"C'mon guys!" Stiles whined, looking around at his group of friends who were currently scattered around Scott's house, completely ignoring each other while they tapped away at their phones. "Lets do something fun!" 

"This is fun," You mumbled, not even bothering to look up from phone as you spoke. 

Stiles sighed deeply, collapsing onto the couch, "Lets play truth or dare." 

Scott scoffed at his best friend, "Really, Stiles? You know how that stupid game ends. No one wants to do the dares, and truths are boring." 

Everyone in the room agreed with Scott, this leading Stiles to huffing in annoyance as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

"Well then what do you want to do?" He asked. "And no phones." 

"Lets play seven minutes in heaven." Isaac says, dropping his phone into his lap. 

You huffed out a breath of laughter, shaking your head at the boy. "Right. And that's just giving you an excuse to kiss every girl in the room, isn't it?" 

"Oh please," Isaac laughed. "That's not even half true. I would never want to kiss you." 

See, the thing was, Isaac and yourself have never really gotten along, but since you were both friends with the same group of people you had no choice but to be around him. You couldn't quite figure out why you hated him so much, or why he hated you, you just... couldn't stand him. 

But there was another thing. As much as you hated the boy, you couldn't help but have some sort of feelings toward him. The whole ordeal confused you, quite frankly. 

"Aright, guys," Stiles interjected, ignoring Isaac and yourself. "Lets play, then!" 

When no one declined, he urged everyone to form a circle on the floor, and you took a seat next to Lydia, this spot just happening to be right across from Isaac. He smirked at you, winking before letting his attention fall on Stiles again. 

"I think (Y/n) and Isaac should go first." 

You almost choked on air, eyes wide as you gaped at Stiles. "What? No!" 

"C'mon. We all know you have a secret thing for Isaac."

You held your ground, shaking your head vigorously as you crossed your arms over your chest. Swiftly, Stiles scampered over to you, his hand clasping around your wrist as he hauled you onto your feet and over to a closet.

As Stiles shoved you in, you could see Isaac standing there smirking, immediately entering the dark space once Stiles moved out of the way.

"Now, don't get too carried away you two." Stiles joked, laughing to himself as he closed the closet door.

You were left there, standing in awfully close proximity with someone you couldn't stand. His hot breath hit your face every so often,  all the while you couldn't wait for these seven minutes to end. 

"So, you gonna confess your undying love for me?" Isaac asked, and you could almost picture the smirk on his lips. 

You wanted to reach up and slap him, quite honestly. But you forced yourself to keep your hands by your side, fingers curled up into a tight fist. Not only were you holding back your anger, you were also trying to hold back exactly what he just said. Your undying love for him. 

You let out a sigh, figuring why the hell not? 

"Okay," You say, tilting your head to look up at Isaac. "I love you." 

You could see him laugh down at you, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out if you were being serious or not. Fed up with him laughing in your face, you push yourself up onto your tip toes and let your lips settle softly against his own. 

"I love you." You whispered.

"I... I think I love you too." He whispered back, pressing you closer to him as he smiled against your lips.