Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Stiles -Jealous (ns)

"I'm just saying, Ewan McGregor is far much better than Liam Neeson." I state as I and my boyfriend Stiles walk through the hallway in school, heading to our lockers.

"What? Tell me one movie where Ewan McGregor was actually great." He retorts.

"Uh, Mortdecai, The Impossible, Star Wars, Mouline Rouge and don't even get me started on Trainspotting..." I speak, looking at him as he rolls his eyes. "Alright Liam Neeson is a great actor too. You go talk to Scott, I'll wait for you at my locker." I tell him, placing a kiss to his cheek before walking to my locker.

"Lust for life... lust for life..." I hum the song's lyrics quietly as I remember the scenes from one of my favorite movies. Okay, just admit it, Ewan McGregor is a great actor... he's good, he's attractive and he's also funny, from what I've heard. On the other hand, Liam Neeson isn't bad himself, even if he apparently can't keep his daughter safe and she gets kidnapped like 36 times a week. Oh, you know who's actually really good? Florence Pugh. I've seen a movie with Stiles some weeks ago, Midsommar, and I swear to god it was the most uncomfortable, scary, strange, wonderful horror movie I've ever seen. Stiles didn't like it, there were too many sacrifices and weird girls putting spells on horny men. Just the usual...
I open my locker, shoving my math book inside. I hate math, my brain is just totally not made for it. My biology book soon followed as I closed the iron door of the locker, jumping when I notice someone is standing next to me. Oh god, it's Theo. Since he arrived, he's been staring at me the whole time whenever he was around. He's hot, I'm not gonna lie, but he kinda scares me when he just plants his eyes on me and never leaves me.

"Hi Theo..." I say trying to be as nicest as possible. He smiles.

"Hey (Y/n), listen, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go grab some coffee later." He smirks. Doesn't he know I have a boyfriend?

"You mean, like friends?" I ask him. He tilts his head.

"I wouldn't mind a real date with you, (Y/n)."

"Sorry Theo, I have a boyfriend." I hate saying these words. Stiles lets me hang out with boys, he trusts me and I trust him. He regularly spends time with Lydia, or Malia, and I don't mind. But I never go on dates of course. I love Stiles.

"Yeah, I know I know. But he doesn't need to know." He moves closer, trying to brush my hair behind my ear, but someone stops him from behind me.

"Hands off Theo, thank you." Stiles hisses.

"Easy babe, I've got this." I reassure him. He lets go of Theo's hand and I clear my throat. "Thank you for your invite Theo, but I'm happy with my boyfriend. Have a nice day." I say as I grab my boyfriend's arm and drag him away.

"You sounded like an old lady." He mocks me.

"And you sounded jealous..." I wink at him. He sighs. "Don't worry, you're very hot when you act all jealous and stuff."

"Well, and you're hot when you act like an old lad- no ok I've gone too far." He giggles blushing and I laugh warmly at him. "I meant, you're always hot." He says, planting a kiss on my forehead as we walk through the hall.