❝𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓!❞
"Yes, Stiles." His friend rolled his eyes, his tone dry but amused. "I was in class... with you."
"Stiles." A voice called from behind him, and before he could turn around, he was abruptly knocked forward into his friend, both of them tumbling to the ground. "Dios, ayúdame ahora." (God, help me now.)
She stood there for a second, eyes gleaming as she watched the scene unfold. "You two okay?"
"I'm fine, Scott's fine." Stiles shrugged his friend off, standing up with exaggerated confidence. "Right, Scotty?"
Scott let out a groan in response.
"See? He's peachy." Stiles said, grinning and patting his friend's back like it was a victory.
"He doesn't look it," she replied, her brown eyes sparkling with amusement.
"He's just rehearsing for drama class," Stiles explained, casually waving a hand. "Anyways, did you need something, Winnifred?"
"When do you want to start the project?" she asked, clearly ready to get down to business.
"I— I think right away is best, right?" Stiles stammered, trying to adjust his pants, which Scott had grabbed for support while getting up.
"How about after school?" Winnifred suggested, watching Stiles try—and fail—to shake off Scott.
"Yes! Y—Yes!" Stiles blurted, a little too excitedly. He quickly cleared his throat and adopted a much deeper, more serious voice. "Yes, that works perfectly."
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the parking lot," she said, turning to leave.
"Wait— What?!" Stiles yelped, confused.
"You're taking me with you, pretty boy!" She tossed the words over her shoulder with a smirk.
Scott clapped Stiles on the shoulder for balance, though it quickly became clear that wasn't a good idea.
Stiles, in a victorious burst of energy, jumped up, fist raised to the sky. "I'm pretty boy!" he declared, triumphantly knocking Scott back to the ground in the process.
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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄，Stiles Stilinski【𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍】
Fanfiction⸢𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.⸥ Winnie Solano wasn't mean, as people liked to claim. She was just an 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘳-so much so, she often tuned out actua...
