blue. [stiles stilinski]

[prologue]

"Blue rue" stiles proclaimed with a satisfied look on his face. "What?" I answered in confusion, snapping my head up to look at the unwelcome boy entering my dorm room. He stepped further in after he'd been acknowledged. To my surprise my eyes didn't deceive me, it was the boy that so obviously despised me, why was he in my dorm room?

"Blue rue" he repeated looking at me intently. I began to pick at my fingernails hoping to stifle the nerves that had began to rise within me, red nail polish flaking onto the floor. Renée wasn't here, she was out partying and tonight of all nights i decided not to go.

He was closer now, towering over me and the avalanche of criminal profiling books i had strewn about the dorm. I could detect the stench of vodka radiating from his warm body and when he spoke again the smell of cigarette smoke suddenly became very prevalent within the room.

It was dead silent and i'm sure you could hear the sound of my heart threatening to escape my chest. Subconsciously, I sank further back into my bed, my body hitting the wall behind me. Oblivious, stiles took another step forward.

"I've noticed" he slurred, "when you're alone or in deep concentration, you have this...this look on your face. Sort of like torment or...or sadness, maybe numbness even."

A feeling of confusion began to rise within me as i pushed myself onto my palms, causing my hair to fall from my face and allowing me to meet his hazel gaze.

"Stiles..I-"

He cut me off, squeezing his eyes shut as if to reprogram his mind from saying what he wanted to. "So i've decided to call you blue Rue" he grins cocking an eyebrow.

He's making fun of me. For a moment there I really believed he cared, maybe noticed something was different from most. His stupid chocolate brown irises were burning into mine, waiting for a response.

"Get out." I spat, surprising myself at the severity of my tone. His satisfactory look was wiped from his face as he cocked his eyebrow; not breaking eye contact with me.

I closed my eyes forcing myself not to cry in front of him, just willing for the ground to open up and swallow me. After what seemed an eternity, my muscles relaxed as I heard him begin to walk away. But then the bed shifted, causing my body to tilt sideways, as I felt him sit next to me.