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A/N: I switch point of views, and I let you know. If it gets confusing, please comment about it and I will fix it!

Your POV (Point of View)

You look around your new room, sighing. Aunt Melissa comes up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“I really hope you find it comfortable here, (y/n),” she squeezes lightly. “Let my know if you need anything.”
You nod, thanking her. Then she leaves you to unpack. It’s a Saturday, and the first day of school is Monday. You’re a little apprehensive. Your parents are both in the military and were called overseas. They gave you an option: travel around with them, or stay with your aunt. Ultimately, you decided to stay with your aunt. You’ve always liked her and your cousin Scott and you’d rather do normal teenager things and stay at a normal school. Although starting a new school is never easy. You sigh again, placing your bag at the end of your bed, starting on box number one.

On Monday, Scott offers to drive you to school on his bike and you graciously accept. You hang around him a little, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He introduces you to Allison and Lydia, two of his friends. They seem very nice and friendly. Stiles you know, of course, since he has been around Scott forever. Your locker is near Scott’s, so you’re grateful you can find help if you need it. Your preparing your books for first period when you see him. A tall, gorgeous guy in a red sweater, like those ones in the L.L. Bean catalogs. He’s leaning easily against the lockers, murmuring to Scott. You catch his eye and blush, quickly looking away.

Issac POV

I’m talking to Scott about Derek, when I get this feeling that someone is watching me. I look up and meet the eyes of this adorable girl. After that, everything Scott is saying is lost on me.
“Who’s that?” I ask abruptly. Scott looks over his shoulder to see who I’m talking about.
“The girl at the locker?”
“Yeah,” I murmur.
“Um…she’s my cousin, (y/n).” I’m too involved in watching (y/n) to notice the suspicious look Scott is giving me. “Why?”
I shrug. “No reason.” But my eyes linger right where the hem of (y/n)’s dress rests against her thighs. “The Homecoming dance is coming up. Do you think she’d be interested?”
Scott closes his locker slowly. “In what?”
“In going with me,” I answer, watching as (y/n) closes her locker and walks down the hallway. I don’t miss the glance she throws our way.
“Um….I….with you?” Scott stutters.
“Yeah, with me.”
“Um…she might. If you were her type.”
Now Scott has my full attention. I straighten from the locker and furrow my brow. “What do you mean? Am I too tall or something?” I groan. “Is it the sweater?”
Scott shoots me an annoyed look. “No, dude. The sweater is fine- it’s just….You’re on the wrong team.”
“Lacrosse?”
“No!”
“Then wha-“
“She’s lesbian, okay?” Scott blurts out. He swings his bag over his shoulder and hurries away.
“Seriously?!” I slump back against the locker.

Scott’s POV

I rush into Chemistry, sitting behind Stiles and tapping his shoulder.
“Stiles!” I say in a hushed whisper.
“What?” he leans back so he can hear me.
“If Isaac asks, (y/n) is lesbian.”
At this, Stiles turns completely around to face me, mouth hanging open. “Seriously? Because I did NOT see that coming.”
“No, not seriously!” I glare at Stiles. At this point, (y/n) walks into the room. I try not to feel guilty as I watch her take a seat near the front. I lower my voice and turn to look at Stiles, who is idiotically gaping at (y/n). I whack him on the arm. “She isn’t! Isaac likes her.”
“Oh no,” Stiles murmurs. And then Isaac walks in the room. I notice he looks at (y/n) as he passes and she shoots him a shy smile. I frown. I will not let this happen.

Isaac’s POV

In Chemistry, which I notice (y/n) is in also, I slide into a seat by Stiles. I lean over as the teacher enters the room. “Hey, Stiles?”
“Um,” Stiles gulps and shoots a glance at Scott. “Yes?”
“Were you ever interested in (y/n)?” I turn my head to study Stile’s expression.
“Uh, nooooo,” Stiles shakes his head vigorously. “I mean,” he looks at Scott again, “you know she’s-“ he chokes, “lesbian, right?”
I watch him carefully. I notice he’s lying, but it could be about liking her and not that she’s lesbian. I sit back in my seat crossing my arms. It looks like romance just won’t work out for me.

