Request? Isaac crushing on a bad girl and the pack knowing about it. Half of them encourage Isaac to ask her out (Scott) but the other half make fun of him bc she’s too hardcore for him (Stiles). Make her bestie Danny bc I miss him :(((
Isaac slams his locker shut and turns to head to class when
he sees you walking down the hallway toward him. Well, past him.
He sighs as he watches you go by laughing with Danny as the
two of you make fun of Jackson for doing something stupid over the weekend.
A hand on his shoulder draws his attention away and he turns
to glance at Scott. He’d already known it was his best friend. Scott’s the only
one that gets it, wanting someone no
one else thinks you belong with. Anyone else would have been laughing at
Isaac’s crush right now and throwing it in his face how different the two of
you are. Well, except maybe Erica but he’s pretty sure she’s just rooting for
him because she thinks he’d be hilariously awkward about asking you out.
“Hey,” Isaac tells his friend somberly, glancing back at you
one more time as you walk away from him.
“Dude, you should just do it already,” Scott says giving his
shoulder a comforting squeeze as he follows Isaac’s gaze. “Just ask her out.”
Isaac sighs. He wants to. God, does he want to. But he’d
almost rather spend the rest of his life pining than risk a rejection from you.
Anyone else he could recover from but not you. “Maybe,” he answers grudgingly. “I’m
probably not her type.”
“Who’re we talking about?” Stiles asks as he saunters up.
Scott’s already rolling his eyes because he knows what’s
coming, just as well as Isaac does.
“No one,” Isaac says, trying to avoid what he knows is
coming.
“Oh,” Stiles hums. “So, Isaac when (y/n) sees him?” He’s
already laughing before he’s even gotten the quip out.
Isaac gives him a flat look and walks away but he can hear
Scott smack Stiles upside the head.
“Ouch,” Stiles complains. “What was that for?”
“We’re his friends, we should be encouraging him,” Scott
scolds.
“To ask out a girl he has no chance with?” Stiles asks
incredulously. “(Y/n) is way too hardcore for him. She’s not just the bad girl
that skips class and sneaks out to see her boyfriends. She totally beat the
shit out of that guy from Dalton that wouldn’t take no for an answer at Danny’s
party last summer.”
Isaac strains his ears extra hard to hear Scott’s reply to
that. “Doesn’t matter. Maybe Isaac is exactly her type, we don’t know. And neither
will he if he never tries.”
Isaac bites his lip and continues walking, letting his
friends’ chatter fade into the background.
*
So, he’s decided. He’s gonna do it. He’s gonna ask you out.
He looks for you after school, trying to get it over with
before he loses his nerve. He finds Danny and Jackson sitting on the front
steps but you’re not with them.
“Uh, Danny, hey,” Isaac approaches, shoulders hunched up to
his ears, hands buried in his pockets. “Do you know where (y/n) is?”
Jackson snorts. “OH my god,” he scoffs like he knows exactly
where this is going, and he finds it hilarious.
Danny elbows Jackson in the side. “Be nice,” he scolds with
a little smile, because when is Danny not
smiling a little. He turns his gaze to Isaac. “She had to skip out early today,”
he informs. “Do you want me to tell her you’re looking for her?”
“Yeah,” Isaac says but then shakes his head. “Wait, no. Um.
Just—“
“Yeah. No. Wait. Um…”
Jackson mocks him, before fixing him with a glare. “Doesn’t matter what you
want, loser. I’m gonna tell her anyway, so get lost.”
Isaac shakes his head at Jackson’s behavior but listens and
walks away. He doesn’t see how you or Danny can hang out with that jerk.
Well, it seems he’ll know soon if he really is a nobody in
your eyes.
*
He’s on his way to Stiles’ jeep the next day when someone
calls out behind him.
“Hey, Isaac!”
He turns and there you are, looking all bad-ass and
gorgeous. “Hi,” he breathes.
“I heard you were looking for me.”
“Oh, yeah, I—“ He stops speaking, looking around the parking
lot. He feels the weight of all of his friends’ stares from every corner of the
lot. Suddenly, he feels a lot less sure he can do this. “I just— wanted to ask,
um,” his eyes search frantically for some clue to a question he can ask and his
gaze rests on the helmet in your hands. “I wanted to ask where you got your bike.”
“Oh,” you seem surprised by that question. “Dante’s over on
Ninth.”
“Oh, cool,” Isaac nods like he’s actually heard of the
place.
“You thinking of getting one?” You ask, seeming interested
in his existence for once.
“Uh, yeah. Maybe.”
“Well, my Agusta handles really
well,” you tell him, licking your lips and glancing over at it across the lot. “I
totally recommend it. Do you… wanna go for a ride?”
He feels his eyes widen and his mouth fall open a bit. “Y-Yeah.
Yeah, sure.”
He follows you over to your motorbike and watches you straddle
it with confident ease. He stumbles trying to get on behind you and hopes you
haven’t noticed as he settles himself up against your back.
“Hey, Joey,” you call out to one of your other friends. He
appears to be about to get in a truck with someone else but he pulls himself
back out to see what you want. “Since your bike is in the shop, can we borrow your helmet?”
He sighs heavily and gets out of the truck to walk over helmet in hand,
eyeing Isaac the whole time. “Yeah, sure.” He doesn’t actually sound all that
sure, but hands over the helmet anyway.
“Thanks, man,” you say, slapping him on the arm as you pass
it back.
Isaac puts the helmet on, making sure it feels snug and then
wraps his arms around your waist as you bring the beast to life.
He clings to you the whole ride and it’s quite possibly the
best experience of his entire life. The freedom of feeling like he’s flying
coupled with the girl he’s crazy about. It’s enough to give him a little of the
courage he was lacking earlier.
When you pull back into the school parking lot, he climbs
off the bike and takes off the helmet. “That was… really great.”
“I know, right?” You pop off your helmet too, hanging it on
your handle bars and grin, patting your bike, “I love this thing.”
“Hey, um, do you wanna go out sometime?” Isaac blurts, and
then feels awkward about it. Here he’s been squished up against your back for
the past twenty minutes and now he’s asking you out. That’s gotta be kinda
weird.
You study him for a second and a knowing grin takes over
your face. “You’re not planning on getting a bike, are you?”
“N-no. Not really,” he admits, handing over your friend’s
helmet. “I just… kinda panicked at the last second and latched onto whatever I
saw first. Which. Was your helmet.” He gestures to your own helmet. “Which lead
to asking about your bike.”
You take the extra helmet from him, holding it in your lap as
you stare at him with a grin that’s making him a little nervous. “Yeah, okay,”
you say abruptly.
“Yeah, okay I’m a huge dork or?”
“Yeah, okay I’ll go out with you,” you laugh. “Although. You
are a bit of a dork.”
He could be embarrassed about it but you wink at him when
you say it. Still, he ducks his head with a nervous laugh. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you assure him. “Dorks happen to be my type.”
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