plot ;; sweet innocent girl who loves to wear dresses and skirts is dating the punk dude that has tattoos, piercings, and dyed hair but is always nice to her and gives her a lot of love and is also VERY protective over her in public and makes sure that all the guys know that she’s his ( via kissing her neck, holding her hand, hands on her waist, long kisses. )
Summer couldn’t take her eyes off Isaac. He’d /changed/, over the summer — from shy, sweet, almost puppy-like to fierce, his arms and shoulders marked with tattoos she wanted a closer look at. His hair, once so curly and dark, was brightly coloured and spiky, contrasting attractively with the piercings in his eyebrow and ears. She thought she’d seen a tongue piercing, as well.
She kept peeking at him over her book, biting her lip and ducking away whenever it looked like he might be looking back. He probably didn’t like people staring at him. Whatever had changed, though, it looked good on him; he smiled more, and had a cluster of friends now.
Over the summer, Isaac had gone a little crazy with changing his image. Derek helped him get a few tattoos done on his biceps and shoulders, he got a few piercings, and he even colored his hair. While the tattoos he loved would stay, his hair was fading to it’s normal color and the piercings were starting to close because of the bite, but he was enjoying it while it lasted. The pack seemed to accept it, causing him to be happier than he was before, like he was a different person.
The leather-wearing beta was laughing along with his friends as he noticed an old friend, Summer, peeking out from her book to stare at him. He didn’t mind at all, his appearance probably just shocked her. Grinning like a goofball, Isaac sent her a flirty wink and a wave from across the room. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too shy to talk to him now.
She jumped when he winked and waved at her, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He was flirting with her! She blushed a little, taking his motion as invitation, and climbed out of her chair. Shaking her skirts straight, she gripped her book and her courage in both hands and walked over to say hello.
She wasn’t sure if it was the leather, the broadened shoulders, or the confidence that was so mesmerising about him now. The Isaac she remembered didn’t really like to be noticed, but this Isaac shouted his presence loud and proud. She definitely liked it.
“You look different,” she said, inanely. “It looks good.” Then she wanted to smack herself for saying such a stupid thing.