I am back with a new story! Don't worry, I'm still going to be working on my Teen Wolf Saga, but I've had this idea stuck in my head for the past few weeks and I've been dying to get it out. Plus, I think we need more Isaac Lahey love in this fandom.
This takes place about a year and a half after Isaac leaves Beacon Hills, so around season 6B when everyone starts going to college. I rarely see any college fics in the fandom so I wanted to do my take on it, more specifically with Isaac. I mostly just finally want to give this boy the happy ending he deserves. It will mostly be from Isaac's point of view but sometimes it will switch to the love interest Summer's as well. I will let you know when it does.
I hope you all enjoy!
College was something I never really saw working out for me. Given my past with not only an abusive father and constantly having to watch my back for whatever Beacon Hills had to offer, hell, I didn't even think I would live to see high school graduation. Imagine my surprise when I received back a letter from the University of Santa Barbara that didn't start off with the words, "We regret to inform you, dot dot dot." To this day, it still blows my mind that I got accepted. How the hell did I out of all people manage to get that lucky? Acceptance wasn't something I was too familiar with. No, receiving a bite from the real life Grumpy Cat to join his werewolf pack did not count. Neither did joining Scott's.
Receiving the acceptance letter had been the best news I've gotten in a long time. Within the past couple years, if we're going to get specific. After leaving Beacon Hills after defeating an evil Japanese spirit and also the death of… Allison, I realized that the town just wasn't home to me anymore. To be honest, it hadn't been home to me for years prior to that. Not after losing my mother and brother and then facing the wrath of my father. The same went for Chris as well, the loss of his fearless daughter being the final straw.
I don't even remember how we ended up becoming close. Probably just being two lost souls with no family was enough to bond two people. We both decided that we were so tired of this constant fighting for our lives and wanted no part of this hellish world anymore. There was a good chance that we never could escape it, but we might as well try. So we had packed our bags and found ourselves on the next flight to the other side of the world.
France was cool, I guess. It was just as beautiful as you would expect it to be with the scenery and the Eiffel Tower and all. Chris and I had stayed in his family's vacation home that they still had, which almost seemed a little more like a hideout spot if they wanted to lay low from the supernatural. He had enrolled me in the local high school in Bordeaux where I remained up until I graduated. Thank god I had done well in French class back in Beacon Hills because I definitely needed it for my time in France. I was still a little rusty, but I was able to get by. The school I went to did mostly teach in English since there were many other foreign exchange students attending there. We were basically the shiny new toys that everyone wanted to play with. But I didn't make any friends there. Not that I really wanted to anyway.
My dating life was pretty much nonexistent too. Which was fine by me. Allison's death held me back from wanting to pursue any one or even look at girls at my school. It was kind of ridiculous of me to be holding onto a girl that not only was dead, but had always been in love with someone else despite the fact that we were seeing each other. Technically, Allison wasn't even my girlfriend. We just messed around and flirted. That was pretty much it.
Was I even in love with her at the time? I thought I was. Or at least I thought what we had meant something to her. But when I looked back on it, I don't think so. I'm still not sure if I really even know what love means. I never experienced love from my family or anyone else really. That was why it was so easy to leave the town I knew my whole life behind and attempt to make a new beginning for myself. But I did care for Allison quite a bit. More than a bit. And I do think about her a lot.
Maybe one day I'll learn what it was like to fall in love. And then I would understand what Scott was always so gung-ho about the concept. We'll see.
For the most part, France was decent to me, and by decent meaning I hardly had any run-ins with hunters that actually did want to kill me along with any other beasts. There was that one time I had to face off with a couple of vampires though. Let me be the first to tell you that the Twilight movies do nothing to prepare you for those fuckers. But that's not what this is about. While France was nice, it was not my forever home. What is home nowadays?
Deep down, I did miss California. Although I wasn't sure if I was ready to go back to Beacon Hills or if I even really wanted to go back. I had never been to Southern California before, so by the time it was time to start applying to colleges, I decided to apply to a bunch of universities out there. I wasn't expecting to actually get into any of them. Nonetheless, I did feel grateful. Stunned, but grateful. After everything I've been through over the past couple of years, I needed a hint of light shining down on me, filling me up with some sort of hope that I can make a difference in my own life. And I owed it to myself to actually take a shot in the dark and go to college.
