you then?"

"Yeah… yeah, definitely." Isaac continued to gaze down at her until he remembered that he had to get to class. "I should go now so… yeah… see you tonight." He began to walk away.

"See you tonight, Isaac," Delilah called after him, "And thank you!"

Isaac turned back around so he was now walking backwards. "Anytime!" Since he was facing Delilah, he didn't see Annie walking and he accidentally bumped into her. "Oh! Sorry."

"It's okay," Annie assured him as she continued to walk towards Delilah. The blonde girl waited until Isaac was out of sight before turning to her best friend. "What was that all about?"

Delilah blushed. "My back was feeling sore from practice yesterday so he offered to carry some of my stuff to class for me. Wasn't that sweet of him?"

Annie glanced back down at the hallway. "That's a little random."

"Not really. He lives right next door to me and he's my lab partner in chemistry. It was only a matter of time that we actually started talking to each other." Delilah led the duo into their history class and placed her books on her desk with a smile on her face. "He's actually taking me somewhere tonight after the scrimmage game. I think it'll be a nice little surprise, don't you think?"

"Huh," the blonde leaned against her desk with her arms crossed unimpressively, "Interesting."

Right away Delilah noticed the drop in her best friend's tone. Something was wrong, she could tell. With a sigh, she turned back around to Annie and placed her hands on her hips.

"Alright, what's the problem?" she asked, "Why are you being so weird?"

"I'm not! It's just…" Annie paused as she tried to find the right words to say. Which was a lot harder than she thought. She grimaced as she played with a strand of platinum blonde hair. "Out of all guys? Really? Lahey?"

One of Delilah's eyebrows rose. "What's wrong with Isaac?"

"Do you not hear what people say about him? He's a gravedigger, D! That alone sets off a weird vibe. The fact that he doesn't have any friends and is so damn quiet doesn't help either. Plus, have you ever met his dad? That guy is creepy as hell! And you know what they say: the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

This attitude coming from Annie was starting to get on Delilah's nerves a little. "Isaac's not like that, Annie. You don't even know him."

"And you don't either!"

"Which is why we're going out tonight. So we can get to know each other more." The brunette sighed as she pushed her hair back. "Look, I like Isaac. He's a really sweet guy who looks like he needs someone to be there for him, and I wanna be that person. And it'd be nice if I could get some support from my best friend."

As Annie opened her mouth to reply, their history teacher walked in and instructed everyone to sit down in their seats and that the lesson was about to start. The blonde pull her history book out of her bag.

"I'm just trying to look out for you, D," she told her best friend, "I don't wanna see you get hurt."

Delilah stayed standing at her desk. Of course she valued Annie's opinions, probably more than anyone else's. After all, they had been best friends since the fifth grade. But like all best friends, they had their disagreements. And unfortunately, this time it was involving a guy that Delilah had feelings for. She already knew what kind of reputation Isaac had and it wasn't a good one. Frankly, she could care less. From what Delilah had gathered from him was that he was a nice and caring guy with a big heart. He did help when she accidently strained her back and she couldn't have been any more grateful for that. Delilah trusted Isaac. She knew that he would never hurt her. If only others could see that too…

"Miss Lambert?" her teacher Mr. Roscoe said to her, "Please take your seat and get your history book out."

Delilah did as she was told but her mind was somewhere else. As Mr. Roscoe started his lesson, the beauty smiled softly as thoughts of Isaac Lahey filled her mind.

Nerves wracked Isaac's entire body as he searched through his dresser shirtless. He was supposed to meet Delilah at her house in twenty minutes and he was freaking out. It felt like that he had no shirts whatsoever, making getting ready for his date feel like a nightmare. There were just so many t-shirts in his dresser. None of them suitable enough for a date. Finally, he came across a light grey V-neck, and he sighed in relief. It wasn't the nicest shirt, but it'll work. As Isaac pulled the shirt over his head, someone knocked on the door. He didn't even get a chance to respond when his dad opened the door.

"What the hell are you getting ready for?" Dave snapped at his son.

Shit! It probably would've been smart for Isaac to ask his dad if he could go out tonight first. Oh well. Better late than never.

"I-I uh… well, you s-see… I actually have-"

"Spit it out, boy!" Dave demanded, "I don't have all damn night!"

Isaac flinched at his dad's harsh tone. After taking a deep breath, he said, "I have a d-date tonight. With Delilah Lambert. I-if that's okay with you…"

"The girl next door?" When Isaac nodded his head, Dave snorted. "Why would a cute girl like her wanna be around someone as worthless as you?"

Obviously the words stung, but it was nothing Isaac wasn't used to. "So, w-would it be okay that I went?"

