Dylan O'Brien - One-Shots

Stiles Stilinski - Rivals

You were on top of almost all your classes and listed as one of the smartest people at Beacon Hills High School, a title you had gladly accepted. But there was one problem: Stiles Stilinski.

A spastic, annoyingly sarcastic guy who was also on top of many of your classes. The two of you had been rivals since Freshman year, when you had moved to Beacon Hills and were always competing. Assignments, tests, presentations, everything. It was always 'Stiles and Y/N' or 'Y/N and Stiles'. It was annoying and frustrating and the worst about it was that Stiles was one of the most handsome guys you had ever seen.

But where you despised Stiles, he really liked you. You didn't know that the only reason he began trying so hard was to get your attention. He actually didn't even like school, but he thought that maybe, maybe if he was as smart and intelligent as you he would have a chance.

But now he had only made you hate him. He was truly sad and disappointed when he only got negative attention from you but he was already to far in to quit now. Also, negative attention was better than you not knowing or looking at him at all.

He remembered last year when your class had to take a math test and you were so excited to get it back, to see who scored better. He had seen the eye bags under your eyes and just knew you had studied for it the whole night. You looked so tired. When you finally got your tests back, he looked at his 99%, smiling a bit. He was of course glad his grades had improved, but it was all thanks to you, his dad wasn't mad with it either.

You had turned around quickly to ask him what he had gotten but he wanted to know yours first. 98% you had said and he had pretended to look disappointed when he told you he had scored 97%. You had practically bounced off your seat, and Stiles knew he would let you believe you won every time if he got to see your bright smile. He wasn't really lying because you did score higher many times.

But that was a year ago, now you were sitting in the exact same position, waiting to get you test back, but this time for chemistry. Your head lay on the table, resting on your arms, your eyes closed. You hadn't gotten any sleep that night because of your parents fighting. You were exhausted and knew you had scored badly.

Stiles looked over at you and when he saw your closed eyes and negative spirit he immediately got concerned. He had noticed you were a bit off the last couple weeks but it only seemed to get worse. When the tests were handed out you looked up but immediately lay down again when you saw your disappointing 61%.

Stiles looked at his paper, a shiny 98% percent and quickly looked over at your test, eyes widening when he caught sight of your paper. His concern grew ten fold, but he didn't know what to do. Should he ask you about it? Help you? Would you even let him?

But before he could do anything some stupid kid turned to you to ask what you got. Stiles had seen him around and he always tried to get the best grades, but he never succeeded. He would always tease other kids with lower grades and Stiles didn't want that to happen to you. You seemed sad as it was and it probably wouldn't help if some dumb guy made comments about it.

You hesitantly looked over at your test, not really wanting to give it, but before you could hand it over Stiles threw a pen at the guy who looked around confused, not focused on you for a second, and in the time Stiles switched your test with his.

You looked at him in confusion but he just smiled, thumbs up in the air. When the guy turned to you again you gave him your paper, well Stiles'. He frowned and grunted something before turning away again, asking another kid what grade he got.

You looked at Stiles again and turned to him, giving his test back before smiling a bit. "Thank you for helping me with him." Stiles's heart almost exploded from happiness. You had finally spoken to him without a sarcastic remark or comment. "Yes, of course. He is a dick." You slowly nodded you head and your smile grew a bit.

Stiles absolutely loved seeing your smile, not that you smiled a lot at him, but you did to other people. He caught sight of Scott, who was seated right beside you and gave him warning eyes when Scott began to make kissy faces and hearts with his hands. Lydia looked at it amused from the other side of the classroom. Stiles ignored them, solely focusing on you.

You looked down at your paper, that was still laying on Stiles' desk, your little smile disappearing, making Stiles frown a bit. You had never gotten this low on a test and he really wanted to help you.

You picked up your test, smiled sadly at stiles, congratulated him and turned back around, leaving Stiles to stare at your back, a frown still adoring his handsome face. He had never felt more disappointed getting a better score than now.

When the bell rang everyone almost sprinted out of the class but you were a bit slower, getting your stuff and just not paying much attention. Stiles waited until you were almost done, then approached you. With Scott's last thumbs up he left the classroom, leaving you, Stiles and Mr. Harris.

Stiles cleared his throat, and you looked up, surprised. Why did he wait for you? He took your hand and pulled you with him to Harris' desk. You didn't know what the fuck he was doing but his hand in yours felt nice.

"Uhm, Mr. Harris?" Stiles began. Harris looked up and scowled when he saw Stiles. They had a mutual disliking, but Stiles wanted to do this for you. "I would like to switch grades with Y/N." Harris looked surprised for a second, everyone knew about your rivalry, but then laughed. "No."

Stiles almost growled out of frustration. "Then I want her to be able to take the test again, we both know she can do a lot better." Mr Harris sighed, bored at the conversation already.

"I can't do that for you, sorry." He didn't sound the least sorry but Stiles stayed where he was even though you tried pulling him with you to the exit of the room. "Mr. Harris, with all duo respect, I think you know who my dad is? The sheriff. If we don't come up with a solution between us three I think I need to get him here to discuss this further."

Your eyes widened and you looked at the ground, biting your lip. Why would Stiles go to such lengths just for you to retake the test? Wasn't he your rival? Wasn't he supposed to be happy about this?

Harris sighed again but finally agreed. "Alright, Miss. Y/L/N can retake the test next week. Now chop chop, out of my classroom." Stiles smiled and thanked Harris before leading you out of the room. Only when the door was slammed closed, did the shock wear off and did you open your mouth.

"Why did you do that?" Stiles looked at you with a gentle smile, his honey eyes twinkling. "Because this isn't fair, who am I gonna compete against when my partner isn't on her best?" Your cheeks flushed and Stiles' smile widened when he saw the pinkness spread.

"Now, come with me. We're going to study together and you are going to nail this test darling."