enemies to lovers

Rebound

Y/N'S POV:

"We're not dating, I don't even care about her" Stiles says, and I feel my heart shatter into one million pieces.

I thought he saw me as more than a fuck buddy, I thought he liked me. I suppose I was wrong.

I run off embarrassed but not because my brother had just caught me but because I was naive enough to think Stiles Stilinski cared about me. I ran all the way home tears beginning to flood my eyes as I reach my bedroom as I slam the door shut and slide down the wall crying so much it was difficult to breath. I felt so broken that I was almost numb.

STILES'S POV: 

"We're not dating, I don't even care about her" I say and instantly I regret it.

I just said I didn't care about her and that couldn't be further from the truth. I hoped she didn't hear me even though I knew she had I see her run off and I know I've messed up.

"My sister really Stiles" Scott says unimpressed.

"I don't know I panicked I don't mean that I care about her so much Scott" I explain.

"Look you're my best friend and I want what's best for you but you've really fucked up" Scott threatens.

"I know" I say my voice quiet.

"I've got to go make it up to her" I say rushing away from Scott trying to find y/n so I can explain that I just panicked.

"Hey Lydia, Alisson do you know where y/n is" I say quickly.

"Stiles calm down you look like your about to pass out" Lydia says.

"Just tell me if you have seen y/n" I say growing more frustrated.

"I don't think so" she says, and I walk off immediately needing to find y/n.

I look all-round the school and can't manage to find her.

"God where is that girl" I mumble to myself getting more and more worried about her.

I jump into my jeep and drive to her house so fast I probably have a speeding ticket. When I arrive at her house, I unlock the door with the spare key I got made for when I need Scott in the middle of the night, so I don't have to climb through his window. I burst into her room to see her in hysterics and guilt fills every bone in my body.

"Y/n please let me explain" I beg tears starting to roll down my cheeks.

"Explain what how you don't care about me, or about how you're a liar or better yet about how you're just using me as a fuck toy" she shouts.

"It's not like that y/n" I say.

"Get out" she says angrily.

"Y/n plea-" I start to say before being cut off.

"GET OUT" she screams.

"I'm sorry" I whisper as I leave her room wondering how I have managed to fuck up this bad.

Y/N'S POV:

I pick up my phone to see countless messages and missed calls from Stiles.

Missed call - Stiles (7)

Stiles: Please answer my calls

Stiles: I didn't mean it

Stiles: I'm sorry y/n

A tub of ice cream, a lot of hugs from my mum, a playlist of independent bad bitch songs and a shit load of crying later. I was finally able to get myself to leave my bedroom.

It had been two days since everything that had happened with me, and Stiles and I hadn't been to school since let alone left my bedroom. Scott would come in after school to tell me that Stiles didn't mean it and that he was sorry always asking me if I was ok, but I didn't care about his pity. This was proving to be quite difficult though no matter how much I told myself I didn't need him I still always felt like I did, like I would never feel this way for somebody else. This meant I was going to need some help getting over him, a distraction. Not the kind of distraction where you go out with your friends the kind where you find a new boy a rebound I guess and boy I was ready.

*the next day*

I got up at once as I heard my alarm turning it off and I got straight into the shower the hot water soothing me as it hit my body and got dressed. I changed into a black strapless top and a pair of light blue skinny ripped jeans an outfit that was purposefully a little more revealing than I would normally ever wear. I do my makeup adding a bit extra concealer to cover my dark circles evidence of my late nights and overlining my lips more than usual and adding gloss. I do my hair curling it loosely and look in the mirror I feel confident and I'm ready to face Stiles.

I walk into school and see Stiles staring at me but that's not the only person staring at me Isaac is too along with plenty of other horny teenage boys probably due to my outfit. I seize my opportunity to find my rebound and look back at Isaac winking to show I noticed him staring. He smiles at me as I sit down at the back of the class his eyes following me.

When the class is near to ending, he turns around and gives me a note that says: Hey y/n meet me after school and btw you look really pretty today. He watches me read it and gives me a look wondering if ill agree, I look at him and nod seeing him smile and turn around. Stiles's eyes are glued to us watching our every move and I can tell he is jealous which eggs me on even more. Once the class had finished, I stand up and walk over to Isaac whispering in his ear that I am excited for after school and blowing a kiss before walking off and just like I thought Stiles watched me the whole time.

I sit in English thinking about everything and anything. I feel happy I guess but it just doesn't feel right flirting with Isaac because I'm flirting with him for all the wrong reasons. It always felt natural with Stiles like it was right. Great now I'm thinking about Stiles again god I need to get over him.