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Distant | Stiles

After Stiles had met Malia and spent a lot of time with her, he seemed to have been becoming more distant. When he'd sleep over, he would back up and face the opposite way. When I'd try to hold his hand, he'd pull away. Something fishy was up with him.

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One day, as usual, he wasn't talking to me as much and I started to get tired of whatever he was doing.

Later, Stiles was waiting for me in his car after school. I entered, huffing as I slammed the door shut and put my seatbelt on.

"What's wrong, babe?" He asked as I crossed my arms, not looking at him.

Silent treatment. If he was going to act like that, this is what he was gonna get.

Stiles reached for my hand but I pulled away.

"If you're going to give me the silent treatment, then fine. Suit yourself," he said, starting the car and driving out of the school parking lot.

Looking at my nails, I waited until he broke out into yet another attempt to get me to talk.

"Why can't you just tell me what's wrong?" He asked, his tone changing, showing that he was getting frustrated.

"I'd ask you the same thing," I said, glaring at him.

"W-what do you mean?" He asked confused.

I rolled my eyes," really? You're being serious?"

"YES! (Y/N), TELL ME!" He yelled.

I flinched. My parents used to always fight before they got divorced and I grew to hate the sound of someone yelling.

Stiles noticed and pulled over.

"I'm so sorry. Oh my god," Stiles said as I sat there placing my forehead in my hand.

I took my hand off and my heart starting pounding.

"Stiles, you can't just start ignoring me all the time and be all distant then not expect me to treat you the same way. You said you liked how we always were there for each other and that we were so close, but now that Malia came, you've been extremely distant, pulling your hand away, not talking to me, and then sleeping really far away. It's hard because I've been trying my best to give you space and not let you know how hurt I am by this. It's so fucking hard, Stiles. I love you, I really do. But I'm not so sure you love me back," I said with a small cracky voice, tearing now pouring down my face.

Stiles's eyes started to water. He wiped the tears away.

"I do lo-"

"Do you really?" I asked quietly," if you really did, Malia wouldn't have made an effect on you like she did. If you really don't love me, why couldn't you just tell me? It would've hurt less to know sooner than later. All you did was make it worse, Stiles."

Stiles sat there quietly, crying, thinking of what he'd done.

"That's what I thought." I said, smiling at how stupid I was and have been.

"Just let me out," I mumbled through my tears.

"N-"

"Let me out, Stiles," I said, sternly.

"It's not safe for you to go alone," Stiles said, trying to make an excuse to make me stay.

"Stiles," I said sternly," let me go."

Stiles shook his head before unlocking the door and putting his head in his hands.

Unbuckling my seatbelt and wiping my tears away, I grabbed my backpack and books before opening the door and walking toward my house, away from the boy I loved, and still love. The problem is just that he doesn't love me back.

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Author's Note ~

Hey, hope you liked it. :) I just realized that we hit 100 reads👏🎉🎉 That's actually kinda crazy to think that a stupid book I made for fun online has been read (at least partly) by more than 100 people. I can barely tell stories in front of my group of 5 friends and 100 is kinda bizarre. It might be a really small milestone for others and not a big deal but being a bit thankful can never go wrong. As always, thanks for reading and don't forget to vote and follow for more imagines and preferences, love you guys😊.

P.s. Sorry that this chapter is kinda poopy. I promise better quality imagines and preferences will be coming soon. (Only a week left of school including weekends)