I looked up from my books as I moved them into my locker, carefully watching this boy down the corridor as he spoke to a strawberry blonde girl. His hand was shaking as he slipped his phone into his pocket. I quickly closed my locker and wandered over to the pair, putting up a perky front.
"Hi! You're Stiles, right?" The pair looked to me confused as I caught sight of his chest quickly rising and falling. He nodded ver so slightly. "I'm paired with you for History this year. Can I talk to you for a second? I have an idea-"
"Actually we're kind of busy right now-" my expression darkened as I clenched my jaw, trying to remain as polite as possible to this girl.
"I'd like to talk to him in private." I quickly nudged his arm and bumped him towards the boys locker room. She moved to follow. "Private means without company, sorry." I slipped into the locker room just after him and locked the door. I knelt on the ground in front of Stiles as he slid to sit against the wall. "Hi, I'm (Y/n), I get panic attacks too, and I know trying to stop your breathing for a couple seconds can help to reset your heartbeat and stop an attack-" before I could finish talking, Stiles had lurched forward, his hand gripping my thigh as his lips met mine. I froze for a moment before feeling him relax a little, which did also make me relax. My fingers gently brushed his jaw and then the side of his neck, I noticed his pulse had calmed down drastically. "Again...Um...I'm (Y/n)..." His eyes flicked over my face before he smiled softly.
"Stiles..." I offered him a smile as his thumb gently moved across my skinny jeans, creating little patterns.
"Pleasure." He returned my smile, hesitantly leaning away from me and removing his hand from my leg. I reluctantly moved my hand back to be in my lap as well. And that's when the door opened...despite it being locked...
"What are you two doing in here? (Y/n) this is the boys locker room-"
"Stiles was having a panic attack, Coach, he needed some space away from people and I came to make sure he was okay..." Stiles nodded in agreement when Coach looked over to him.
"Get to class." He sighed. Stiles was the first of us to stand up before offering to pull me to my feet. I took his hands and he did exactly that. "And no more kissing in the locker room-"
"Dad!" I hissed, glaring at the Coach. As Stiles left the locker room, stopping as he heard me whine and looking between my dad and I.
"Get to class, Stilinski." Stiles nodded and I offered him an apologetic smile. My dad sighed. "Of all people who play lacrosse, you go for the one who can't play?"
"Dad! I didn't go for him! He was having a panic attack..." Coach shook his head and lightly shoved me down the corridor so I would go to class.
"History, now." I silently mocked him before heading to class with a pout.
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It'd been a while since I'd actually spoken to Stiles in school, it was usually stolen glances and hallway smiles.
"Those two are like sons to me." I looked up from looking at my phone screen as I sat on my dads office desk while he was doing some paperwork.
"Who?"
"McCall and Stilinski." I hummed, looking back to my phone as I continued to scroll through Instagram, soon receiving a message.
Out of class, you coming?
A soft smile crossed my lips and I turned to my dad, sliding off the desk.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to study at a friend's tonight, I'll be home in the morning." Dad nodded, continuing with his paperwork again, as I opened the door, about to leave.
