Teen Wolf Imagines ➵

Isaac; The Shy Girl

You groaned as you dragged the heavy suitcase into the apartment. It was a lot smaller than you'd expected, but it didn't matter, because you were in Paris for heaven's sake! You were so excited that not even this crappy room could bring your mood down. And you were sure that after a bit of touching up, the place would feel like home.

Lazily, you threw yourself on the bed and let out a deep sigh as you reached for your cellphone. You dialed your mother's number and she picked up on the second ring.

"Oh, sweetie! How is it? Any eligible French men around?"

You glanced around the room, "uh, well I'm in my apartment. So I'd be quite concerned if there were any French men around in here."

"Of course, you're right." She laughed to herself. "You settling in okay? How are the neighbors?"

"Haven't seen any yet, but I gotta go out to meet them soon." You stood up from the bed and walked over towards the window, "I have to ask for the fastest way to the art gallery; can't be late on my first day of work tomorrow."

Your mother continued to tell you about her day and then hung up. You decided it was time to meet a neighbor or two, so you made your way out of the apartment. Luckily, you stepped outside just in time to see one unlocking their front door.

"Uh, hi there." You proceeded towards the taller man in attempt to get his attention before he disappeared into his apartment. He turned to look at you and flashed a friendly smile.

"Bonjour." He greeted. Then you stopped in your tracks. You recognized the familiar dark hair and icy blue eyes. You couldn't forget it. Never. You'd be able to point him out in a crowd of hundreds.

"Isaac Lahey." You smiled in disbelief; your heart already picking up it's pace. His eyebrows quickly furrowed, and he gave you a questioning look.

"You know my name?" He buried his hands in his pockets. His accent had slightly changed; it only made him more attractive. He was trying to remember who you are, but you could tell that his mind was completely blank. "Have we met before?"

"Yeah... Well no, n-not really. I went to high school with you. B-Beacon Hills High." You were so nervous and it was obvious.

"Oh yeah." He was still trying to recall. "I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Y/N." You smiled. "You probably won't remember me. We never really talked. But I had physics with you. Sophomore year. I sat a couple of seats behind you." You knew that whatever you told him wouldn't help refresh his memory.

"Yeah, I don't think we ever talked. I would've remembered you." He leaned against the wall, not breaking the eye contact. Your knees were starting to grow weak; you've always imagined what it'd be like to have an actual conversation with Isaac Lahey - one that didn't involve talking about momentum or velocity. "What are you doing in Paris?" He asked.

"I live here now. I-I just moved here today... What about you?"

"I've lived here for a few years now. I left Beacon Hills after," he paused, and you noticed as his face softened a little, "I lost someone I cared about."

You assumed that he was talking about that girl Allison Argent. You knew that they were friends. Her death was so sudden. You knew that Isaac disappeared shortly after that, but you had no idea that he moved halfway across the world.
You never thought you'd see him again.

"I'm sorry."

"It was a long time ago." His lips curved into a small smile as he pushed himself up from against the wall, "you wanna come inside?"

"Oh, sure." His invitation took you by surprise, and you had no choice but to gladly accept.

He shut the door once you were inside, "I never thought anyone would remember me. Especially after so many years." He said.

"You're not that easy to forget." You looked at him, watching how he shrugged off his coat and hung it up, "I see you're still into wearing those scarfs."

"Well it is cold out here." He wasn't wrong. You both laughed, remembering how he'd wear scarfs even on the warm days back in California.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him as he tilted his head back, still laughing. He was the most beautiful boy you'd ever seen. You thought that since the day you first saw him. And now it was years later, and your mind still hasn't changed. Just looking at him made the butterflies in your stomach take flight, and caused your heart to beat faster.

Isaac's laughter died down and suddenly, he was quiet. He looked as if he was concentrating; like he was listening to something. You were about to ask if he'd heard something when he spoke up, saying something you never thought you'd hear again,

"The Shy Girl." He simply said.

"What?" You struggled to believe that there was a possibility Isaac remembered that nickname.

"Shy girl. Nervous girl. That's what I used to call you." You were almost as surprised as he was for actually remembering who you are. "We got paired up a couple of times. You were always so nervous around me... Your heart would always beat faster." His voice trailed off in the end, you almost didn't hear what he said.

"My heart? How would you know?"

"It's nothing. I could just tell." He shrugged it off and you didn't bother to push further.

"I guess you do remember who I am then."

"I guess I do." He smiled. "I don't know why I forgot. You were the smartest and cutest girl in physics." He spoke so nonchalantly.

"Cute?"

"Yeah." He opened up the refrigerator to take out two bottles of water. "You're the only person I know that was nervous or shy to talk to me. It was really cute."

"Thanks I guess." You let out a nervous giggle, still unable to grasp the fact that Isaac Lahey just called you cute. "I couldn't really help it."

"I really wanted to get to know you back then, but every time I tried to talk to you, or was even near you, you could barely speak." He came closer to where you were standing and handed you a bottle of water.

He was now so close; a little too close for somebody who just wanted to give you a water bottle. "T-Thank you Isaac." You avoided looking up at him.

"Like now." His voice was deep. It sent shivers down your spine. Your heart picked up its pace even more- if that was even possible. "Why are you nervous?"

"You just make me nervous." You looked up and your eyes met with his. "Y-You're something else Isaac Lahey."

You couldn't believe that after so many years of not seeing Isaac, the way you felt about him did not change at all. He still had the same effect on you as he did back in high school.

He smirked, then took a step back. "I'm glad to see you again Shy Girl. I hope this time we can get to know each other properly."

You've wanted this for as long as you could remember. Isaac leaned closer and placed a soft, sweet kiss on your cheek, probably causing your face to become an even deeper shade of pink.

"I'd really like that."

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will i ever stop being mad at them for not bringing isaac back? no.

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