Your POV

You feel super nervous. The cute guy is sitting near Scott and Stiles and you’re so tempted to turn around and look. Instead, you resist the urge by burning a hole in the teacher’s whiteboard. Finally, the end of the class draws close. Then the teacher laughs, springing on a surprise chem lab for tomorrow. You sigh. The teacher starts to pair you in groups of two. To your astonishment, you’re paired with the cute guy! Then Stiles raises his hand.
“Yes, Mr. Stilinski?” the teacher drawls as if he’s done it a thousand times before.
“Can I be paired with (y/n)?” he squeaks.
The teacher just stares at Stiles like he wish he had the power to explode objects. Or people. Stiles slowly lowers his hand.
You shoot Stiles a confused look. The bell rings and you shrug it off, closing your notebook. Then the cute guy walks by you, giving you a heart stopping smile. “So, it looks like we’re partners,” he says.
You try not read too much into that, like how you really wish you were partners, and return his smile.
“It looks like we are.”
He nods, continuing to walk to the door. “I’m Isaac, by the way,” he says to you before he leaves the room.
“(y/n),” you say in return. He smiles. You grin to yourself, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Scott comes up to you, following you as you move into the hallway. “So, you’re partners with Isaac?”
You grin again. “Yup! How do you know him? He’s so nice!”
Scott frowns. “He’s on lacrosse.”
“Hmmmmm,” you mumble appreciatively. It isn’t long before Stiles is trailing behind you.
“(y/n),” Stiles pants. “Will you be my lab partner?”
You roll your eyes. “Not this time, Stiles.”
You’re about to enter your next classroom. “See you guys later!”
“WAIT! (y/n), you can’t be partners with Isaac,” Scott grabs your arm, stopping you.
“Why not?”
“Um….”
You shrug him off, annoyed now. “That’s what I thought.” You hurry into the room before they can bug you anymore.

The next day, you enter Chem lab excitedly. You take your seat next to Isaac, shooting him a smile. He’s wearing a comfy looking grey sweater today, and you just want to wrap your arms around him and never let go. The whole lab you’re talking pleasantly. You REALLY like this guy. He’s so sweet and nice. But something seems off, like he’s not flirting back.
Then the topic of the Homecoming dance comes up.
“Are you going?” you ask, digging for info.
“I don’t think so. You?”
You try not to let the disappointment show on your face. “I’m not sure. No one has asked me yet.”
“Oh,” Isaac says. He glances at you awkwardly. “You know…Lauren from Economics is going. I don’t think she’s seeing anyone.”
You frown. “Oh,” you echo. “You should ask her then,” you say with false cheerfulness.
“No, I-“ Isaac looks down at his lab paper. “I meant for you.”
It takes a moment for what he says to sink in. “What?”
“You know, because you like girls,” he explains.
“I what?” you gasp. “Who told you that?”
“It’s okay. Danny is gay. You shouldn’t hide it,” Isaac smiles encouragingly.
“Isaac,” you say in a panic.
“Yeah?” He looks at the whiteboard, writing something on his paper.
“I’m not lesbian. I really really like guys,” you say forcefully.
Isaac looks up at you with wide eyes. “You do?”
“Yes! Who told you I didn’t?”
“Um…Scott..?”
“Are you frickin kidding me?” you spit angrily. “That is just like him.”
“So, uh…then, would you go to the Homecoming dance with me?” Isaac asks hopefully.
You grin at him. “I would LOVE to go with you.”

Scott’s POV

When I see (y/n) stomping down the hallway toward me, no werewolf bone in my body feels safe from her wrath.
“Why the hell did you tell Isaac I was lesbian?! Did you tell the whole school?”
I back away from her slowly. “No, I swear. Just him.”
“Why?! You knew I liked him.”
I sigh. How to make her understand? “He’s not…who you think he is.”
“What? An incredible guy who actually likes me?”
“Well,” I hesitate, trailing off.
“Scott, if you ever do that again, I will never speak to you,” She says tearfully. “And by the way, he asked me to the Homecoming dance, and I said yes.” She swings around and hurries away.
Ah, crap.

