Anyone in the McCall pack could tell you that Y/N was a shy girl. She hardly spoke to anyone besides Scott and Stiles. The two boys knew almost everything about their friend. But everyone else couldn't even tell you her birthday. No one really knew why she was so reserved, not even Stiles and Scott.
Even though Y/N was shy, she inhabited a small crush for Isaac Lahey. They'd never had a deep conversation because every time Y/N attempted to start talking to him, she'd stumble over her words or completely forget what they were talking about. Every morning she'd stare down the hall, just admiring the tall boy who had some weird scarf fetish.
He was just drop dead gorgeous. Isaac was just that guy; the one that could make literally any girl swoon. Y/N sighed in admiration as she watched him talk to some guy on the lacrosse team. Behind her, a locker slammed shut, taking her out of her daydreaming. She jumped as the loud sound rang in her ears. "Stiles!" Y/N turned around and scolded her best friend.
"Are you ever going to ask him out?" Stiles sighed, zipping up his backpack and shrugging it onto his shoulder.
Y/N stuttered. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
The two began walking down the hallway so they could get to Economics with Coach Finstock. "Scarf boy, Y/N. You're always looking at him, why don't you just ask him out already?"
Stiles looked down at Y/N as they walked. Y/N sighed and looked down at her shoes. "I just..."
"You just what?"
"I've never had a boyfriend." She mumbled playing with the long necklace that Lydia told her fit the outfit she was wearing perfectly.
Stiles stopped dead in his tracks causing Y/N to look behind her as she realized he stopped walking. "You've n-never ha-had a boyfriend?"
Y/N shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's really embarrassing. I've never even been kissed and it's not exactly something I like to share, either."
"No, no, no. It's not that." Stiles put his hands on her arms and rubbed up and down in a comforting manner. "It's that I'm surprised. You're absolutely perfect. You're unbelievably smart, you're an amazing friend, trustworthy, hilarious, and absolutely breathtaking."
"Not even."
"Don't argue with me on this, Y/N. I mean it when I say you're beautiful." Stiles grinned.
Y/N smiled softly. "Thanks, Stiles."
"Tell you what. I'll teach you." He swung his arm over her shoulder and continued their way to class.
"Teach me what?"
Stiles scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Well, I have some experience when it comes to relationships and you know... smooching. Maybe I could help?"
"So you mean you're going to teach me how to kiss?" Her eyebrows furrowed at the wild offer.
"Only if you want to. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." In all honesty, Stiles was hoping, praying that she would accept. For a few months Stiles has been harboring some serious feelings for his best friend. These new feelings towards Y/N just sprung on him.
When Stiles' view of Y/N changed, he was still working on his ten year plan with Lydia. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't see it working. He doesn't feel that way anymore. The only girl he can see himself with is Y/N. She's the one for him.
Y/N continued thinking about Stiles' offer. It makes sense. Y/N would have experience with a guy and it could boost her chances with Isaac. She would be more confident in herself. And maybe it would give her closure for the teeny tiny feelings she has for the sarcastic boy.
