You were studying for tomorrow's "pop quiz" that Couch told your class about. As much as you loved the man, you hated his class. No matter how many times you wanted to transfer to another class, your parents went "it's good for you. All of your friends are in it". You even explained to them that you wouldn't go to detention as often. Your mother already knew it was mostly Stiles, saying "the boy has always been a little bit of trouble, ever since he was in diapers". Any excuse, they had a reason for you to stay. Now that they're going to be gone for the next three weeks, you had to wait to ask them again.
Not to mention the fact you had to deal with this and the supernatural. So. Much. Fun.
After a while it was time for a snack break. Grabbing some of (f/s) and putting in on a (plate/bowl/napkin). The house was completely silent which could be a good thing or terrifying...it is Beacon Hills after all.
Deciding that it was, too, quite, you went turn on the Tv for some background noise.
But instead was interrupted by a knock at the front door. It was a ten thirty, but Stiles and Scott have stopped over at a later time, so it wasn't anything unusual.
You opened the door, expecting one of them to on the other side. Only it wasn't either. It was Issac Lahey.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" You asked confused. He rarely talks to you and when he does it's either insults or pick-up lines.
"Der-Derek kicked m-me out. I-I-I was w-wondering i-if I could sta-stay here?" His stuttering caused you to worry. Derek kicking him out was terrible sure, but him stuttering like this meant something really bad happened.
"Of course! Come inside while I clean up the guest room" you instructed, guiding him over to the couch.
You gave him the remote tell him to watch whatever he wanted, while you were cleaning. It wasn't a mess per say, it was mostly clean. Just a pile of various items in the corner of the room that your parents didn't know what to do with. Some would say it's childish, but not knowing where to put them yourself, you stuff everything under the bed and closet. Hoping and praying he'd never look under or in them.
"Okay, it's basically clean. Just don't like in the closet....or under the bed" you nervously laughed.
He still didn't look at you. Just sat there with his head hanging, stressfully rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't turn on the Tv, even though the remote was still in his hand.
"Do you want to tell me what happened? Or is it still, too, soon?" You questioned him as lightly as possible. Taking a seat next to him.
There was a pause. Neither one of you said anything. Noticing he's neck was extremely red and on the verge of bleeding, you grabbed hand. Bringing it down to his lap. He squeezed it a little bit, not wanting to hurt you. This action caused you to start rubbing his knuckles in hopes of some comfort.
"He through a bottle at me" he whispered. He started crying, trying to form words, but he couldn't for a minute. You pulled him into a hug, whispering 'it's okay' over and over again. As his hands dug into your back, afraid of letting go.
"I-I don't know what I did" he sobbed.
"You didn't do anything wrong. He did. Not you. What he did was wrong. He knows about your past, and even if he didn't that doesn't give him the right to do that. You have to understand that none of this is your fault" you reassured.
He buried his head into you the crown of your neck. You could feel his tears soaking your t-shirt.
"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" You said more-so then asked.
He nodded, slowly letting go of you. He wiped his tears away. You gently placed your hand in his once again, leading him to his new room.
"Here you go" you stopped at the door.
He walked in only to stop at the edge of the bed.
"Something wrong?" You asked.
"Can you stay with me? Just for tonight" he wondered. Looking you straight in the eyes with his puffy blood shoot pair.
"Of course"
The next few weeks went by smoothly. He helped around the house, making sure he wasn't a bother. Despite you reassuring him he wasn't multiple times. When you parents returned home they were upset at first, but then welcomed him with open arms as soon as they heard what happened.
"Hey, (Y/n)" Issac called, running past fellow students in order to reach you.
"Wow, easy there. You're going to fall" you laughed. He shrugged with one of his famous smirks on his face.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" He asked.
"Not that I know of, why?"
He bit his lip, bouncing from the heel of his foot to his toes, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Would you go out with me? Like a date?" He asked.
"I'd love to!" You said, a little, too, loudly for your liking. Realizing just how loud you were, you coved you're month in embarrassment.
"Be ready by five, Princess"