Thats what leads me to here- standing in front of the large sign that read University of Santa Barbara with a duffel bag slung over my shoulder.
Classes don't start until Monday, but freshmen orientation was only in a couple of hours. It was a mandatory engagement that no one could get out of. The school also wanted to give everyone a few days to settle into their dorms, make new friends, find their classrooms, yada yada. All that fun stuff.
All around me were a bunch of other first year students. The difference between them and me was that they all had their families with them, helping them get their dorm rooms set up and exchanging tearful goodbyes with the promise that they would see them at Thanksgiving. As for me, well, I had no one. Not even Chris. He did set up an account for me with a boat load of money to get whatever I needed for school and my dorm until I find a job. I guess it somewhat made up for him leaving me in France on my own while he went back to Beacon Hills to search for his sister that resurrected from the dead and turned into a werejaguar. Yeah, I'm still just as confused about it as you are.
"Uh, kid?"
I turned around to see that the taxi driver that brought me here already took the rest of my belongings out of the trunk. He was holding his palm up towards me impatiently.
"Oh, yeah, sorry," I mumbled, digging my wallet out of my pocket. I pulled out a twenty and a ten and placed it in his hand. "Thanks, man."
With a curt nod, the taxi driver went back into his vehicle and drove off like he was in a drag race. Okay, then.
Since I didn't really have a lot to begin with, all of my stuff was shoved in two duffel bags and a suitcase. Also I knew that I wasn't going to have much help getting everything from France to California. I wanted to wait until I got to my dorm and unpack to decide what else I still needed to get. And possibly get a car too. But until then, this will do. I grabbed the other duffel bag and the suitcase and started to make my way towards the boys dorm building.
Did the building really have to be on the other side of the fucking campus? I may not have a lot of stuff and I am physically stronger than ever, but everything was starting to weigh down on my shoulders. Maybe if I just sit down for a few seconds- no, toughen up, Isaac. It's just a few bags. You've handled worse shit than this. Only a few yards away…
From the corner of my eye, I saw a family of three, a girl with I'm assuming her mother and father, walking with more stuff in their hands than I did. Large smiles were plastered on their faces as they talked, also something I did not have. But when the girl bursted into laughter at something her father said, something small fell off of the top of the cardboard box she was holding. She didn't seem to notice this and kept walking with her parents.
My mind battled itself on whether to help her out or not. Usually, I would have just minded my own business and walked away. Should I be that asshole? I sighed. No, I should pick it up and be helpful for once. After I set my stuff down on a nearby bench, I jogged over to the item, which happened to be a University of Santa Barbara lanyard with probably her student ID attached. I scooped it up and followed after the girl.
As soon as she was within reach, I tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, miss?"
Oh… wow.
Nothing could have prepared me for when she turned around. I've never been rendered speechless by much before, let alone a girl. But this one… again, wow. Like me, she had blonde hair and blue eyes. However, all of those were much more striking than mine. Her much lighter colored hair flowed down to the middle of her back in waves like she had just spent time at the beach. It would make sense since we were by the ocean, after all. Sapphires could have been mistaken with her eyes, they were so blue and shiny. Her skin was fair but nowhere near pale. In fact, she looked like she was glowing. And when she smiled up at me… god, help me.
There was no such thing as love as first sight, I knew that. Then why the hell did it feel like time was standing still when I looked into her eyes?
Her perfectly done eyebrows rose up after a few moments of silence. Oh crap, I was supposed to say something. I cleared my throat and held the lanyard up towards her.
"You dropped this a few feet back," I said to her hopefully more confidently than I felt.
The girl didn't look at me weird, thank god. She just continued to smile brightly and took the lanyard from me.
"Thank you so much," she sighed in relief. Was that a little southern twang in her voice? Fuck, that's really cute. "I would have been so screwed if I had lost this."
"Well, now, consider yourself unscrewed."
She giggled. "Lucky me."
"Honey!" Both the girl and I turned at the voice. Her mother waved her hand in the air a few feet ahead of us. "Come on! We wanna help you get set up before we have to go."
