Stiles Stilinski[Imagines]♥

•Part 1•

Here I Was Again. Watching Him. Staring At His Every Move. Admiring Him. Admiring His Beauty. Astounded By It. I Guess You Can Say He Was A Work Of Art Because He Sure Was A Masterpiece He Was Perfect. I Could See No Flaws. All I Could See Was Perfection. And Nobody's Perfect. Or So I Thought. But That All Changed When I Saw Him. I Remember It Like It Was Yesterday. The Events Of How We Ment Was Like A Tape On Replay Inside Of My Head. I Just Couldn't Stop Thinking About It. And Every time I Did I Would Get Over Excited. Which Would Be Imbarassing In Public Do To The Fact That I Squill Like A Squrriell And Jump Around Like A Kangaroo. Me Getting Excited Is Like Watching A Circus Except You Wouldn't Find Me Talented You'd Look At Me As A Clown And Laugh At Me Until You Cried. That's How Imbarassment Can Sometimes Make You Feel. And Trust Me I've Felt It A Bazillion Of Times.

I Still Kept My Gaze On Him. It Was As If Someone Took My Eyes Off Of Me And Glued Them Him. Or As If He Was A Piece Of Mysterious Artwork That I'd Admired And Tried To Paint A Picture Of The Artist Who Painted It. I Know I Said This Like A Million Times But I Admire Him. He's So Different From The Others But Also Better. He's Perfect. And I Love So Many Things About Him. So Many Things That Counting My Fingers And Toes Wouldn't Be Enough. He Just Has Many Very Interesting And Attractive Things About Him. And I Can't Help It If I'm Attracted To Those Little Hit Things He Does Or Maybe Just Him. Sometimes I Could Imagine Him And I Together In The Future. Married With Two Lovley Children, And A Big 5-Bed Room Mansion. I Know You're Probably Are Thinking This Is Crazy, And I'm Obsessing Over A Guy Who Doesn't Even Find Interest In Me. But I Know I'm Not The Only One. I Mean You Girls Have To Right. And Pluse Every Girl Goes Threw This Phase So Don't Feel Wired About It.

"OKAY!" Mr.Finstock Shouts. Gaining Everyone Attention. "Now Today Were Going T-...." Mr.Finstock Is Cut Off By A Loud Snore. He Looks Around The Room Carefully. Focusing His Attention On Every Student. He Looks In My Direction, Directly At Me, And Then To My Right. Being Ment With A Snoring Stiles. He Expression Changes From Slightly Angry To All The Way Heated. "Stilinski" He Snaps His Fingers. Stilies Still Is Lying There On His Desk With Drool Falling From His Mouth As He Snores Loudly. "STILINSKI UP,UP,UP!!!" He Shouts Snapping His Fingers Again. Stiles Still Is Snoring. Mr.Finstock Groans Angrily. He grabs piece Of Paper From His Desk, Balls It Up Into A Ball And The Throws It At Him. It Bounces From Stiles Head To The Floor. Stiles Moves A Little While Muffling Something. I Giggle A Little Thinking Its Cute That He Talks In His Sleep. "Stillin-Will Somebody Throw Something At Stilinski, Anything." Mr.Finstock Says Sounding Clearly Annoyed. I Roll My Eyes. "Yeah I'll Throw Something At Him." Jackson says looking at his friends with a smug smile on his face. "Sure Jackson, Be My Guest." Mr.Finstock Says Smilling. Jackson Picks Up His Mathematics Book and holds it firmly in his hand, Getting up from his seat. Just As He Is About To Lift The Book Over His Head. "No Jackson Not A Mathematics Book Or Any HardCover Books,Are You Trying To Get Me Sued." He says reaching into the draws in his desk. "Here." He says tossing the rubber ball to Jackson. Jackson Catches It In His Hand As If It Was A Football. He looks over at his friends and laughs. Them he aims the rubber ball in stiles direction. And then He Throws The Ball. Forcing it to land At The Back Of Stiles Head. Making Him Jump Up Instantly. And Jackson To Be Appeased With Him Self, High-Fiving His Friends And Taking His Seat.

"OW! What The Hell Jackson." Stiles Says Rubbing The Back Of His Head Gently. "STILINSKI" Mr.Finstock Shouts. Grabbing Stiles Attention. "Yes Coach" He Says Turning In Mr.Finstocks Direction, Still Rubbing His Head. "Well For One Its Not Coach When I'm Teaching A Class, And Stay Focused Because The Next Time I Catch You Sleeping You're Out Of Here And Will Be Set Up For Detention After School, Now Do I Make Myself Clear." He Asked Pointing At Him As If He Were A Five Year Old He Was Scolding. Stiles Muffles "Yes." "I-I Can't Hear You Stilinski I Said Do I Make Myself Clear." He Asked Again. This Time Everyone Turns Around And Stares At Stiles. Stiles Signs "Yes Mr.Finstock." He Says Pretending To Cough To Hold Back His Laughs. "Good" Mr.Finstock Says. "Now As I Was Saying Before Today Were Going To Be Talking About Next Weeks-...." Was The Last Words I Remember Hearing From Mr.Finstock Before Stiles Signed Throwing His Head Back And Slumping His Body In The Chair. "Uhhhhh I Can't Take This" He Moaned. I Looked At Him Questionly. What Did He Mean By Not Taking Something To Long. I Tried Focusing On What Mr.Finstock Was Saying But I Couldn't Do To Stiles Being My Distraction.