Queen (A Sciles Story)

3• I thought Stiles was gay?

So you might be wondering, how did I leave things off with Scott? so funny story—

"STILES!" I heard the last voice I wanted to hear at the moment. I could run or act as if I didn't hear him but that's practically impossible since he can just catch up to me in seconds and I very obviously flinched hearing him shout my name.

So time to initiate plan C.

"Oh, heyyyy Scott," I say dragging on the 'ey' in 'hey' for way longer than my body should have physical allowed me to. "What's up?"
"What's up? What's up is the fact you completely ghosted me last night!"
Jesus, was that vein on Scott's neck always so... so.. Scott's got a pretty neck now that i'm looking at it. Not too wide or long but just right. Not to mention the light freckles coming up from his collar bones, huh, never noticed that before—

"Dude, why are you mumbling about my neck?"

"Wait You can hear my thoughts?"

"No dumb ass you're literally talking right now"

"Ohh..." I really need to stop zoning out so much.

Thankfully before Scott could yell at me anymore, the bell rang and I started speed walking to class yelling back to Scott that i'll explain later. I ran my fingers through my hair as I turned a corner in the hallway. I don't really feel like going to class and now i'm thinking about it, do I seriously need to go? I can always pick up the work from today some other time and finish it later. Plus i'm the top in pretty much every class so there's no reason for me to really go. In the end of the day what matters most? A little english paper or my well being? Exactly. I look around to make sure there were no teachers or administrators around before dashing for the nearest exit. Just I come closer to my freedom, to my escape, I felt a tug at the back of my bag pulling me away from the door and the door's handle.

"Where do you think you're going?" Malia. "Me? I.. well.. you see-" "Were you planning on ditching class?" "WHA? ME?? I- NOO.. just um-" "CAN I COME?" Malia asked super excited and most of all, LOUDLY. "SHHH! SURE YES YOU CAN COME JUST QUIET DOWN!"

(Tim skip)

Malia and I were eating at a diner not far from school but far enough so that if anyone came looking for us we wouldn't get caught immediately. For the most part we were sitting in silence while both of us ate. Every now and then Malia would be the one to ask a question like "Why were you skipping?" "Is it because of last night?" "Is it because of Scott?" "Can you help me with my math homework?" etc. Of course I answered them all with a minor hesitation with the Scott related ones.

Look I can't explain it but just the mere idea of Scott feels like a puzzle. It's not his fault at all, I could never blame him for anything, it's always just me. I can't look at him without over analyzing one factor of him. I can't hear his name without thinking of how sweet his cologne smells. I can't hear his voice without wanting to shut him up with my lips— what?

I open my eyes and all of a sudden i'm driving. The sudden realization almost making me crash. "HOLY SHIT, STILES WHAT THE FUCK?!" Malia screamed from the passenger seat. "SORRY!" I screamed back as I regained control of the steering wheel and myself.

I make small glances over at Malia. Her hair was covering her face a bit, barely letting me see her furrowed eyebrows of confusion. Her mouth was opened so wide I thought I might have dislocated it. "What was that?" She asked at a little above a whisper after taking a couple deep breaths and fixing her hair. "I.. don't know."

It became silent again.

it was still silent.

and painful.