"Coming!" the girl called back. She looked back at me and held up her lanyard. "Thank you again. Hopefully I'll see ya around again soon."
"I hope so too," I replied. But she was already hurrying back to her parents and most likely didn't even hear me.
Shaking my head, I pinched the bridge of my nose. 'Consider yourself unscrewed'? Seriously, what the hell was wrong with me? Even before the bite, I don't think I've ever said anything so damn awkward like that. She didn't seem to notice, which was just my luck. Or she was just being super nice to my face.
Way to make a first impression on the first day on campus.
I finally got to the dorm building after I picked my stuff back up. As soon I walked inside, my nostrils were hit with the strong stench of Axe body spray and male testosterone. I should have been used to it since I had to suffer the consequences of being a part of the lacrosse team for two years. But apparently not and I was going to have to accustomed to it again. Pushing through the sea of freshmen guys, I found my dorm room. 103.
It wasn't necessarily a large room, but it seemed comfortable enough. There were two beds, one on each side of the room. One of them was already made so I guess my roommate was already here. He was nowhere to be seen though. Oh well. I set my bags down on what was to be my bed as I took in the rest of the room. Two desks, a small kitchen, and a couple dressers completed the area. Again, it wasn't a lot, but guys didn't really need that much to make themselves at home. And I'm sure once I'm unpacked and finally get anything else I need, the room would feel less dead. So this would work for now.
As I begin to make my bed with the sheets I brought with me from France, a guy my age walks in. From first glance, he almost reminded me of Scott- tan skin, dark spiked hair, fit build, and friendly smile. He didn't seem to have that same naivety as the true alpha, however. For now, at least. When he looked at me, he nodded his head upwards.
"You must be my roommate," he beamed. He held out his hand towards me. "I'm Elliot. Elliot Hawke."
"Isaac Lahey," I greeted, giving his hand a firm and polite shake, "It looks like you pretty much got yourself all situated here already."
"Yeah, my parents and I got here at the crack of dawn," Elliot said, rolling his eyes halfheartedly, "They've always been morning people and wanted to beat the crowd. I hope you don't mind me taking the right side of the room. I'm just used to being on that side back at home."
"Nah, it's cool," I assured him, "I don't mind taking up this side." Which was true. I started unpacking my clothes. "So, where are you from?"
"Born and raised in LA," Elliot answered, "You?"
"Beacon Hills." My roommate furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "It's more up north. Then I lived in France for about a year and a half and now… here I am."
Elliot nodded in approval. "Ah, France, nice! What made you wanna come back out here, then?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Just a change in scenery, I guess."
Because what else was I going to tell him? That for the past couple years I've lost the only family I had left, came close to death numerous amounts of times, and lost the one girl who gave me the time of day to an Oni? And now I'm hoping if I just keep running that I'll forget that I was even a werewolf? Yeah, definitely not a good icebreaker if you ask me.
But Elliot seemed to accept that answer. "I get it, man. I've lived in LA for so long now that I was dying to get out of there. Let me tell you though, these girls will go nuts for a guy that knows how to speak French."
"We'll have to see about that," I chuckled, "I've never really been much of a ladies man so I guess it wouldn't be so bad to have a little bit of an advantage going for me."
"Oh, don't you worry about that, dude," Elliot said, patting me on the shoulder, "You're a stud. Girls will be falling at your feet here."
"Uh, thanks?"
Just then, he slung his arm around my shoulders, making me tense slightly even though I knew he was harmless. "You know what I think, Isaac? I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
The corner of my mouth couldn't help but irk up of the thought of someone actually wanting to be my friend. I didn't have many throughout my life. Honestly, I'm not even sure that I would have even considered Scott, Erica, or even Boyd to have been my friends. But that was in the past now. It was time for me to move on and start anew. And maybe making a friend or two would do me some good.
"Yeah. I think so too."
Since he had already done his unpacking earlier this morning, Elliot actually helped me out with my stuff. To tell you the truth, I thought he was going to be one of your typical air-headed athletes (I figured that part out from his UCSB Soccer t-shirt). No, he was surprisingly kinda cool. Funny, too. Elliot even kept asking about my life and seemed genuinely curious to learn more about me. There really wasn't much for me to tell him, or stuff that I was allowed to tell him. I did appreciate his kindness though.
