Random shit/thoughts/imagines

𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

"Alright, Lydia, I'll see you tomorrow." You smiled to the girl as she walked down the hallway. Class had just ended and you were placing your books in your locker when someone walked over to you.

"Hey, y/n." The boy, who you recognized as Sam Edwards, said leaning up against the locker next to you.

"Sam, nice to see you. What can I do for you?" You asked closing your locker and turning to him.

"You can do me a favor by going to dinner with me tonight." He asked you out.

"I'm sorry, I'm going out with my boyfriend tonight." You said not trying to seem like the girl who says 'I have a boyfriend' anytime a guy says hello to her.

"You mean Stilinski? Really? I figured that was a charity case."

"Nope. Definitely not considering I've been with him for over a year." You said wanting to leave the conversation.

"C'mon you can do so much better." He said standing in front of you and making your back hit the lockers.

"Not really. He's sweet and doesn't corner me in the hallways." You said as his hand landed on the locker next to your head.

"I bet he doesn't kiss like I do."

"Yeah, he kisses much softer and with more passion."

"You want passion? I'll give you passion." He said before slamming his lips on to yours. You tried to shove him off but he wouldn't budge considering he was much bigger than you. "There's your passion." He said pulling away. When you heard the sound of a notebook hitting the floor your head immediately turned.

There stood Stiles with shock and betrayal evident on his face. You finally shoved Sam off you and ran towards Stiles but he was already walking towards his jeep. "Stiles wait! Let me explain!"

"Explain what?! You made it pretty clear you wanna swap saliva with that dude so go on!" He said climbing into his jeep.

"Stiles! I swear what you saw is not what it actually was!" You said slamming your hands on his window.

"Just go away y/n. I don't wanna hear your excuses." He said and just like that he drove off in his jeep, leaving you there with tears beginning to stream down your face.

"Please." You said in a whisper as your voice cracked. You knew he couldn't hear you, but you still tried.

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The next few weeks Stiles continued to ignore you. You kept trying to talk to him but he would just brush you off or look the other way. It became the same with the pack too. You'd gain glares from Malia, Lydia and Kira. Malia even went as far as to leave scratch marks on your car and rip a few of your notebooks. Scott started to stop telling you about the pack meetings and it was almost as if you were alone again.

Before Stiles you were no one. You had no friends and Scott and Stiles became your best friends. Stiles said he would never make you feel alone and yet he didn't even hear you out.

Stiles had been miserable. His heart hurt any time he thought of you, which was almost constantly. The pack had heard his side of the story and instantly took his side. Not even giving you a chance.

The following Wednesday everyone finally realized how bad the toll had been on you. You were much skinnier, from not having the energy to eat. The bags under your eyes were evident, since you'd been crying every night until no more tears could form. Your hair was a matted mess, from not even bothering to brush it. Scott wanted to make sure you were doing okay since you'd been dealing with the breakup on your own, but he held himself back.

Third period. You felt fine the whole day, physically not emotionally. Until, you started getting dizzy. Your head began to spin and you felt queasy. You stood from your desk and tried to make your way to the door. "Y/n? You alright?" Coach Finstock asked as he saw you struggling.

"M' f...fine..." you said before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you fell to the floor.

"Y/n!" You heard someone yell before everything faded.

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"Why are we here if she hurt Stiles?" Malia asked as they sat in the waiting room.

"Because she's clearly not okay." Scott said.

"But she cheated." Malia argued.

"I don't care! Malia she passed out because she hasn't been taking care of herself! We've been treating her like she doesn't exist and she tried to make it a reality!" Stiles finally snapped. As much as he hated what he had seen, he still loved you.

"Stiles." Melissa said walking out of your room. "She's awake. She wants to see you, but only if you let her explain." Stiles nodded before walking into the room. You were both silent as he sat down in the chair.

"I didn't kiss him. I never even wanted him near me." You started to sniffle as you recalled the memories. "He'd asked me to dinner and I told him that I was going to dinner with my boyfriend. He, uhm, he cornered me against the lockers and kissed me. I tried to push him off as hard as I could, but he was much bigger than me. I'm so sorry. Stiles, I swear I didn't- I didn't want him to kiss me."

Stiles immediately felt terrible when he heard her side of the story. He quickly stood from the chair and sat next to her on the bed, grabbing her hand. "Look at me. You do not need to apologize for what that asshole did. I should've let you explain. I'm the reason you're here."

"No. You're not the reason I stopped taking care of myself. I am."

"How about we just chalk this up and blame Sam. So, I can call my dad and get him arrested for sexual assault."

"I like that idea."

"I'm sorry I left you when you needed me most. I should've let you explain and I really hope you can forgive me."

"I can. I forgave you the second you walked in the door." You said before he smiled and leaned down, kissing you on the forehead. "It's been a month since I kissed you in the lips, if you think I want a forehead kiss, you're dead wrong." You smiled and he leaned down sweetly kissing you. You smiled, finally having a feeling to replace the last thing you felt on your lips. "I love you." You said resting your forehead against his.

"I love you, too. I never stopped."