Dave just continued to scowl at the boy. It was almost suspenseful, like a horror film. Isaac braced himself, preparing for his dad to strike at him. Or worse- say that he couldn't go out with Delilah.

"Fine." Well that took Isaac completely off guard. "But your ass better be home by eleven. Don't be late or you'll regret going out at all. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." Dave left Isaac's room, leaving the blond boy to finish getting ready.

For the most part, Isaac was ready to go. He patted down his jeans to double check that his phone and wallet were in his pockets. All good. Before he left, he walked into his bathroom and spritzed a bit of cologne on his neck. He made sure it was a scent that wasn't overpowering- the last thing Isaac wanted was for Delilah to cough from the smell whenever she would get too close to him. After he put the bottle down, he looked at himself in the mirror. Isaac actually looked decent to be seen in public with. The black eye he received a few days ago had finally cleared up and all of his other cuts and bruises were hidden underneath his clothes. It was a relief, too. He didn't want Delilah to wonder and fuss over his scars and marks. Just like he had done the same about the brunette's back, which he was still curious about. But he pushed those thoughts away as he ran a hand through his sandy curls and took a deep breath.

"Just relax, Isaac," he instructed himself, "Delilah asked you out for a reason. Have fun. This is you're night. You can do this." With that, he turned off all of his lights and exited out of his house, mentally preparing himself for a night with the girl of his dreams.

Isaac's hands were shaking as if he were living in Antarctica. His nerves were getting the best of him and he felt like he was going to be sick. 'Snap out of it, Lahey!" he scolded himself mentally, 'Delilah doesn't want to date a nervous wreck!' Before he knew it, Isaac was standing on Delilah's doorstep. Oh, god. He could feel his hands sweating. But he quickly regained his composure, curled his hand into a fist, and knocked three times on the door. About ten seconds later, the door opened, but instead of Delilah, a tall and lanky but still muscular man with black hair with greying edges and dark brown- almost black- eyes stared Isaac down. Holy shit. As if Isaac's nerves couldn't get any worse.

"Who are you?" the man asked, voice deep as can be. Isaac contained himself from cringing or stepping back. This guy reeked of marijuana!

"I-I'm Isaac Lahey, sir," he answered shakily, holding his hand out to the man. Even though he scared Isaac, the boy still knew better to use his manners.

But the man just continued to glare at him. "You're Dave's boy, aren't you? Yeah, I remember Delilah saying something to her mom about you. Something about you two going out tonight?"

"Uh, yes, sir," Isaac said with a bit more confidence.

"You can cut the 'sir' crap, Isaac," the man sneered with a tad of humor. Or at least Isaac hoped so. "Look, I don't want you to try to pull any sort of funny business with Delilah tonight. She's a very… special girl. You don't wanna do anything stupid with her. If you do, I will find out. Are we clear?"

Isaac didn't miss the mischievous gleam in the man's eyes. Also the way that he grinned at him chilled Isaac to the bone. There was something wrong with this man. But he couldn't put his finger on it. Who the hell was he, anyway?"

"Yes, sir- uh, I-I mean, uh, Mr….-"

"Lawrence!" Much to Isaac's relief, Delilah stood beside the man, "I can handle it from here." When she finally saw Isaac, her face lit up with the lovely smile that he was looking forward to the whole day. "Hi! Are you ready to go?"

Of course, Isaac returned the smile. "Yeah, definitely." Delilah adjusted her peach cardigan that went over her denim dress, grabbed her purse, and followed Isaac off the porch.

"I'll see you later, Delilah," Lawrence called after her, "And Isaac, don't forget what I told you." Then he shut the door.

Shaking all horrifying thoughts out of his head, Isaac looked down at his date, who walked beside him to her car. How was it that Delilah managed to take his breath away all the time?

"You look really pretty, Delilah," he told her, causing her to blush.

"Why, thank you. You look very handsome yourself." Now it was his turn to blush.

When the pair reached Delilah's car, the girl pulled her keys out of her purse and tossed them to Isaac. As he inspected the keys that were now in his hands, his eyebrows rose to his forehead. He looked back up at Delilah for some clarification.

"You said that you had somewhere you wanted to take me in mind, right?" Isaac nodded his head. "Well since you know where it is and I don't, I thought that maybe you should be the one driving."

Blue eyes widened. "You trust me to drive your car?"

"Do you have your permit or license?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Then there shouldn't be a problem," Delilah reassured him, "And don't worry. I wouldn't have asked you to drive my car if I didn't trust you."

