Isaac Lahey was pretty much the ideal male form.
At least, that was what Y/N found herself thinking nearly almost every day when he would sit down across from her at the lunch tables or when he would squeeze himself on a bench, pressed against the side of her body. She couldn't help but cast a gaze that could only be described as lovestruck toward the boy, her chin held in her palm as a small, hopeless sigh escaped her lips.
Lydia and Allison exchanged a look, shaking their heads and smirking at their utterly in love friend before moving to block Y/N's view of the boy in question. She almost protested, but kept her composure, not wanting to give the girls the satisfaction of knowing without a doubt that Y/N had been staring at Isaac again. Not in a creepy way, of course. It was more like she was 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 Y/N, who was blushing a deep shade of red and rubbing the back of her neck, a sign of how uncomfortable she was 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 Y/N sandwiched between her 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 Y/N 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," Y/N dismissed, her flushed cheeks slowly returning back to their original pigment. She paused, her lips twitching slightly. "Only when we're at school and with the pack," she amended, laughing along with her 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?" Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair and glancing fleetingly at him. Luckily, Isaac managed to look away before she caught him staring. He tensed a little, worried she 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!" Y/N groaned, rubbing her 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 her friend's hand sympathetically as Y/N nodded, letting out another defeated groan.
"Yes, and it sucks," Y/N said miserably, slouching in her chair. "He's, like, this perfect guy, right? He's really cute, he's sweet, he's funny, he's sarcastic... and then there's me, and he's way out of my league even if we are friends and a part of the same pack. I'm hopeless."
