❛ And all at once, you're all
I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart . ❜
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↳ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 :
"𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌"
(( Stiles Stilinski X Fem!OC...
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season 4 episode: 7
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We stand in line for the SAT. My stomach twists in knots. I'm nervous as hell. This test isn't just about numbers and letters, it's about my future. I need a solid score if I want a shot at getting into a top tier pre-med program, let alone a decent college. But that's not the only thing gnawing at me. The way Stiles was acting last night after the deadpool list appeared has me questioning a lot of things.
I know I'm on the list. I've figured that much out, even though no one seems willing to confirm it. It's like Stiles, Lydia, Scott—everyone—has this secret they're trying to keep from me, and Malia. Everyone has been acting so odd around us since the start of this, and even some time before, but lately, it feels like there's an invisible wall between us all. A truth I'm on the outside of.
As if sensing the storm of thoughts swirling in my head, Stiles places a comforting hand on my shoulder. His thumb gently strokes back and forth, sending warmth through me. It's like he has this insane ability to tell when something is wrong with me. He knows. Every time I'm scared, nervous, or lost, Stiles is there, in tune with me in a way no one else is.
He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. "Don't doubt yourself," he whispers, his voice low, and I smile.
Just as quickly, Stiles pulls back, that mischievous smirk of his tugging at the corner of his lips.
Kira's voice breaks through the moment. "Where's Lydia?" she asks, glancing around.
"She took it her freshman year," Stiles explains.
Malia's eyes widen in surprise. "Does that mean I could have taken it some other time?"
Stiles shakes his head, shrugging. "No, that's just for geniuses,"
I shoot him a look and he rolls his eyes. "Not that I don't think you're smart, or anything."
Before she can take offense, Scott jumps in. "Malia, you studied harder for this than any of us."
Malia frowns, her usual bluntness cutting through. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna do good,"
"Well..." Stiles starts, clearly unable to resist.
Malia narrows her eyes at him. "Well, what?"
"It's 'do well,' not 'do good,'" Stiles corrects, his grin widening.
Malia throws her hands up. "God!"
I sigh, putting my palm to my forehead. "Look, Malia, I promise you'll do amazing. You've been through more than any of us. Considering you weren't even human for most of your life."
