Teen Wolf Imagines

MR. Jawline - Isaac

Isaac Lahey was pretty much the ideal male form.

At least, that was what you found youtself thinking nearly almost every day when he would sit down across from you at the lunch tables or when he would squeeze himself on a bench, pressed against the side of your body. You couldn't help but cast a gaze that could only be described as lovestruck toward the boy, your chin held in your palm as a small, hopeless sigh escaped your lips.

Lydia and Allison exchanged a look, shaking their heads and smirking at their utterly in love friend before moving to block your view of the boy in question. You almost protested, but kept your composure, not wanting to give the girls the satisfaction of knowing without a doubt that you had been staring at Isaac again. Not in a creepy way, of course. It was more like you admiring him, as an artist would admire their model.

"Hmm, who is Y/N staring at this time?" Lydia asked, her green eyes playful as she tapped her forefinger against her bottom lip, pretending to ponder the question. "I wonder... any ideas, Allison?" Allison laughed, shaking her head and stroking her chin, her lips pulled into a smirk.

"Could it be Isaac Lahey?" She exclaimed, lifting her hand to her mouth and gasping oh so dramatically. Lydia and Allison fell into a fit of giggles as they sat themselves down at the table on either side of you, who was blushing a deep shade of red and rubbing the back of your neck, a sign of how uncomfortable you were in that moment. "No, it couldn't be the guy that she spends every waking moment day dreaming about, could it?"

Isaac, upon hearing his name, lifted his head from his textbook, cerulean eyes scanning the crowded cafeteria for the source. His eyes fell upon Lydia and Allison, a red-faced but ever adorable you sandwiched between your two laughing best friends. He glanced back down at his book, placing his pencil down. He was no longer interested in mathematical theories or algebraic equations- not that he had been before- but in the conversation you and the girls seemed to be having about him. He leaned forward slightly, concentrating on the sound of their voices.

"I do not spend every waking moment day dreaming about him," you dismissed, your flushed cheeks slowly returning back to their original pigment. You paused, your lips twitching slightly. "Only when we're at school and with the pack," you amended, laughing along with your friends. Isaac couldn't help but grin, no matter how hard he tried to fight it off. Ha. The prettiest girl in the school day dreamed about him. Isaac Lahey, who used to be a nobody.

"Knew it! You have the biggest crush on him," Lydia squealed, clasping her hands together.

"Well can you blame me?" you sighed, running a hand through her hair and glancing fleetingly at him. Luckily, Isaac managed to look away before you caught him staring. He tensed a little, worried you had saw.

"He's pretty much the most gorgeous boy to ever walk the Earth, and I mean it. He's just... ugh, so fucking cute. It's distracting. His eyes are just... and his hair is just... I swear he glows in the sunlight!" you groaned, rubbing your temples.

"Look at him over there, being all cute, jaw all tense. He has the best freaking jawline I have ever seen in my life. Literally. He's Mr. Jawline."

And all Y/N wanted to do was kiss that infuriatingly flawless jawline and his infuriatingly perfect face. Not that she would ever admit that out loud.

"Aw, Y/N, you really like him, don't you?" Allison cooed, patting your hand sympathetically as you nodded, letting out another defeated groan.

"Yes, and it sucks," you said miserably, slouching inyour chair.