Iris ➳ Stiles Stilinski

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Chapter Seven: Stiles Drama

  Knock knock

I hop out of my bed, and click my phone off, and put it in my back pocket. I run down the spiral staircase, and almost fall down from dizziness. I jog to the big old door, and I slide it open.

" Hey." Stiles says, with his hands behind his back.

"Hey." I smile.

Stiles enters the loft, and immediately starts running towards the stairs.

" Race you!" He yells back.

I scoff, because one, he's human, and two, he's pretty damn slow.

I choose to run anyway. In like not even two seconds, I catch up to him. Well, not really 'catch up', but basically kick his butt.

I hop in front of him, so quickly, that he pushes me over. We both end up falling to the ground. I end up on my back, and him, on top of me.

I fake cough.

Stiles laughs and rolls off of me, onto his back, right beside me.

"You know, I could've won, if you didn't jump in front of me." Stiles states, obviously full of himself.

I let out a loud laugh.

" yeah, right.  Believe what you want. " I laugh, looking up at the high ceiling.

"hey, I could've won!" Stiles turns his head towards me. " I practically did!" He says, facing back to looking at the ceiling, while throwing his hands in the air, as the rest of his body lie still on the hardwood floor.

Now, is when I let out the loudest laugh attack I've ever had. I can practically feel Stiles' surprised look. But I didn't care, and I couldn't stop laughing.

" Ok iris." Stiles sits up. " What the heck is so funny?" Stiles says, throwing his hands in the air.

 I think he's a 'movement talker.'  I don't  know the real word for when someone uses their hands a lot when they talk, so that's my version of it. Yes I know, you're probably thinking, 'how does she not know what that word is? she uses some pretty big words.'  I. Don't. Know. Honestly, it confuses me too. Go ahead, ask my brain.

"Lemme-" I say between laughs. " Contain- Myself." I say, still laughing.

Stiles crosses his arms, while I attempt to calm myself down, by deep breathing, loudly.

" Okay." I say, finally containing myself. " You, my friend, are sort of slow." I pause. " No offence." I say, putting my hands out in a 'stop' sort of movement. Stiles' jaw drops open, in obvious offence taken.

"Ok, offence taken. I apologize. " I sigh. " Ok. One, you're human, I'm a werewolf. I could've been in my room before you even hit the stairs. And two," I pause to take a moment to think. " I dunno what two is, but whatever. I still would have kicked your butt." i say.

" Ok. One, rude. and two, rude." Stiles says, and stands up. he turns around, acting angry, but I see through it. I stay sitting on the ground, waiting for him to say something. Nothing. He starts walking up the stairs. When he realizes that I'm not going anywhere, he stops. On the sixth step, he turns around to face me. He sees me, sitting cross legged, on the floor.

" are you gonna come stop me, or what?" Stiles questions.

" Oh my god." I say, in a slightly higher tone than usual, the 'ohmygod' like when you walk into a room and see something that completely surprises you, but not the mad surprise.

"What? " Stiles questions.

"You, are such a girl." I state, then chuckle.

" Wow, full of insults today, aren't we?" Stiles scoffs.

" Being called a girl is an insult?" I say, joking, obviously, but making it sound as real as possible, because i wanna see his reaction when he makes a girl cry. yes, i let out a fake tear. I am quite the actress.

" Wow Stiles, I didn't realize you could be that mean." I cry. I stand up, look at him, with hurt in my eyes, fake hurt. And i just stand there, waiting for a reaction.

Then I see it. He's scared. I don't think he's ever made a girl cry before. He looks, I've never seen a look like that before. he looks hurt, broken, sad, scared, and worried at the same time.

" Stiles." I say.

" I know. I'll leave. I'm going." Stiles says, looking down at the stairs, as he walks down them.

i stare at him. He reaches the bottom of the stairs, and then he looks up at me. I have real guilt in my eyes, but people can confuse it with sadness or hurt.

He looks back at the ground, and starts walking to the door. I grab his arm after about ten steps.

" What." He whips his head to look at me. He pulls his arm away from my grip. 

" Stiles." I whisper.

" No. I get it. You don't like me. They never do. Who was i kidding? No one cares,  I was stupid to think you cared. god I'm stupid.- "  Stiles rambles. I cut him off.

" Stiles. I like you. i wouldn't have talked to you on my first day if I didn't like you. You don't get it do you? " I say, ending with a question.

" I don't get what?" He asks.

"Stiles, here's the thing, I've liked you since  I  can't even remember. I've liked you since we were kids. But of course you didn't even really notice me, since you were like infatuated  with Lydia. Actually scratch that. Infatuated is like. You love Lydia, and you still do. So the door is right there if you don't want to be here. but in the event that you do want to stay, i'll be in my room." I ramble. i turn around and start walking towards the stairs.

Before walking up the stairs, i turn my head to the right, and see Derek sitting on his bed. I hear the big door to our loft close. I face forward, looking out the window.  a tear rolls down my face.

I hear Derek's bed creak.

" You really liked him that long?" Derek asks.

"the big secrets out." 

" Who am I gonna tell? Everyone's scared of me." Derek says.

i force a laugh. "I'm not."  Derek raises his eyebrows at me. "Ok fine, only sometimes."

"there it is." Derek says in his monotone voice. "go upstairs and put your pjs on."

"Why?" I ask.

"You're having a movie day. forget about stiles. he's an idiot. no exaggeration." Derek says.

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A/N

I haven't been on in a while and I'm sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will update more.

StilesxIris drama ooooooooh

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