misunderstood | stiles stilinski

Chapter Seventeen

Freshman year

The doorbell rang and I stormed downstairs. Stiles Stilinski was coming over for an english project and I was shaking with nerves. Ever since the beginning of freshman year I've had a crush on him, I don't really know what it is about him, but I'm drawn to him like a moth to the light. I opened the door to reveal a smiling Stiles, he was wearing a blue and white plaid shirt over a white t-shirt, his hands were gripping the straps of his backpack.

"Hi Claire." He greeted me and him saying my name made butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"Hey, come in." I stepped aside so he could enter the house. "Shall we go up to my room?" We were still awkwardly standing in the hallway and it was getting a bit uncomfortable.

"Your room? Yes. Sure. If you want." He ran his hand over his brown buzz-cut.

"Uh yeah all my english stuff is up there so..."

"English, yeah the project, sure, let's ...let's go upstairs then." He started walking up the stairs in front of me but stopped as soon as he reached the top of the stairs. "Which one is yours?"

"Right here." I motioned to the door on our left. He opened the door and walked inside. I couldn't believe it. Stiles Stilinski is standing in my room. "I'll just quickly get another chair so-"

"Oh don't worry I can just sit on the bed...unless you don't want me to." he interrupted me.

"Of course, yeah, go ahead." Oh my god. I think I'm going to explode any second. "So I already made some notes I hope that's okay with you?" I started and grabbed all my notes from my desk while sitting down on my chair. I noticed my hands were shaking but I tried to cover it somehow. I hope he won't notice ... he'll think I'm a freak.

"Yeah, no problem, I actually made some notes as well."

We started working on our project and I was glad that I finally had something to focus on causing my nervousness to subside. I was finally able to actually have a decent conversation with the boy in front of me. He was exactly like I always thought he would be and as soon as the awkward We-Have-Never-Really-Talked-How-Do-We-Start-This state was over it was like we were doing this on a regular basis. I really enjoyed talking to him. We laughed quite a lot and I loved it.

At some point in our conversation I had moved onto the bed sitting next to him to show him something on my laptop. So we were now both sitting on my bed indian-style, the papers from our project scattered all over it but we weren't paying them any attention whatsoever.

"Now tell me, how is it being the cousin of the famous Lydia Martin?" Stiles asked me a smirk on his face.

"Exhausting." I laughed. "I love her, but people constantly want something from her and you can't really have a conversation with her in the hallways. But if you really need her she's always there and she'll dodge everyone just to help you. But never go shopping with her, it's torture! She'll grab a mountain of clothes like literally this big-" I spread out my arms in attempt to show him how much Lydia picked up but didn't notice how close to the edge of the bed I was sitting so I lost my balance and landed on the ground with a loud thud."Ouch." Stiles erupted in laughter his eyes turning into slits, his mouth open wide. I was just looking at him pouting.

"I'm-I'm sorry but that was so funny...here let me help you." He was still slightly chuckling as he reached his hand out to help me up. I grabbed it, trying to ignore those stupid butterflies in my stomach that were going crazy at his touch. I hope he doesn't hear how fast my heart is beating right now.