broken betas// isaac lahey teen wolf

twenty-six

"isaac, if you don't shut that thing up, i'm gonna gut you... like a fish."

the boy groaned, arm shooting out to chuck the blaring alarm clock at the wall, crashing against the paint in a heap of rubble and landing beside the four other broken ones on the floor. "good morning to you too."

"i don't want to go to school," she whined, rolling over to lay on top of him. "can't we just stay in bed?"

isaac chuckled at the girl's antics. "love, we have to go to school."

she leaned forward to kiss him, humming contently. "or," she smirked, lips moving to his neck, fingers trailing delicately along the waistband of his boxers, "we could stay here." she took his earlobe between her teeth, relishing in the sound of his heart rate picking up. "and do whatever you want," she drawled out.

the boy swallowed thickly as his girlfriend's hips brushed lightly over his crotch, a small moan slipping from his lips. "h-hannah, we're gonna be late," he stammered.

hannah's tongue dragged along the side of his neck, lips now hovering over his own. "do you want me to stop?"

isaac's eyes drifted down to her mouth. fuck it, he thought before surging forward to initiate a heated make out session. a low whimper escaped him as hannah gently palmed his growing erection, not noticing the door open.

"what the fuck!"

the two quickly rushed to cover themselves, pulling the blanket over them as scott shielded his eyes.

"it's seven thirty in the morning!" he snapped at them when they'd got their bearings together. "you guys are like dogs in heat."

"we're actually werewolves," hannah grinned, smile dropping when scott shot her a glare. "sorry."

"just-just hurry up," scott turned to exit. "we're leaving in twenty minutes."

isaac and hannah exchanged a look.

"shower sex?" he asked.

she grinned coyly. "i'm always down for helping the environment."

...

isaac slung an arm casually around hannah's shoulder, pulling her into his side as they walked into school alongside scott, stiles, allison, and lydia.

"well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one," lydia grinned as she pushed through the doors.

"we're not crazy," allison stated.

lydia scoffed. "hallucinating? sleep paralysis? yeah, you guys are fine."

"we did die and come back to life," scott pointed out. "that's gotta have some side effects, right?"

the shrill ring of the bell caused all the werewolves to wince.

"just, keep an eye on each other, alright?" stiles looked at the group. "and, lydia, stop enjoying this so much."

hannah leaned over to the girl to whisper in her ear. "they're just jealous."

lydia giggled at the girl's words, bouncing away happily.

"hannah, don't encourage her," stiles groaned as he headed off towards his first period class.

"do you think they're crazy?" isaac asked the girl as they walked into history.

the brunette shook her head. "deaton told them before they went under that it would be like having a permanent scar over your heart. this is the scar he's talking about. the ritual did a lot of things, one of which being that they're having these breakdowns. they're not crazy. they're just experiencing another supernatural thing."