Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Part 2

Your POV:
"Sooo" Stiles says as you both head down the crowded corridor towards History. "What locker number are you" he asks. "Uh 143" you reply, reading the number off the top of the piece of paper. "That is right... here!" Stiles says, pointing to locker with the numbers 143 scratched into the top of it. It has claw marks and chipped paint on it. "Looks cosy" you exclaim whilst looking at the remnants of a locker which could easily collapse. You carry on down till you get to History. "Mister Stilinski and uh new girl?" The teacher half States half asks. "Yeah I'm Y/N" you say handing him over your timetable. "Oh yeah I forgot you were coming um well you'll have to share with Stiles for today and I'll get you all the stuff for next lesson" he says, gesturing to Stiles as he fumbles around through a pile of papers so big it could have been a rainforest once. You sit next to Stiles and spend the next hour and a half staring in bewilderment at a time line of all the American Presidents and their key characteristics. Finally the bell rings and the class hurts out like animals at a county fair. "How'd you find that" Stiles asks as you drop by your locker to drop off your history textbook. "Uh great" you say so unenthusiastically. "Really" the brunette asks, leaning with his back against the locker next to you. "Right you got me, to me that was like me teaching you a timeline of all the British Monarchs and Prime Ministers... confusing and utterly pointless" you say, shutting the locker door only to hear a crash. You open the door and see the floor of your locker has collapsed into the one below. "Ugh are you kidding me" you whisper, reaching your arm in and picking out the text book. "Come here" Stiles says, taking the book off you and walking over to his locker and shoving it in. "Come here at the end of the day and I'll give it you" he says. The bell goes again and Stiles takes you to Biology. "It's lunch after this so wait here and I'll come meet you" he says. "Oh here's my number, text me when you're out" he adds handing you a piece of paper with his number on it. "Okay" you smile and head into the class. "Are you Y/N?" The teacher asks. "Yeah" you reply, your voice lingering on every letter. "Y/N... Y/N" you looked over to see Lydia grinning and pointing to the empty seat next to her. "Looks like you've been assigned a seat" the teacher gruffly says and passes you a textbook as thick as your history one. At least this hour and a half you were able to contribute (excessively) as you could say you knew a thing or two about biology. As the second bell went Lydia grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to the cafeteria. You both sat at a round table in the corner and waited for the others. Once Stiles and Scott got here Lydia and Scott got theirs whilst you and Stiles waited till they got back to go get your lunch. "So how was Biology?" "Let's just say I know abit more about it than History" you giggle. Stiles' phone buzzes and he checks it. "Oh no" he exclaims. "What" you ask. "We've gotten test tomorrow in History about today's lesson and it's gonna count for 10% of our grade" "What?! Can he do that? I'm gonna fail that so bad!" "Y/N calm down we're got at least 20 hours" "that's it!" You exclaim. "You need more?" Stiles asks puzzled. "I'll tell you what you come to mine tonight and I'll teach it to you" he says, smiling. "But you won't be able to revise" you say. "I'll be revising as I'm teaching it to you" he says. "If your sur-" "trust me, I'm sure" Stiles says as Scott and Lydia sit down. "What are you sure about Stiles?" Lydia asks. "Nothing, absolutely nothing" Stiles says, winking at you. "What ever, so you coming shopping tonight Y/N?" Lydia asks. "Uh I can't I've gotta study for a history test tomorrow" you say. "Hm well I'll help you study" she says. "I uh surely that'd just distract her more I mean that's what happens when Scott hangs around me when i study" "when have I ever seen you study?" Scott asks, puzzled. Stiles kicked Scott under the table. "I mean yeah I'm such a distraction you know" Scott says, correcting himself. "Okay then, but you have to come tomorrow" Lydia protests. "I promise" you reply. You check your phone and have a text from Stiles;
S: sorry about that, we'll be in an episode of 20 questions if we tell them now x
You: it's okay, I'm not a fan of questions tbh, it's our little secret x
S: I like your thinking :P x