𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, Stiles is utterly in love with Scott's twin sister, but she's a real bitch who won't even glance his way because she's way too popular for a nerd like him.
[Stiles stilinski]
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Alexa McCall was sleeping peacefully, cocooned in silk sheets and dreams of ruling her school kingdom, when a loud thump jolted her awake.
She groaned, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow. "Scott, I swear to God, if you're doing that CrossFit crap at midnight again—"
But then she heard it. A stumble. A crash. And her window creaking shut.
Her eyes flew open.
Someone was in her room.
Heart hammering, Alexa grabbed the lamp on her nightstand like a weapon. "What the fu—"
"AHH!" the intruder shrieked.
"AHH!" Alexa screamed back.
She nearly cracked his skull with the lamp before the light hit his face—pale, wide-eyed, familiar.
"Stiles?!" she snapped, lowering the lamp with a murderous glare. "Are you actually brain-dead?!"
"Y-Yeah—wait—don't hit me!" he blurted, tangled in her curtain and looking more like a burglar than her twin brother's best friend.
She flicked on her light and shoved the lamp back onto the table with a loud clunk.
"Stiles, what the fuck are you doing in my room at midnight?" she growled, arms crossed, pink satin chemise clinging to her irritated posture.
He blinked at her. "I, uh..." His eyes dropped, and he swallowed hard. "You're, um... nearly naked."
Alexa rolled her eyes. "That's what happens when you break into a girl's room at night, Stilinski. Shocking, I know."
"I didn't mean to—I just—Scott's window is harder to climb through—"
"What? Is this your first time seeing a girl in lingerie?" she teased, smirking as she caught his blush.
"What? No! Definitely not. I mean—I have—but—"
"Stop." She held up a hand. "Don't make it worse. You're such a bad liar."
Stiles cleared his throat and straightened up, trying very hard to look at her face. "I really didn't mean to wake you. Sorry. I'll just—go."
"No shit you'll go." She grabbed him by the collar and shoved him toward the hallway. "Scott! Your dork is here!" she yelled.
She slammed the door behind him and heard a muffled thunk as Stiles smacked his forehead against it. "Stupid, stupid..."
Alexa snorted. Stiles was an idiot. An awkward, ridiculous idiot. Still... kind of a cute one.
She shivered. "Gross. Get a grip."
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A few hours later, Alexa sat on the kitchen counter eating straight from a tub of Ben & Jerry's. Her silk chemise had been swapped for a hoodie two sizes too big, and her mood matched the hour: 3 a.m. and cranky.
