“Next time you do that— I’ll personally rip your throat out with my teeth.” You grit as you shove Isaac’s back against a wall.

He’d really pissed you off this time— telling Scott that you’d been planning against him. Even though Scott was your brother.

“Come on stiles— we’re leaving.” You mutter as you turn around to face your boyfriend, who is stood with a small proud smirk on his lips, with his arms crossed over his chest.

After all, he was watching his girl stand her ground.