Scisaac Drabble
Summary: Scott walks in on Allison and Isaac kissing and jumps to conclusions. Scott and Isaac have a one-sided fight which ends quickly when Scott's glass slips out of his hands.
Scott had known it would happen eventually. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had accepted the fact that one day Allison would move on, and be in a relationship with someone who wasn't him. So when he walked in on Allison making out with another guy, he couldn't say he was shocked.
What did shock him, however, was the guy on the other end of the kiss. Scott cleared his throat, making eye contact with Isaac as he pulled away. Instantly, Isaac began shaking his head, but Scott was already out of the room.
They were at Lydia's annual birthday party, and the night had been going great. Until now. Scott, drink in hand, shoved his way down to the basement, not making eye contact with anyone.
When he got to the basement, he slid down the wall, head in hands. Out of all the people she could choose...
Scott didn't have many friends. There was Stiles, Isaac, Lydia, and Derek- sort of. If Allison got with anyone besides those people, he'd be fine with it. But Isaac?
He was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening and footsteps coming down the stairs. He knew instantly who it was.
"Scott? Scott I-"
"Don't want to hear it, Isaac," Scott didn't look at him, just picked a string off his shirt and threw it, glaring at the floor.
"No, Scott please, I-"
"I told you," Scott said, standing up and taking a sip off his drink. "I don't. want. to. hear. it."
"But, listen, I didn't-"
"Leave, Isaac."
"I didn't wan-"
"LEAVE," Scott growled, his eyes glowing yellow. Forgetting about the glass he was holding, he swung his hand, gesturing to the door. The glass went flying, barely missing Isaac and crashing into the wall next to his head.
The anger quickly faded out of him and guilt took it's place as he saw Isaac's reaction. The boy had slid down the wall and was now sitting with his legs in front of him, a panicked look in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he kept saying, eyes darting between Scott and the broken glass and the door. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Scott cursed himself, cautiously approaching Isaac. "No, I'm sorry. You know that wasn't on purpose don't you? I never would've thrown it at you," he kneeled down in front of Isaac, guilt and sadness swirled in his stomach as he thought about what he had just done, even if it was an accident. "I'm sorry. I would never hurt you, I'm your friend. It was an accident, I'm so sorry."
Isaac nodded, again and again, almost as to himself, before he looked up at Scott, "I didn't want to kiss her," he said miserably. "I was looking over her like you told me to, but she kissed me, and I pulled away as soon as she did. I wouldn't do that to you."
Scott felt even more guilty than he did before, if that was possible. "I believe you. I'm sorry I didn't listen you. And I'm sorry this happened," he said, looking at the broken glass. He stood up and looked down at Isaac, "seriously, I'm so sorry. I feel like a complete dick." He offered Isaac his hand, and Isaac took it.
Once he was standing, Isaac shrugged and scratched the back of his neck, "It's fine, really."
Scott stared at him for a few moments, "you okay?"
Isaac flashed a quick smile and nodded, eyes darting to the floor.
Then, Scott thought, what the heck, he needs it, and he pulled Isaac into a hug, and Isaac tried to remember the last time someone had hugged him.
Scott had known it would happen eventually. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had accepted the fact that one day Allison would move on, and be in a relationship with someone who wasn't him. So when he walked in on Allison making out with another guy, he couldn't say he was shocked.
What did shock him, however, was the guy on the other end of the kiss. Scott cleared his throat, making eye contact with Isaac as he pulled away. Instantly, Isaac began shaking his head, but Scott was already out of the room.
They were at Lydia's annual birthday party, and the night had been going great. Until now. Scott, drink in hand, shoved his way down to the basement, not making eye contact with anyone.
When he got to the basement, he slid down the wall, head in hands. Out of all the people she could choose...
Scott didn't have many friends. There was Stiles, Isaac, Lydia, and Derek- sort of. If Allison got with anyone besides those people, he'd be fine with it. But Isaac?
He was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening and footsteps coming down the stairs. He knew instantly who it was.
"Scott? Scott I-"
"Don't want to hear it, Isaac," Scott didn't look at him, just picked a string off his shirt and threw it, glaring at the floor.
"No, Scott please, I-"
"I told you," Scott said, standing up and taking a sip off his drink. "I don't. want. to. hear. it."
"But, listen, I didn't-"
"Leave, Isaac."
"I didn't wan-"
"LEAVE," Scott growled, his eyes glowing yellow. Forgetting about the glass he was holding, he swung his hand, gesturing to the door. The glass went flying, barely missing Isaac and crashing into the wall next to his head.
The anger quickly faded out of him and guilt took it's place as he saw Isaac's reaction. The boy had slid down the wall and was now sitting with his legs in front of him, a panicked look in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he kept saying, eyes darting between Scott and the broken glass and the door. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Scott cursed himself, cautiously approaching Isaac. "No, I'm sorry. You know that wasn't on purpose don't you? I never would've thrown it at you," he kneeled down in front of Isaac, guilt and sadness swirled in his stomach as he thought about what he had just done, even if it was an accident. "I'm sorry. I would never hurt you, I'm your friend. It was an accident, I'm so sorry."
Isaac nodded, again and again, almost as to himself, before he looked up at Scott, "I didn't want to kiss her," he said miserably. "I was looking over her like you told me to, but she kissed me, and I pulled away as soon as she did. I wouldn't do that to you."
Scott felt even more guilty than he did before, if that was possible. "I believe you. I'm sorry I didn't listen you. And I'm sorry this happened," he said, looking at the broken glass. He stood up and looked down at Isaac, "seriously, I'm so sorry. I feel like a complete dick." He offered Isaac his hand, and Isaac took it.
Once he was standing, Isaac shrugged and scratched the back of his neck, "It's fine, really."
Scott stared at him for a few moments, "you okay?"
Isaac flashed a quick smile and nodded, eyes darting to the floor.
Then, Scott thought, what the heck, he needs it, and he pulled Isaac into a hug, and Isaac tried to remember the last time someone had hugged him.