"I'm so sorry." The phrase, whispered in your boyfriend's voice, just keeps ringing in your head over and over again. How could this have happened? Everything had been just fine a few weeks ago, but now... Well now he wasn't actually your boyfriend anymore.
"I don't love her. I want to be with you." Stiles had said this with such conviction that you'd almost given in, but then there was something in your gut telling you not to believe him.
You park your car in the apartment complex where your best friend, Isaac lived. When he had come back from France, he had moved into his own place. Technically Chris Argent lived there as well, but given that Argent was out looking for Kate with the Calaveras, Isaac basically lived on his own. You quickly find your way up to his door and knock softly, sniffling and trying to wipe your tears away before Isaac can open the door.
"Hey." Isaac swings the door open with that wide, dimpled grin of his on his face, but that smile immediately fades away when he sees the state you're in. "Oh my God, Y/N, what's wrong? Isaac quickly reaches forward and pulls you into the apartment.
"Stiles che... cheated on me." You mumble out, trying to keep your eyes at bay while you sat down on the couch in the living room.
Isaac, who had just sat down, stands right back up. "I'm going to kill him." Isaac starts pacing. "He hurt you, and I'm going to hurt him in return."
"Isaac..." You start shaking your head while bringing your hands up to cover your face. You were feeling all kinds of vulnerable, and all you wanted was for Isaac to listen to you and to help you. You didn't want him to beat up Stiles.
That wouldn't help you at all.
Isaac stops pacing. He looks down at you, and he can easily see how broken you feel. It was obvious how much pain you were going through, and there he was, just making it worse. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry." Isaac tells you as he sits back down and wraps his left arm around you, rubbing your arm up and down with his left hand, while his right hand reaches forward and takes a hold of your hand and squeezing it. "Talk to me. Tell me what happened."
You take a few seconds to gather yourself before shaking your head to yourself. "It was Malia." You glance over at Isaac's face, but you immediately look away when you see the pity in his eyes. Those cerulean blue eyes were quite literally the window into his soul. There was that saying that people wore their heart on their sleeve, but with Isaac, every bit of emotion he felt could be seen in his eyes at any given time.
"Why would he cheat with Malia when he had you? She left him, and he moved on." Isaac grinds his teeth together, locking his jaw tightly afterwards.
You shrug your shoulders noncommittal-like while shaking your head. "I suppose he never got over her, no matter what he says." You roll your eyes to yourself. I want to be with you. His words sound off in your head again.
"What did he say to you?" Isaac questions you, still holding your body close to his.
"The usual." You roll your eyes again before continuing. "He told me that it was a moment of weakness, and that he just let himself get too comfortable with her. He was sorry, and he'd do anything to make it up to me... He loves me. Not her." You turn your head and purse your lips while looking into Isaac's eyes, lifting your eyebrows in the process.
Isaac rolls his eyes back. "So, screw him." He shrugs his shoulders while locking his eyes on yours.
"See, the problem is that apparently he'd rather screw Malia." You open your eyes wide before letting them return to normal.
"At least you're making jokes..." Isaac teases you.
You take a deep breath, lifting your shoulders and letting them drop as you let the air out of your body. "I just don't want to cry or be angry right now." You pout your lips at Isaac.
Isaac can't help but smile a little bit. "How am I supposed to comfort you when you look so cute?" Isaac asks you, lifting his chin up and smirking at you. "It makes me want to do something entirely different with you."
You raise your eyebrows at Isaac's forwardness. Truth was, there had been something between you and Isaac before there was a you and Stiles. But, Isaac had felt like he still needed more time to heal after Allison, and by the time he was ready, you had already moved on with Stiles. You hadn't known when Isaac would be ready, or if he really ever would be, and you did like Stiles. You two had fit together nicely, but there was always something off about the two of you...
After Malia came back about a month ago, what was missing had become quite apparent. Stiles still loved her, and he wasn't anymore ready to be in a relationship with you than Isaac had been.
"I'm sorry I didn't wait for you." You whisper to Isaac. "If I made you feel any bit like I do right now, I can't imagine why you're being so nice to me." You lift your hand to caress Isaac's cheek, leaving your hand there just long enough to rub your thumb along his defined cheekbone. Then, you let your hand drop back down into your lap.
Isaac shakes his head, holding your gaze. "I could never be mean to you." Isaac pauses before licking his lips quickly, giving him a second to think of what he was going to say next. "I understood why you couldn't wait then. It was a difficult situation for both of us."
"But I hurt you?" You let your eyes search Isaac's, trying to find a hint of what's he's thinking deep in that mind of his, but for the first time, you can't see it in his eyes. It's not there, and that fact scares you more than anything.
"I didn't blame you. I never have." Isaac tells you quietly while shaking his head slowly. "I'm sorry I wasn't ready befor."
"There's a sorry for everyone tonight." You joke before biting your bottom lip and gathering the courage to ask your next question. "It's probably completely unfair for me to ask, but will you wait for me now? Just until I can not want to breakdown at the thought of Stiles." You go back to biting your lip, nervously awaiting Isaac's answer.
"Of course I'll wait." A smile slowly covers Isaac's face. "What do you think I've been doing for the last four months?" He asks you in a sly whisper, that grin covering his face again.
You can't help the smile that pulls at the corners of your lips. You couldn't believe that Isaac had waited for you this long, let alone that he had agreed to continue doing so.
"For right now, will you just hold me though?" You ask him.
"I'd love nothing more." You and Isaac lean back and lay down on the couch. Isaac reaches behind him, reaching for the blanket on the back of the couch, and laying it over the both of you.
You let yourself settle backwards, forming to Isaac's body for a few seconds, your head resting on the small pillow there while Isaac drapes his arm around your waist. After a few more seconds, you turn your body to face Isaac. You take a few seconds to look into his eyes before leaning in and softly kissing his lips.
When you pull back, Isaac has a soft smile on his face.
"What was that for?" He wraps his arm around you a little tighter, bringing your body a inch or so closer to his own.
"It's just a thank you for now." You bite your lip, letting the smile pulling at your mouth form. "In a few weeks though, it'll mean a lot more." You let Isaac look at your smiling face or a second before burying your face in his chest, letting Isaac wraps his arms more fully around you, and let yourself fade off into sleep.