The corner of Isaac's mouth crept up into a smile, which made Delilah do the same. Gripping onto the keys, Isaac opened the door and climbed in. He waited until both he and Delilah were both buckled in before starting the car and driving off. It only took seventeen minutes for Isaac to drive from Delilah's house to a small diner called Jane's Spot with ease.

After pulling into the parking lot and parking the silver bug, Isaac nervously turned to Delilah, who was gazing at the diner with curiosity since she had never heard of the place before. "I know that this isn't the fanciest place that you've ever been to so I'm apologizing right now if you don't like it here."

"No," Delilah said as she shook her head, "I like this." She turned to Isaac and took his hand in his. "This is perfect."

That was all Isaac needed to hear before sighing in relief. They both got out of Delilah's car and made their way to the diner. With a sudden burst of confidence, Isaac reached for Delilah's hand and laced his fingers with hers. Instead of pulling away like Isaac feared for, Delilah smiled and blushed as she held his hand tighter, making the boy feel like he was walking on air. He led her into the diner and a bell dinged when he opened the door. There were only a few people in the place, but Delilah actually liked it. she respected the simplicity. Causal and comfy. Exactly what she liked.

"Well, look who it is!" Both teenagers turned around at the cook who waved at Isaac from the kitchen. "Isaac Lahey! How've you been? It's been a while!"

"Hey, Louie," Isaac smiled, "I've been doing alright, thanks. Jane's here tonight, right?"

"As always," Louie chuckled, "Sit down and I'll go tell her that you're here."

Nodding in thanks, Isaac led Delilah to a booth in the corner of the diner. Once he let go of her soft hand, he ached to just reach out across the table and hold it again. But Isaac did his best to not overwhelm his date. The funny thing about it was that Delilah was longing to take Isaac's hand into hers also.

Isaac pulled out two menus from the holder on the table and handed one to Delilah. They began to search for something that sounded good to eat and clearly, Delilah was having a harder time finding something than he did. He looked up to ask her what she was going to get when he noticed her biting her bottom lip nervously.

"Is everything okay?" Isaac asked her.

Delilah looked up at him. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that I'm not really sure what I should be eating right now since it's guard season and we're supposed to be fitted for our dance-wear and costumes."

This confused the boy. "What do you mean when you say 'should'? Are you not allowed to…" He trailed off when he saw Delilah looking down at her hands that were playing with the hem of her shirt. If Isaac didn't know any better, he could've sworn that Delilah was ashamed of something. Then it dawned on Isaac and he let out a sad sigh. "Please don't tell me that you think you're fat."

Now it was Delilah's turn to sigh. "My dance teacher and guard instructor think that I could drop a few pounds. And, well, I can't really argue with them."

To say that this statement didn't break Isaac's heart would just be a lie. It was true that Delilah wasn't skinny, but she was in no way near fat. She had curves, but they were nicely filled out. Isaac also couldn't deny that Delilah had a big but not overly so bust and a round rear. But she was not fat to Isaac. She was everything he wanted.

Isaac reached over and placed his hand on top of his date's. "If it makes any difference to you, I think you're perfect just the way you are."

Her heart completely melted. Based by the sincere look in his ocean blue eyes, Delilah knew that he meant it. "That does mean a lot to me, Isaac. Thank you."

"Isaac Lahey?" Both teens looked up at a small woman in an apron who seemed to be in her fifties. Her face broke out into a wide grin as she looked at Isaac. "My, it's been so long since I last saw you!"

"Hi, Jane," Isaac smiled, "It's good to see you."

"Likewise." Jane finally noticed Delilah and her smile grew, which Delilah thought was impossible. "Who's your cute friend, Isaac?"

With a blush and shy smile, Isaac answered, "Jane, this is my… date, Delilah. Delilah, this is Jane." He watched the women shake hands.

"It's nice to meet you ma'am," Delilah said.

"Oh, sweetheart, there's no need for formalities here. You can call me Jane." The woman took out her pen and notepad. "So what would you kids like to eat?"

Isaac turned to Delilah and gestured for her to order first. "You go ahead," the brunette told him, "I'm still not sure what I want yet."

"Do you want your usual, son?"

"Yes, please," Isaac answered with a smile that had Delilah addicted.

When Jane looked over at Delilah when it was her turn to order, the beauty smiled and said, "I'll have whatever Isaac is having."

"Alright." The waitress wrote down the teenagers' orders and took their menus. "Your food should be ready soon. I'll be right back."

Both Isaac and Delilah thanked Jane as she left their booth to take care of other customers. As they waited for their food, they continued to make small talk, but on lighter subjects. Delilah was telling Isaac about some of her dance experiences, which he was genuinely interested in. He didn't mind that she was doing most of the talking. In fact, he loved getting to know about her and how excited she got over dancing. Plus, it's not like Isaac had an interesting life. At least a life that he could actually talk to her about.

