You look down to see Stiles standing at the door, his bag slung over his shoulder. He must feel you staring at him, because he looks up and waves. A grin gracing his lips, he raises his hand to wave at you. You go to wave back when you release you are standing at your window with no clothes on, Stiles must realize this too, because a blush appears on his face.

Stiles stammers out, "Y/n, why are you naked?" He looks down at the ground. Typical Stiles to look away instead of stare at you while you were naked. Most guys would have stared.

"Sorry Stiles, I forgot I wasn't wearing anything. Give me a second and I'll get dressed. You can go ahead and come inside." You pull back into your room, as you hear the front door open and then closed. Grabbing your clothes that are scattered around the room, you hastily pull them on. Isaac staring at you, with an eyebrow raised.

"Why did you do that? You knew you weren't wearing any clothes." Isaac says, a pout on his face.

"Really Isaac, you think I purposely did that. Stiles and I are friends, I would have no reason to show off my boobs to him." You shook your head at him. You couldn't believe him, saying you had done that on purpose. You brush past him, and make your way downstairs. Stiles has already set up all his books and papers on the table in the dining room.

He looks up as you enter the room, and gives you a smile, a blush still staining his cheeks. "Hey y/n, sorry about seeing you naked." His tone is meek and apologetic. It wasn't like he had done it on purpose.

You place a hand on his arm and let out a chuckle. "Stiles, it's okay. It was my fault anyways. Besides it not like you looked that long."

Stiles lets out a laugh before dropping his gaze away from you. "I didn't need to, I got a good look."

Isaac chooses that time to enter the room and glares at Stiles. "Really, you were checking out my girlfriend. I always knew you wanted her."

Stiles stares at Isaac, his mouth hanging open. "I...I…wasn't checking her out. We are just friends."

You turn to glare at Isaac. "Really? You are being a jerk. Stiles wasn't checking me out, He doesn't want me. God you are ridiculous. Maybe you should leave."

Isaac looks at you, a confused and upset look on his face. "But why should I leave? You are mine, I don't want other guys look at you. How do I know that you guys won't do something if I leave?"

You had had enough at this point. You point at the door and yell at Isaac. "Get Out Now."

Isaac looks at you and starts to say something. You shake your head at him. "Don't want to hear it, get out." Isaac glares at you and then at Stiles before storming out.

You sit down at the table and look at Stiles, tears forming in your eyes. Why couldn't Isaac trust you, he knew that you and Stiles were just friends. Stiles looks at you, before standing up, and giving you a hug. "I'm sorry y/n." You hug him back, mumbling into his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault. It was Isaac being jealous. Let's just forget it and do homework."

Stiles gives you a squeeze before sitting down. You and he do your project for the next few hours, before he leaves to go home and have dinner with his dad.

You hear a knock on the door as you are getting ready to make something for dinner. You answer the door, to see Isaac standing there with a bouquet of flowers.

"I am so sorry y/n. You were right I was being a jerk. I love you, and I do trust you. I know that Stiles doesn't want to be with you, and that he wasn't checking you out. Please tell me you forgive me."

You stare at Isaac for a few minutes, before nodding your head." I forgive you, but don't let it happen again." He quickly nods his head and then wraps you in a hug, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

"I love y/n. I'm just scared you are going to realize you can do so much better than me and leave me." He mutters sadly in your hair.

You wrap your arms around him tighter." I couldn't do any better than you. I promise I'm not going to leave you. I love you Isaac."