Issac sat on your shared couch. The clock ticked 12am, and you weren't home. You and Issac werent dating, but he was a little bit obsessed with you. Issac watched as you walked in the door, clasping his hands together as his dark and eerily calm eyes locked on you.

"Where have you been."

Issac questioned, getting up and walking slightly closer. Issac towered over you, his breath long and deep. Fuck, he was crazy for you.