Stiles Stilinski x Reader. (Rewrite of the series: season 2)

Chapter 8*

(Third POV) Hale House

"Derek, I know you can hear me. You owe me an explanation! I wanna know why it-why it didn't work!" Jackson yells in front of the Hale house. "Screw it." He then says, barging into the house. When he enters it, he can see guns being pointed at him. "Holy--!" he yelps, putting his hands in the air.

"Wait." Chris yells at his men. "What happened to him?" Jackson says, pointing to someone on the ground. "That's a good question. I got one for you-- what are you doing here, Jackson?" Chris asks, making Jackson nervous.

"Um, nothing. I was-I was-I was just-- nothing, I—" Jackson stammers. "Jackson, I hope you're not still pursuing something that you shouldn't be... Because I don't want to be forced to pursue you." Chris warns. When he sees that Jackson isn't going to answer him, he sighs.

"Stay out of this. You've got so much good in your life. You're smart, good-looking, you're captain of the lacrosse team..." Chris says, which is interrupted by Jackson. "...Co-captain." He mutters.

(Stiles POV) Boyd house

I'm knocking on Boyd's front door, yelling for him to open it up. "Hey, Boyd? Hey, Boyd? It's Stiles. Oh—" I yell, stopping when I see Erica standing behind me. "Wow." I mumble, seeing how good she looked. Of course, she didn't look as pretty as y/n, but she still looked amazing.

"What are you doing here, Stiles?" She asks me, walking a bit closer. "Uh, nothing. I was just looking for, um—" I begin mumbling nervously, which she interrupts. "Boyd?" She asks me flirtatiously. "Yeah. Yes. Boyd." I say, awkwardly scratching the back of my neck.

"You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny? You're only looking in my eyes." She says, clearly amused. "That's funny?" I asks, trying to keep my eyes on hers. "Well, yeah... Because it's that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes... But you want to, don't you? You want a nice, long, hard... look." She says, making me gulp.

"Not really, no." I say nervously. "Oh... So, it's just my eyes?" Erica then asks in disbelief. "Yes. You have beautiful eyes." I state, rolling my eyes a little. "I have beautiful everything." She then says, which makes me raise my eyebrows at her.

"And a new-found self-confidence. Congratulations, Erica. I should get going." I say, trying to get past her. "You're not going anywhere." She then says, stepping in front of me again. "Why not?" I ask confused. "...You're having car trouble." She then says, smacking me in the head, which makes everything go black.

(Your POV) Ice Rink

Scott and I walk onto the Ice rink, seeing Boyd cleaning the ice. We walk over, Scott running on the ice with his shoes. I put one foot on the ice to test it out and then sigh in relief. It is still slippery, but it is way less slippery with our shoes. I start to run to where Scott is standing.

"Boyd, I just wanna talk..." He says, but Boyd just ignore us. "Hey, come on. Boyd, please." I say, wanting to get off this ice as soon as possible. "Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons-- I mean everything." Scott then asks, this makes him look at us.

"He told me about the Hunters." He says, stopping his cleaning machine. "And that's not enough for you to say no? Whatever you want, there's other ways to get it." Scott says, making me nod in agreement. "I just wanna not each lunch alone every day." Boyd then says, making my heart ache a little. "You can eat with us! Problem solved!" I say, trying to give him a reason not to go to Derek.