Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Eleven

"Guys?"
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"Kids, get up!" I snap awake to my mom yelling at us. I was laying sideways on the couch downstairs. Scott was sprawled out on the floor next to me, and Stiles' head was leaning against my legs. The two boys startled awake. I yawned.

"Jesus, Mom. Didn't need to scare me half to death," I murmured, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Stiles stretched, one of his hands bopping my head. I grunted, and he gave me a goofy grin. I rolled my eyes, as Scott turned to me.

"How are you feeling?" He asked concerned. Our mom sighed and walked out of the room, content that we were now all awake. I smile, and throw my legs around in front of me, knocking Stiles in the back. He groaned.

"Come on, Y/n," he muttered. I grinned. Scott pulled me up, and I clapped him on the back.

"I'm good, I promise," I said. He pointed at my shirt, and I lifted it up, revealing my abdomen. A nasty bruise had surfaced overnight. Stiles hissed as he inhaled quickly.

"That doesn't look good," he said. I shrugged.

"I really don't feel it if I don't move," I said jokingly. Stiles frowned, and Scott sighed, patting my back. "Let's get ready for school. Yay," I muttered, as I walk towards the bathroom.

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I walk up to Allison, as she's about to open her locker. I hand her a bag with a bow on it. She looks at me with wide eyes.

"Oh no," she said. I raise my eyebrows, and she shakes her head out of her thoughts. "That's not what I meant. How do you know it's my birthday?" She asked. I point over to Lydia's locker. Even though she wasn't there, Allison got the idea. She sighed, and I patted her back.

"I'm not a big fan of my birthday either, but Happy Birthday nonetheless. It's not a lot but," I offer it to her again. She smiles lightly at me, and she opens it. A new leather jacket sits in the bag. Her eyes widened.

"Wow, Y/n! Thank you! This is awesome!" She said, wrapping her arms around me. I grunted in pain as she hugged me tightly. I pat her back, and she turns to open her locker. Balloons come out of it, and she sighs, quickly trying to stuff them back in her locker. I take my pen, and I quietly pop them one by one.

"Whoa, is today your birthday?" Scott appears behind us. Allison jumped back, and I turned back to my brother.

"No, no, uh no!" I raise my eyebrow at her response again. She sighs, "Yes." Scott gave me an accusatory look.

"You didn't tell me?!" He exclaimed. I shrugged.

"Listen, Lydia just told me the other day," I offered.

"Please don't tell anybody. I don't even know how Lydia found out," Allison said desperately. Scott touched her arm, and I took it as my cue to get to class. I looked back for a moment, and I see Allison looking at the ground. I go to look back, but I bump into someone's chest. I groan in pain again. This is really just not my day...

"Jeez, Y/n, you gotta be more careful," Stiles scolds me. He looks like he's about to approach Scott, and I grab his shoulder.

"Don't— they're having a moment," I whisper. Stiles looked at me for a moment, and I spin him around, and we both walk to our Chem class. I look back one more time and see Scott walking towards the doors with Allison. I smile to myself, and open the doors. Stiles and I take our seat behind Danny, and Stiles immediately begins reading. I took out my book and began reading, ignoring the world around me. After a while, a hand appears on our table.