"I'll be right back," Scott announced as he stood from his table at lunch. Once again, Isaac was nearing the front of the lunch line, and Scott had something to talk to him about.

"Where are we going?" Stiles asked, rising from his seat as well.

Scott held out his hand to stop his best friend. "Actually, Stiles, I need to go alone."

Stiles's facial expression changed from passiveness to worry. "Is something wrong?"

"Not with me," Scott said with a sigh.

Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott. "Oh yeah, that's not vague at all."

Scott could see Isaac from the corner of his eye, but he was almost out of sight. "I've really gotta go, man," Scott said, speeding to catch up to Isaac. Scott almost lost him, but he caught up with Isaac in a deserted hallway, just as Isaac entered a bathroom. Scott followed him in, but Isaac had already locked himself in a stall.

"Isaac?" Scott called when he spotted Isaac's feet under one of the doors.

"Sc… Scott?"

"Yeah, it's Scott."

"What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to talk to you. You know… about that day in the locker room." Isaac remained so silent that Scott had to call his name again.

"I don't want to talk about it," Isaac said, a slight edge to his voice.

"Okay," Scott resigned, not wanting to press the issue. "Will you at least tell me why you're in here alone every day?"

The stall door opened and Isaac walked out, his arms crossed. He was already taller than Scott, and his crossed arms made him appear wider than he was. The gesture would have been intimidating, but Scott could see how Isaac was batting his eyelashes, as if he was fighting tears; he wasn't nearly as strong as he was letting on.

"Where am I supposed to go?" Isaac asked, and Scott could tell that he was working to keep his voice steady.

"Well, you can sit with me and my friends," Scott offered, and Isaac's entire posture changed. He took a step back, his arms dropped to his sides, and his eyes widened.

"R-really?"

"Of course. You're always welcome to. I promise, we don't bite." Holding his hand out to the pale boy, Scott asked, "Do you wanna?"

Isaac simply stared at Scott's hand for a moment before taking it in his. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

Scott returned Isaac's smile, just a second before he felt the quick brush of lips on his cheek and Isaac stepped back again.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that, I wasn't thinking, I—" Isaac rambled as he attempted to pull his hand from Scott's, but Scott held on.

"It's okay," Scott said, his smile still plastered on his face. "I'm fine with it. Maybe a little more fine with it than I'd like to admit," he confessed, gently squeezing Isaac's hand.

Isaac let out a shaky laugh, raising an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

"Hey, don't laugh at me. Now grab your lunch so we can go back to the cafe."

Isaac released Scott's hand and went to grab his lunch from the stall. "I almost don't wanna leave," Scott heard Isaac mutter, causing him to smile even harder.

Sorry for taking so long to update, but I got kind of caught up with Marching Band, and theater, and my video production class, not to mention all of my other classes. Sophomore year sucks :P

But it's done now! Hope you liked it!