I quickly find Stiles in the locker room before practice. “Stiles, we have an issue.”
“Don’t think I don’t know,” Stiles says nervously. I look at him confused, until a tall figure walks from behind the lockers. Isaac’s arms are crossed and he does not look happy.

Your POV

The night of the Homecoming dance is finally here and you're just making the final adjustments to your dress when the doorbell rings. You run down the stairs excitedly (as well as you can with heels, so it was more like stumbling) and Aunt Melissa yells for you to be careful. You pull open the front door, breathing heavily. Only, it isn’t Isaac standing there. It’s Stiles. Your shoulders drop and you step aside. “Come in, Stiles,” you say drily.
“Is Isaac here yet?”
“No, why?”
Stiles shrugs and you narrow your eyes at him. “No reason.”
“Scott isn’t here,” you say.
“I know.”
You shake your head and step into the living room to wait for Isaac. Stiles follows you, pacing back and forth.

Isaac’s POV

I tap my fingers against the steering wheel, impatiently waiting for the light to turn green. Scott keeps glancing at me and looking back out the window, which is starting to get on my nerves.
“What Scott?” I finally say. Lydia and Allison are talking loudly in the back, too absorbed in their own conversation to hear ours.
“Nothing,” Scott says innocently.
I sigh heavily. “Look, I really like her. I wouldn’t hurt her,” I look at Scott to make my point.
Scott sinks further into his seat, letting out a breath. “I know, it’s just….she doesn’t know about us. And I don’t want her to.”
I’m silent for a minute. “Scott, she lives here now. She’s bound to find out. I won’t let anything happen to her.”
“Aren’t you worried she’ll be scared of you?” Scott asks quietly. “If she does find out.”
I think about it. “Maybe. But I can’t change who I am.” Then I smirk. “Besides, if she’s scared of me, she’ll be scared of you. And I’m sure that won’t happen,” I shoot Scott a sideways look.
“Anyway,” I finish when Scott just huffs, “I know you won’t let anything happen to her either.”
The light finally turns green and I turn my attention back to the road. I feel Scott’s eyes on me.
“You’re right. I wouldn’t. So you better not break her heart,” He says seriously, then he looks out the window again.
I bite back a smile. Scott practically gave me his blessing.

Your POV

You watch as Stiles paces back and forth, back and forth. “Stiles!” you say exasperated.
He stops briefly. “Yeah?”
“If you don't stop pacing, I swear-“ The doorbell rings again. You hurry to sit up, but Stiles is already racing toward the door. You hear voices, mostly Stile’s and Lydia’s.
When you step anxiously into the foyer, you don’t see Isaac at first. Then Scott smiles at you, stepping aside and Isaac is there, with a pink rose in his hand. He grins, walking up and slipping the rose around your wrist. You meet his gaze a little breathlessly.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs for only you to hear.
“You too,” you smile, then blush at what you said. He chuckles, ducking his head.
Then he slips his hand into yours and you make your way to the car.

The Homecoming Dance is perfect and near the end a slow song comes on. Isaac takes your hand, drawing you close. You rest your head against his chest and his arms slip around your waist.
“Are you having a good time?” he asks, resting his cheek against your hair.
“Mmm hmmmm,” you sigh happily. Then you pull back to look up at him. “You?”
“Definitely. I really like you, (y/n),” he says, looking at you intensely. You suddenly realize you’ve both stopped swaying to the music, simply standing in the middle of the dance floor gazing into each other’s eyes. But you couldn’t care less.
Isaac moves his head down, lips hovering above yours. Your eyes slide shut and he kisses you. You reach up and spread your fingers through his curly hair and his hands tighten around your waist. You deepen the kiss and when he finally pulls away, you’re both breathless. He rests his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling.
“I really like you too,” you whisper.