As the two laughed at Delilah's story about her falling during one of her tap dances but ended up pulling it off perfectly, Jane came back with their food. She sat down two bacon cheeseburgers with French fries and two chocolate milkshakes. It was enough to make Delilah's mouth water.

"Here you go, kids," Jane smiled, "Enjoy."

"Thank you, Jane," Isaac smiled back. He looked back at Delilah when Jane walked away and laughed when he saw how wide her eyes got. "You look like you've never seen food before."

Delilah blushed. "I can't even remember the last time I had a burger. Also I've never had a milkshake before."

Now Isaac's eyes grew wide at Delilah's confession. "You've never had a milkshake? That's like the all-American drink!"

"My mom never let me drink them when I was a kid," Delilah said, "She always thought that it would make me hyper."

Isaac smirked. "Then I'm really glad I brought you here. Jane makes the best milkshakes ever." He nodded his head towards her drink. "Go ahead and try it. No one's stopping you."

Hesitantly, Delilah picked up her glass and placed the end of the straw in between her lips. She took a long drink and moaned in delight.

"Oh my god!" she said, "That's actually really good!"

"Isn't it?" Isaac beamed, "Now try this: dip a fry in your shake then eat it." Delilah raised an eyebrow. "I know it sounds weird but it's actually really good. Just try it."

Delilah did as she was told, slightly nervous about whether it would taste good or not. She was actually pleasantly surprised. She nodded her head in approval as she chewed. "Oh wow. Not bad, Lahey. You certainly know how to surprise a girl."

"Believe me, no one is as surprised as I am."

"Well, I commend you either way," Delilah smiled as she bit into her burger, which also tasted like heaven. Pretty much everything in front of her was amazing compared what her mom, friends, and instructors made her eat. "So Isaac, tell me more about yourself. I feel like I've been doing all the talking."

"Oh, I'm nowhere as interesting as you," Isaac told her.

"I highly doubt it," Delilah said, "Aren't you in lacrosse?"

"Yeah. I am. How'd you know that?"

"Well I'm not antisocial. I've been to lacrosse games before. I'm actually gonna cheer you on in the stands at the game later next week."

"Cheering me on? That'll be a waste of your time."

"And why's that?"

"It's very rare for me to play on the field," he confessed shamefully, "I'm just a benchwarmer. My own dad doesn't even go to my games. You don't wanna be seen supporting me."

His lack of confidence broke Delilah's heart. He really didn't have anyone there for him, but she was going to change that. With a small smile, she gripped onto her date's hand once again. "Well, benchwarmer or not, everyone's gotta have a number one fan, so why shouldn't I be yours? You'll see. I'll be sitting in the stands with a big number 14 on my shirt." All of a sudden her emerald eyes grew wide. Isaac never told her what his jersey number was. She groaned as she covered her flustered face with her hands. "Oh god, that couldn't have sound any creepier!"

Isaac couldn't help but admire how cute Delilah was when she was shy. And the fact that she knew his jersey number meant a lot to him, even if it wouldn't seem like a big deal to anyone else.

"Don't worry I don't find it creepy at all," Isaac admitted, "You're actually really cute when you get embarrassed." Of course that just made Delilah blush even more.

"Stop laughing!" she told him, "You're making me nervous!"

"I make you nervous?" Isaac asked sincerely, "Out of anyone in the world, I make the Delilah Lambert nervous?"

"You make me sound like I'm some celebrity or something. I'm just a normal human being. And yes, you make me nervous."

"Really?" Now Isaac was curious. "Why?"

Delilah ran a hand through her wavy brown locks. "Well, in case you haven't noticed… I like you. A lot."

This had to be a dream. There was no way that Delilah felt the same way about Isaac as he did for her. But when he took a real good look at her, he knew that she was being serious. And Isaac couldn't be any happier.

"Why me?"

Delilah shrugged her shoulders. "Why not? You're not like anyone else in Beacon Hills, as cliché as that may sound. You don't get involved in all of the typical high school drama. You're not afraid to be your own person. That's very admirable."

Isaac squeezed the brunette's hand tighter. "You really are incredible, Delilah. And in case you haven't noticed-" he rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb, "I like you a lot, too."

The beauty was feeling so giddy that she could kiss him. As much as she wanted to, Delilah didn't think it would be appropriate to do so in the middle of a public place. So all she did was continue to hold Isaac's hand as they both ate their dinner. When they were finished, Jane came by with the check, which led into the typical argument of who was going to be paying the check.

