"Y/N!" My brother shouted. "Let's go! Coach is gonna kill me if I'm late again!"
"Not if I kill you first..." I groaned while walking down the stairs.
Rushing to the jeep, we drove to school an arrived in a matter of minutes.
"It's a Saturday Stiles," I huffed. "Why is he making you practice on a weekend? And why did you drag me along?"
"You wanna stop asking questions or are we going to play Sherlock vs. Watson?" he silenced. "Coach said we need to get our asses together and get ready for varsity, and you're driving us home after."
Pouting in annoyance, I sat down on the bleachers and watched the guys warmed up.
"Alright losers! Get your asses off the bleachers and onto the goddamn field! Devenford isn't going to beat themselves!" Coach yelled. "Except you Greenberg! The hell are you doing here?!"
Rolling my eyes in routine, I pondered into the tragically romantic work that was Shakespeare.
About 10 minutes into my book, something hard hit my temple, making me falter and
"Shit," I heard someone mutter. Turning my head, I saw a boy, about my age, jog towards me.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I- um- yeah. I'm- fine," I muttered, suddenly at a loss for words. His curly, medium-brown hair with mesmerizing blue eyes caught me off guard in an instant. I felt my heart rise up into my throat, beating a rate that would make a hummingbird jealous. I saw his eyes light up as well, gazing into-
"Hey!" Stiles snapped. "You good?"
"I'm fine. Just in- shock. That kinda hurt..." I chuckled lightly.
"I'm so sorry," the boy apologized.
"Really Isaac?" Stiles fumed.
"I'll stay with her," he assured. Walking off, Stiles left me alone with a boy. Who was cute. And hopefully single. Sitting next to me, we began to
"I'm Isaac," he grinned, showing me his perfectly straight and white smile.
"Y/N. I'm Stiles' sister. Twins, to be exact."
"Sorry about your head. I got a little distracted," he shed.
"By what, may I ask?" I queued, getting curiouser and curiouser.
"Some cute girl just caught my attention I guess," he smirked.
"Does this 'some girl' have a name? A description maybe?" I peered, feeling a slight pang of jealousy hit the back of my tongue.
"Long hair, striking eyes, nice smile, average height, twins with a certain-" he paused. "-someone."
As the edges of my lips perked up in a grin, he leaned in towards my lips, feeling our synchronized heartbeats almost pounding out of our chests.
"Isaac!" Stiles roared. "What the hell are you doing?!"
Pecking me on the cheek, Isaac slipped his helmet back on and ran back onto the field.
I guess having a twin did have its perks...
