Stiles Stilinski Imagines

~stiles~ fostering (smut)

Six fucking thirty in the morning, that damn intruding alarm sound wakes me up to get ready for school. I am so not used to this, for most of my life i was homeschooled, well whatever homeschooling is to my alcoholic mother and never-present father. Though i got by, the local library always let me check out more than the given limit so my extent of knowledge reached some depths that aren't even talked about in most schools. With that being said, two months into my Junior year and i was already contemplating dropping out, it wasn't easy.

"(Y/N), TURN THAT FUCKING ALARM OFF," i hear Stiles yell from across the hall.

"FUCK OFF SNOWFLAKE," I yell back. Oh ya, forgot to mention, I kind of sort of might live with the one and only Stiles Stilinski. His best friends Mother treated me at Beacon Hills Memorial after my mother tried to drown me in the lake in a drunken rage, and with enough investigation Sheriff Stilinski was able to take me from my parents care, and took me in to live with him. Now at the time i was unaware that he had a son only a few months older than me, but to be honest if i had known how much i was going to bicker with that douchebag i would have stayed in my parents household. Ya, Stiles and I don't really get along.

"(Y/N), if you don't get your ass up and turn that alarm off i'm throwing your bitchass out the window." I look up at my doorway to see a smirking Stiles leaning against the doorway.

"Stiles, if you don't mind you damn business i'm going to claw your eyes out and feed them to fucking rats," i retort, displeased with how i've been talked to. Stiles just roles his eyes and walks off to get ready.

"Hurry up, i'm not gonna be late because of you again." Rolling my eyes i slowly get up off my bed to get dressed.

I'll give it to him, i quite literally take forever to get dressed. But today it was easier, my hair was curly from the braids i did last night so with a bit of eyeliner, my favorite black skirt, and a black and white crop top i'm pretty much ready to go.

I bound down the stairs to see stiles in the kitchen staring at me, his eyes lingering a bit long on my bare legs.

"Ready," I ask. Stiles gulps and nods his head. As much as we hate each other, I must admit, for the three months i've been here the tension has been unbearable, though has never been acted on.

~time skip~
The last bell signaling the end of school echoes through the school, and thank god because its fucking Friday.

"Hey (Y/N), do you have any plans for tonight," Lydia asks walking up to me, a warming smile plastered on her face. Lydia has the kindest soul of anyone i've ever met, and as soon as i met her we became great friends.

"Oh yes, busy busy, I shall be occupying myself with the continuation of my Supernatural Marathon and getting as high as i physically can," i state earning a giggle from Lydia.

"I see, well then I thought I should warn you that Stiles is going to be with us tonight, meaning that you wont have to deal with him tonight."

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Fuck. Yes," I grin. "That means peace and quiet," Lydia and I begin to laugh until out stomachs ache. Walking out of the classroom we chat until we reach her car. Lydia normally drives me home after school because Stiles has lacrosse practice, but today i decided i would walk home. So i say goodbye to Lydia and head on my way.
About halfway through my walk I feel as though i'm being followed, and turning around i see none other than that smug bitch in his car creeping down the street.
"(Y/N), get in the car," Stiles yells at me through the window.
"No, I am walking for a reason dipshit," I say through gritted teeth. The only response is a scoff.
"(Y/N). Get in the car." He stares at me intently, giving me the look basically stating i had no choice. Fuck, fine. So I quickly get into his car and he drives off.
The car ride back to his house is silent and painful. Finally i see the familiar landscape ahead and breathe a sigh of relief. Stiles pulls up to the house and as i'm about to get out he locks the doors. I look back giving him a 'wtf bro' stare.
"FYI, I won't be back tonight and my Dad will be at the office until early hours, so don't wait up," He states blankly.
"Wouldn't dream of it," and I hop out of the car slowly making my way to the front door. I can fee Stiles eyes on my ass as i walk, so I make a show out of it. Sneaking a glance back I catch Stiles eyes, and turning around a warm feeling fills my stomach, damn butterflies. Finally getting into the house I plop on the couch. "(Y/N), what are you doing man, that boy is gonna be the death of you."