"Are we really doing this?" Delilah said as she raised an eyebrow and held one end of the check.

"Looks like it," Isaac smirked, "Come on, I'm the guy here. The guy always pays on the first date."

"Don't you think that's a little sexist?"

"No, I think that's being chivalrous. Please, just let me pay for it. If you're going to be there for me at my game, at least let me do this one favor for you."

Delilah sighed as she looked at Isaac. "You're not gonna let go, aren't you?" When he shook his head, she let out a huff of air. "Fine," she said in fake annoyance. But she couldn't contain her giggles as Isaac let out a triumphant laugh.

After Isaac paid for their dinner, he took Delilah's hand and together they walked outside to her car. Delilah tossed her keys back to Isaac. With no questions asked, he climbed into the driver's seat as she sat in the passenger's seat. Isaac drove back home with one hand on the wheel and the other holding Delilah's hand. They would occasionally steal glances at each other and smile, still on cloud nine from their date, hopefully the first of many.

They finally reached their street and Isaac parked next to the curb. They had to let go of each other's hands to unbuckle their seat-belts and get out of the car but as soon as they stepped outside, Isaac met up with Delilah and held her hand again. Delilah giggled and swung their arms back and forth as they walked up on her porch. She turned around and looked up at him. Compared to 5'2" frame, Isaac was like a giant, but that was one of the many things she liked about him.

"I had a really good time with you tonight, Isaac," she said, "I really needed it."

"You and me both," Isaac sighed, "but I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I did, too."

"So I remember you saying that the man always pays on the first date," Delilah said, "Does that mean that there's a second date coming up?"

Isaac shrugged. "It's up to you. How does that sound?"

Delilah pretended to think about it. "Hmm… that sounds amazing to me."

Isaac smiled down at her and looked deep into her bright green eyes. The teenagers were both silent as they gazed at each other. His blue eyes then traveled down to her lips. They looked soft and plush and so damn kissable. Why waste this perfect opportunity? Delilah's heart dropped when Isaac let go of her hand but her heartbeat accelerated when both of his calloused yet warm hands cupped her face.

Then he achieved one of his main goals in life- he kissed his dream girl.

It wasn't too heavy but it was enough to make Delilah swoon. It took her by surprise, but she quickly melted into it. She gripped onto his biceps as the kissed deepened. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his teeth gently tugged on her bottom lip. Well that was definitely a nice little surprise! Delilah was sure that she was Isaac's first kiss- just like he was hers- but she did not expect him to be so good at it!

Finally, much to her disappointment, Isaac broke off the kiss, but he rested his forehead on hers as they both tried to catch their breath.

"Wow," Delilah breathed out.

"You can say that again," Isaac laughed softly.

Delilah giggled as he kissed her button nose. "As much as I wanna do this all night," she whispered, "I should probably go inside before my mom gets all suspicious."

"Yeah, I should get going, too," Isaac whispered back before he kissed her again, "So I'll see you Monday?"

"Definitely." After one more kiss on the lips, Delilah pulled away and opened her door, not taking her eyes off of the boy in front of her. "Good night, Isaac Lahey."

Said boy smiled back. "Good night, Delilah Lambert."

After Delilah stepped inside her house and shut the door behind her, she leaned up against it. A grin crept up on her face as she heard Isaac let out a victory cheer outside. She could picture him pumping his fist up in the air like Emilio Estevez did at the end of 'The Breakfast Club'. Maybe things were finally starting to look up for the both of them.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Some of you guys may think that Isaac and Delilah are moving too fast (I'm just guessing), but keep in mind that they have liked each other for years so I thought it was kind of appropriate. Also you do find out a tad bit more about Delilah's home life here, but you'll definitely find out more in the next chapter. I'm going to take this time to answer a couple of questions some reviewers asked.

Will 'Scars' coincide with 'Awake and Alive' and the DerekxOC story? Yes, they will coincide with each other, but they will most likely during season 2 since that's when Isaac appears more and I start Derek's story. I'm gonna do my best to not totally mess with the show's plots, but I will make my own adjustments so it flows with my stories also.

Will Delilah become friends with Scott, Stiles, and Natalie? Sort of. She will get along with them, but she'll be on the fence about them since she'll be with Isaac. But she and Erica will become closer to each other.

PLEASE review and let me know what you think if you want me to continue to update! Reviews are my motivation. Also, feel free to ask me any questions about any of my Teen Wolf stories and I'll be happy to answer them. If you haven't, please check out my StilesxOC story, 'Awake and Alive'! I hope to update soon! xoxo, Maddie :)