Teen Wolf Imagines

you're still my werepuppy - Isaac

Since that fateful day when the pack caught me and Isaac on the couch, he's been acting different. Which is not to say he was being malicious, or I'd hoped he wasn't. Just a little evasive... a bit nervous, too. Like when I'd reach out to hug him, he'd shy away, or just flinch back entirely. After a while, he didn't even bother sticking around.

He'd say something like, "Um-Sorry, I have to go. I think Scott is calling me."

"I didn't hear anything."

"Well, that's because you don't have werewolf hearing, do you?"

That time, we were studying on my bed, before I made the mistake of resting my hand on his knee. He clambered away from me, making a beeline for my door. That night, I think he escaped far away enough to where he didn't hear me cry, didn't smell how I reeked of anxiety while I mulled over explanations for what I had done wrong.

That was the first time he physically left my presence. It got worse from there, because I didn't even have to touch him to revolt him. All I had to do was show up.

When I sat down next to him for breakfast one morning, he didn't even look at me before frantically scarfing down his food. And then he was gone, leaving me and the pack to stare confusedly at each other, accusing each other like, 'What the hell did you do?' If it were anyone else, I would've found his behavior disgusting as well as upsetting. But it was becoming painfully obvious that nothing Isaac did could be unattractive. What does it say about me as a person that I still want to bang someone who willingly shoves bowls of cereal into their face just to get away from me?

What I didn't want to admit was floating around in the back of my mind the whole time. That he was still angry about everyone seeing him vulnerable in my lap, about everyone laughing at him and Lydia videotaping him. I think he was upset with me for letting it happen, for starting all of it.

I confronted him about it at his locker.

"You're avoiding me."

No preambles. All business.

Isaac didn't even try to oppose me. He actually looked... defeated.

"Can we not do this right now? I have to get to class," he said flatly.

"But I-" I was cut off by his slamming his locker shut in my face. He was already walking away. I stood transfixed, mouth agape at his abrupt dismissal.

"What's the rush? Eager to get to Chemistry?" I chided at the back of his head. Still nothing. I caught a few students staring at me, confused that I was seemingly talking to myself. I glared at them and jogged behind Isaac.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," I gritted out. I had to grab his arm with both hands to stop him in his tracks. He regarded me with annoyance, already trying to pull away, but I held on. Which was no easy task, considering he had the strength of a mythical dog and adorned the expression of someone in fear for his life. I didn't see why he was so alarmed. It's not like I was sawing his arm in half.

"Will you just let go?"

"No. I. Will. Not," I protested, punctuated by his slight tugs as he tried to shake me off.

When I noticed an audience of onlookers gathering around us, I pulled Isaac behind me into a storage closet, locking it for extra measure.

"You can handle tight spaces when you know you can get out, right?"

He grunted and shrugged, but appeared stable.

"I'll take that as a yes," I sarcastically quipped. I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the wall. He pursed his lips, mirroring my stance. I sighed. This was going to be way harder than I thought. "Tell me you're mad at me. Call me mean names. Yell at me. Do whatever you need to feel better. Please, just do anything that doesn't involve walking away from me again," I pleaded.