By the time most of my area was finished, it was already about time to head over to the auditorium for freshmen orientation. Elliot and I stuck right by each other on our way to the auditorium and even when we got inside, like we were already the best of friends. Okay, that might have been kind of a stretch. But it was nice to not be a complete loner for once. We grabbed our student handbooks and signed in at the in front of the actual auditorium and then went to go find somewhere to sit. As soon as I stepped in, my heart just about stopped.
There she was, the girl from this morning. Even in a crowded room, she stood out to me like the sun. She was already sat down in the middle and already talking to two other girls, one dark-skinned with braided hair and the other a brunette with olive toned skin. Must be her roommates judging by how comfortable they seemed to be with each other. They were laughing at something, making the beautiful blonde's nose scrunch up adorably and eyes squint. I was suddenly itching to know what it was that made her laugh like that. Just as I was about to listen in on the conversation, Elliot nudged my arm with his elbow.
"You alright, man?" he questioned. He must have caught me staring at the girl with the way his eyebrow was raised.
I just nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." I nodded towards the back of the auditorium before Elliot could say anything else. "I think I see a couple of empty seats back there."
With me taking the lead, Elliot and I quickly found our seats and waited for the rest of the freshmen, which was a lot, to file in. Once it seemed like all of us were packed in like sardines, a well-dressed man appearing to be in his forties stepped up to the podium that was set up on the stage. He tapped on the microphone, creating a loud feedback. Everyone groaned at the noise. Because my hearing was so sensitive from being a werewolf, my hands went straight to my ears and I gritted my teeth. The man chuckled at our reactions.
"Well, that's one way to get everyone's attention," he said smugly. Asshole. "Now that I have them, let me be the first to welcome you all to the University of Santa Barbara, home of the Gauchos."
This caused a huge eruption of hollers and cheers from the entire room with the exception of myself and a few other students. Was college supposed to be this damn loud? At ten o'clock in the morning especially? I refrained from rolling my eyes at the energy of all the caffeine-addicted people as the man raised his hand up to signal everyone to be quiet.
"Allow me to introduce myself," he said once the room became silent, "I am Dean Hartman. I have been involved with the school since nineties, so in other words, as long as you all have been alive." He chuckled to himself again. What a tool. "The faculty and I are absolutely delighted to see all of these bright and fresh faces this morning. So eager to learn, so determined to earn a successful career…"
Jesus, how did no one fall asleep from boredom at assemblies like this? I had to keep my fist against my mouth to prevent myself from yawning at every sentence Dean Hartman spat out. It might have been from the lack of sleep I had gotten on the plane ride over here from France as well. Caffeine suddenly didn't seem like such a bad idea right now.
My ears eventually began to tune the dean's speech out and my eyes drifted off to a much more interesting sight. All I was able to catch was a side profile of her since she was a few rows in front of me. Unlike me, she was much more attentive to what Dean Hartman had to say, even jotting down some notes on her student handbook every once in a while. She shifted that beautiful platinum hair over one shoulder, giving me a perfect view of her face. Yeah, I've had crushes in the past, but there was something about this girl that made me want to take a mental picture of every detail of her face to save for later. She was so out of my league, however I couldn't get over those plush pink lips, flawless skin, her ocean blue eyes staring back at me-
Wait.
Shit. She caught me. And yet I still couldn't look away even though my brain was screaming at me to do so.
Instead of creeping her out like I thought I had done, she just smiled at me. She even gave me a shy little wave. Quickly I found it in me to wave back and shoot my own less sure smirk at her. This seemed to be good enough for her. And if I looked closely, I'm pretty sure I saw her cheeks turn a little red before she focused back on Dean Hartman.
Note to self- get this girl's name later.
"And as I conclude this presentation-"
Upon hearing this from the dean, I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 11:45. Where the hell had the time gone? How did almost two hours go by already? There was no way I was staring at the girl for that long. And when did Dean Hartman break out a PowerPoint presentation? Damn, this girl just might get me into some trouble one of these days.
