Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Nine

"Y/n, you really are kind of an idiot, you know that?" Lydia said the next morning. I glared at her.

"Listen, Lyds. How am I supposed to magically know how everyone feels? Although obviously that didn't last long, after we talked, he barely looked at me," I muttered. I picked at my fingers. "To be fair, I'm not about to look at him either. If he's gonna play the ignoring game, I can beat it ten times over," I finish. Lydia groans and flops over on the bed.

"Come on. Haven't you sort of liked him forever now?" Lydia said. I shrugged.

"He's always been in my life. Besides, him being Scott's best friend and everything— it's just weird," I said. Lydia stands and pulls me out of the bed.

"Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna get you all dressed up, and we're going to put you directly in the spotlight. If you see how he feels about you, focus on how you feel about him. That's the one surefire way to know. That, or..." Lydia's face lights up with a devious thought, and she glances off into her closet. She threw some clothes at me. I stared at them for a moment before shaking my head.

"No way, I'm not wearing those boots," I grimaced. She grinned and walked over to me.

—

"I hate you," I said for the fiftieth time as we approached the school. Lydia rolled her eyes and tugged me along. We meet up at Allison's locker.

"Wow Y/n, you look really pretty today," Allison compliments. I sigh, and Lydia claps her hands together.

"So, Scott's coming over? Tonight?" Lydia asked. I look at Allison with wide eyes, and she quickly turns to her locker.

"We're just studying together," Allison reassures. I put my hands up.

"Girl, you do what you'd like," I say back.

"Yea! "Just studying" never ends with just studying. It's like getting into a hot tub-- somebody eventually cops a feel," Lydia said. I groan.

"On second thought, do what you'd like— without me knowing. Thank you!" I said sweetly. Lydia nods behind me, and I turn back. Scott and Stiles are staring in our direction. Stiles has a pleasant expression on his face, and we lock eyes. His face turns a little more serious, and I quickly look away. My heart beating a little bit faster. I wasn't sure if that was anxiety or something else... I zone out of Lydia and Allison's conversation.

"Oh, God! you really like him, don't you?" Lydia said as Allison closes her locker, snapping me back to attention.

"Well, he's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan-- no boyfriends 'til college. I just move too much. But... then, I met him, and... he was different. I-I don't know. I can't explain it," Allison said. I smile kindly, and Lydia scoffs.

"I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine," Lydia said plainly. I roll my eyes.

"She means, it's only natural," I clarify, bumping Lydia with my elbow.

"I'll tell you what to do. When's he coming over?" Lydia asked. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn around.

"Stiles," I breathe out. He gulps and looks at me. Lydia stares at us for a moment.

"Y/n, remember! You have a date with that guy I told you about today!" She calls, pulling Allison away from us. My eyes widen, and I look back at Stiles shaking my head.

"I have no idea what she's talking about," I laugh shakily. His eyebrows furrowed, and he shrugs.

"Scott wanted me to let you know that he won't be home after school to-"