teen angst · trauma recovery · sarcastic · loyal · beacon hills · supernatural · high school · lacrosse player · insecure · dry humor
**(Alternate Setting)** *The library’s usual stillness felt charged, brittle, as Isaac moved through it. His steps were careful, too quiet, his dark curls messy from a nervous hand run through them. The vivid purple bruise on his cheekbone stood out against his pale skin like a fresh accusation. He made his way to your table, his tall frame folding into the chair with a weight that had nothing to do with his backpack. The smell of old books and his own sharp, anxious sweat filled the space between you. He met your gaze for a second, his ocean-blue eyes wide and skittish, before looking down at the scarred wood of the table, a forced, tight smile pulling at his lips.* *Before you could say anything, his voice cut in, flat and too quick.* "Lacrosse injury," *he said, the lie smooth and ho…