"I know you all are capable of doing such incredible things once you leave here and I can't wait to see you take one stop towards your goals during your time here with us," Dean Hartman continued, "Once again, welcome to the University of Santa Barbara- where the land meets the sea, where brilliant minds meet each other, and where academic excellence and social engagement unite to spark creativity and discovery. Thank you all and go Gauchos!"
Everyone started clapping and cheering again as the dean walked away from the podium and this time I didn't hold back the eye roll. You would think that the guy was the president of the United States with the way he worked the crowd. I don't know what it is, but there's just something about Dean Hartman that just rubbed me the wrong way. It is now my mission to stay as far away from him as possible.
We all had the next hour to eat lunch before they separated us into groups alphabetically for a campus tour. I had to admit, just from what I have seen of the university so far, it was pretty incredible. You can just tell that a lot of money had been put into making this place as elaborate as possible. It almost made me feel out of place. A bunch of these kids definitely came from a life of luxury, which I never did. Hell, I've gone my whole life without seeing the ocean.
Look at me now, eating a flatbread pizza that looked like it came from a four star restaurant and not a dank school cafeteria. On top of that, Elliot and I were sitting next to the window with a gorgeous ocean view.
It still wasn't as gorgeous as her though.
Speaking of, I had a much better seat this time as I watched her with her roommates conversing and eating their own food. She seemed like the type of girl that had it so easy when it came to making friends. It wasn't hard to see why. There was something about her that just drew you to her like a magnet. And as crazy as it sounded, I was already feeling stuck on her.
"She's cute."
I almost forgot that Elliot was sitting right across from me. He had a knowing smirk on his face as he jutted his chin towards the nameless blonde.
"Oh, yeah," I agreed, "Yeah, she is."
"Do you know her?" Elliot asked.
"No," I answered, "Well, I mean, I talked to her a little bit this morning before I got to the dorm. She dropped her student ID and I just picked it and gave it back to her. That's pretty much it."
My roommate shrugged his shoulders. "Well, it's a start. You know, twenty-eight percent of college relationships end up in marriage."
Furrowing my eyebrows, I let out a chuckle. "Should I ask why you have that statistic ready to go at the top of your head?"
"Easy. For moments like this."
"Well, I think something like marriage is going a little bit overboard, don't you think?" I said, "I don't even know if I want a relationship right now. Besides, I still don't know her name."
"You picked up her student ID and you never even checked to see what her name was?" Elliot questioned.
I could have slapped myself in the face. "Yeah, I guess I didn't think that through."
"Look, you don't have to marry the girl," Elliot decided, "but at least get her name and number. You're in college, dude. This is the time to explore your options and date around."
"By date around, you mean sleep around?" I quirked an eyebrow as I chewed on my lunch.
"That's for you to interpret," Elliot said.
"I don't know, Elliot. I'm not sure I'm the casual hookup kind of guy-"
"Come on, dude, just leave me alone already."
Don't ask me why this particular random voice made me interrupt myself, but as soon as I heard the annoyance and desperation lacing it, I had to turn around. When I did, I saw a guy sitting alone with messy pink hair (yes, his hair was pink) and blue eyes. I could also see his painted nails that were long and pointy like cat claws. But those extraordinary details wasn't what distracted me from my conversation.
There was another guy hovering over the poor kid's table that gave off the aura that he had peaked in high school. What gave that away? Probably his letterman jacket. He had to have been an athlete of some sort. This guy was much bigger than I am in height and weight, and that's saying something since I'm not a short person by any means. Anyway, he was clearly picking on the kid with the way he tugged on his t-shirt and ruffled his bright hair. His obnoxious donkey laugh was like nails on a chalkboard to my ears.
"Oh, don't be so sensitive," he teased, "Anyone who goes out of their way to look like this is just begging for someone to say something about it."
"Go fuck yourself," the flamboyant boy scoffed as he poked at his salad with a fork.
"Now, how do you expect to make any friends with a mouth as foul as that?" the Neanderthal taunted, "Although I'm sure you being a raging homo might be the reason you're all alone."
My fingers curled into my fist at his words. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, going around and terrorizing the place? I've come across too many guys like him in my lifetime and I was not about to let this slide.
Elliot noticed me starting to tense up. "Isaac? You alright, man?"
