"ISAAC, take your hands off my sister!" Isaac Lahey x Reader

Being Followed

*Sam's p.o.v*

I woke from my glorious sleep to my alarm clock going off at an annoying tone, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. God why do I have to go to school! I hate mornings. I shuffled my way out my bedroom door and took in my surroundings, slowly becoming more awake now that I was standing up walking around and not curled up in my blankets where I should rightfully be.

I looked across the hall from my doorway, to the guest bedroom where Isaac was now staying, dead asleep. Hmm. An idea sparked inside my head. A particularly mischievous one.

The next thing I knew I was quietly turning the doorknob, kicking in the door, and busting in his room.

"GOOD MORNING LAHEY!"

"A-AAArghhhhmmm!" Isaac groaned into his pillow as I jumped onto the side of the bed. "Saaaaaam! Noooooo!" He groaned.

"Yesss, Lahey we have school. Very important. Must attend to graduate. C'mon let's go." I said, getting no reply, just a still body, still laying face down on his pillow.

"Lahey?" I asked, getting no response.

"Lahey??" Nothing.

"ISAAC!" I said, pulling a Scott. He jolted right  up.

"Jesus! I'm up. I'm up." He replied gruffly, morning voice heavily dripping through his voice.

Satisfied, I sat down at the foot of the bed as he got out from underneath the covers and was standing up.

He turned to look at me and sassily crossed his arms, and narrowed his eyes at me.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You're evil." He replied back, and a big grin replaced the confused look on my face.

"Thank you." I replied back, and he smirked back at me.

Now that I wasn't preoccupied with brutally aggravating the poor boy, I was able to drink in his appearance. His body. His very shirtless body, with his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. And his semi-sculpted chest and ab muscles- oh my I need to calm down.

"Sam?" Isaac asked with a smug look on his face. Oh no, I don't like that look.

"Mhm? I managed to squeak out.

"My eyes are up here sweetheart."

And that comment was more than enough to bring me back to reality.

"I know that." I said, at a loss for snarky remarks.

"Okay then what are you looking at?" He asked.

"Oh don't flatter yourself Lahey. I wasn't looking at anything." I replied back, crossing my arms, and shooting myself up from my sitting position on the edge of his bed, making my way to the door.

"Mhm, because you definitely weren't checking me out just then."

"No."

"No?"

"I wasn't!" I said, getting slightly red in the face at his insinuations that I may or may not have been guilty of.

"Right."

I scoffed, and walked out the door, and back into my room to get ready for school.

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I heard Stiles pull in the driveway as I was finishing putting on my mascara.

"Scott, Isaac! Stiles is in the driveway!" I yelled, getting no response from either of the boys.