"I'll be right back," I told him, standing up and making my way over to that table to put an end to the kid's suffering.
"Aw, what are you gonna do, cry?" I heard as I marched closer and closer. He ruffled the kid's hair again and he swatted his hand away.
"What part of 'fuck off' don't you understand?"
"You know what, that back talk of yours is starting to piss me off and now I'm not feeling so nice anymore."
Just as the jock went to grab the kid's shirt, I caught his wrist with a tight grip. Both of them looked up at me with wide eyes. The look of confusion immediately switched to anger on the jock's face.
"Don't you think it's time you get past the high school bullshit?" I practically growled out.
"I don't think this concerns you, buddy," the jock emphasized, "so why don't you just walk away before someone gets hurt."
"When I see someone bullying a kid that's half their size because they're a little different, then yeah, I believe that it does concern me," I told him.
Standing up straight, this guy starts sizing me up. To confirm, he was indeed just a few inches taller than me. This didn't intimidate me though. And I hardly even noticed that the whole room had suddenly grew silent as the other freshmen watched me. I just stood as tall as I could to show him that I was not someone he wanted to fuck with.
"Listen," the jock spat in my face, "I'm known in my hometown for being one of the most aggressive linebackers. You really don't want to get on my bad side. So go back to your table and let me handle the fa-"
My fist collided with his face before I could even fully register what I was doing. It was a loud sound, but not as loud as the gasps that echoed throughout the room. Wow, these people were so responsive to everything. The jock fell onto the floor from the impact. Not being able to contain myself from smirking, I knelt down next to him as he held his hand up to his broken and bleeding nose.
"I didn't mean to cut you off there, buddy," I said a little too cockily, "but if I were you, I would highly suggest you remove that word you were about to say out of your vocabulary. Because while that shit may fly in wherever you're from, this is California. We don't tolerate any of that derogatory language here."
"Ahem."
I snapped my head up at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Of course it was Dean Hartman. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he was glaring down at me like a father that was disappointed in his son. Yeah, I knew that look all too well.
Fuck.
"Young man." He crooked his finger towards himself. "Come with me."
Cursing to myself, I got up from the floor and followed Dean Hartman out of the dining hall. I didn't make eye contact with anyone- the jock, the other guy, Elliot… and especially not the beautiful blonde. As much as I wanted to look back at her, I don't think I would have been able to stomach the sight of her being disappointed at me.
This whole thing reminded me of the time when I beat up Ethan, one half of those alpha twins, after learning that Scott wasn't healing from the injuries they inflicted on him. I remember Scott's commanding voice being the only thing that was able to break me out of that fury that had blinded me. To this day, I still don't know how he was able to do that since technically was not my alpha at the time. A little bit of guidance would be very helpful at this time.
Only Scott wasn't here to save my ass anymore. No one was. Right now, it was just me, myself, and I.
Dean Hartman shut the door behind him after instructing me to take a seat. I drummed my fingernails rhythmically on the armrest of my chair as he sat at his desk. For a solid ten seconds, he stared deeply into my eyes in complete silence. I swear I thought this guy was staring straight into my soul and I didn't like it one bit.
"So," he finally said, "Isaac Lahey. Is that correct?"
"Yeah," I said uneasily.
"Mhm," Dean Hartman hummed as he pulled out a random folder, "I figured it was you from your personal file."
I raised an eyebrow. "You actually went through my personal file."
"Does this come as a shock to you?"
"I just figured you'd be too busy to actually go through everyone's records. There's at least over two hundred freshmen. Not only that, there's still hundreds of other students on campus."
The dean chuckled. "Well, I gotta be aware of who exactly is attending my university. I only want people who want a bright future and are focused on improving their lives here."
"And so I got accepted here because…"
With a more pitiful expression, which I absolutely hated, Dean Hartman folded his hands together on top of his desk. "I know about your past, Mr. Lahey. You've lost your entire family. You came from an abusive household. You've had a lot friends who have died from I can only imagine what. There's a lot you have had to overcome. Despite everything you have gone through, you still manage to keep pushing forward. I can tell from your grades and the amount of extracurricular activities you have done."
"Just because it says all that in some measly folder, that doesn't mean you under and every single detail about my life," I told him almost defensively, "You don't truly know the first thing about me."
"You're right, I don't," Dean Hartman admitted, "but I do see a lot of potential in you, Mr. Lahey-"
"You can just call me Isaac," I interrupted.
"Okay… Isaac," Dean Hartman smiled, "And from what I saw out in the dining hall, you seem to be a… passionate person, to say the least."
"Well, I know how it feels to be the underdog," I shrugged, "I don't wanna see those who don't deserve it go through the same rough patches as I did. So if I see someone in need, I can't just sit back and watch. I have to act on it."
"Is that why you want to be a social worker?"
He was referring to my application essay. The topic was where do I hope to see myself in ten years and how will being a student here help me reach that goal. It was true, I did want to be a social worker. I wanted to be the voice for abused and underprivileged kids that didn't have one. Especially since I never had that growing up. That's what led me to pick my major and minor, psychology and communications.
Believe it or not, whether it was possible for me to do so or not, I wanted to help change the world. Or at least change the world for those who need.
Nodding my head, I answered, "Yes."
"And that's why I accepted your application," Dean Hartman told me, "However, we do have a strict 'no violence' policy at this university."
"What about a 'no bullying' policy?" I shot back.
"I promise we'll deal with Mr. Thomas after this," Dean Hartman said. Somehow I didn't buy that but whatever. "Because I do believe you are capable of doing great things, Mr. Lahey- I mean, Isaac, I will let you off with a warning. But if I see or hear you acting out like this again, I'm afraid I will have to put you on some sort of suspension. Do we have an understanding, Isaac?"
His hand was held out towards me, waiting for me to seal the deal. I was still reluctant but I just placed my hand in his and shook it.
"It won't happen again, Dean Hartman."
"Good. Now I'll let you get back to your tour. I hope to see you around campus, Isaac. And welcome to the University of Santa Barbara."
As soon as he let go of my hand, I couldn't wait to get out of that office. I grabbed my backpack and just about bolted out the door. To my surprise, Elliot was sitting on a bench across from the building, waiting for me. He wore a sly grin that if it were anyone else, especially Stilinski, I would want to smack it off his face.
"If your intention was to fly under the radar at this school," Elliot said, getting up so he could walk beside me, "then you miserably failed at doing so."
"Was it really that bad?" I asked.
"Breaking a kid's nose and then being called to the dean's office on the first day at campus?" Elliot pondered sarcastically, "Yeah, it was pretty bad." He smiled. "But it was also really awesome."
"Well, someone had to step up and do something," I shrugged, "And I basically just got a slap on the wrist so I guess it could have been a lot worse. I'm gonna get the bad boy reputation now, aren't I?"
"Chicks do dig a bad boy. Your little girlfriend seemed to be pretty impressed though."
Hearing this made me halt in my tracks.
"She did? Did she say something to you?"
Elliot chuckled. "Not to me, but I overheard her telling her friends that she wished that more guys had the balls to stand up for the outcasts like you did. She also said, and these are her words, not mine, 'I shouldn't have found that as hot as I did'."
Really? Well that was something I wasn't expecting. I don't a girl has ever called me hot before. But I didn't mind. Coming from a girl like her, I didn't mind one bit. I seem to be already on her good side, so I was now even more eager to get to know her. Who knows what will come of it, however I'm more than willing to give it a shot.
A smile broke out on my face before I could hold it back and Elliot patted my shoulder.
"Look at you, dude," he laughed, "Classes haven't even started yet and you're already the coolest freshman here. Keep that up and you'll probably go down in history."
Yeah, right. It was still nice to dream though. Playfully, I shoved Elliot's shoulder and we both laughed as we went to find our group for the campus tour.
Maybe college won't be so bad after all.
I really hope you guys like it so far! PLEASE leave a review and let me know what you think! I think this will be such a cute story because I believe Isaac deserves it. There will be a lot of OCs in here but don't you worry, your faves will be returning at some point as well!
Also, PLEASE read and review my Teen Wolf Saga which includes Awake and Alive, Scars, and No One Else! They are my babies and I've been working on them for years now. It would mean the world to me if you guys showed my stories some love.
I'll be sure to update soon! Xoxo, Maddie
