misunderstood | stiles stilinski

Chapter Six

"Do you really think it was a good idea to let Stiles tag along?" I asked Lydia as we sat down in our seats at the movie theater. Stiles has been talking to Scott non-stop and if he continues his jabbering all through the movie I will go berserk.

"As long as he shuts his trap throughout the movie I'm okay with it." My cousin replied while throwing a popcorn into her mouth.

He didn't. He kept on babbling the whole time, he was whispering but you could still hear him. After the first ten minutes I had enough.

"Stilinski, shut your face!"  he turned his head towards me and stopped with his rant.

"Why?" Didn't he get it?

"Because it's annoying and with your constant talking I only hear like fifty percent of the conversation in the movie. Which I paid for, I don't need to pay to hear you talking!"

"I paid to see this as well so could you both shut up? Thanks!" A guy in the row behind us said and I let myself fall back into the seat. At least Stiles was quiet now.

Stiles was able to be quiet for the rest of the movie. I was just about to throw my cup into the trash can when he approached me.

"You know, you're doing a shitty job at trying to get along." He said raising his eyebrows.

"I couldn't help it, you were annoying the crap out of me." I threw my trash away and started to leave the movie theater, Stiles following me. "So technically it's your fault. You're doing a shitty job."

"Now it's my fault. Of course because you're a saint and do everything right."

"I didn't say that I just said it's your fault." He was starting to annoy me again. Did he really have to make a big deal out of this?

"But it wasn't."

"Yes it was, just accept it."

"I won't because it's not true." He crossed his arms infront of his chest in a sassy manner. I just let out a frustrated breath and kept walking, joining the others infront of the theater.

"Told you I didn't believe it." I heard Danny say to Lydia and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"It was worth a try." Lydia sighed before motioning us to hurry up. "C'mon you two wranglers, we wanna go grab some food. We don't have time for your pointless arguments."

I didn't say anything, just followed the others to the food court of the mall.

"Just for the record I didn't start this." Stiles argued again and I'm pretty sure everyone groaned.

"Stiles, do you always have to have the last word?" Stiles shook his head in response, a smirk on his face. I balled my hands up in fists and just tried to ignore him. He just has to push my buttons all the time. He probably has a sick obsession with seeing me angry or something.

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It's been a week since Stiles and I decided to try and get along and since then we've had countless arguments. Most of them pointless, but it seems like everytime we talk it's like there is this constant little flame and as soon as one of us says something the other one doesn't even slighlty agree on it's like adding fuel to the fire and all hell breaks loose. I don't know what it is with us but it just doesn't work. We had gotten into an argument during history class and Mr. Erikson gave both of us detention. Great. So now I was sitting in Mr. Erikson's classroom checking the time every five seconds.

"You're free to go now. Try to keep your temper next time." And with that we both stormed out of the room.

"This whole trying to get along thing doesn't really work for the two of us, does it?" I asked looking up at Stiles.

"Not really, no." He said returning my gaze while gripping the straps of his backpack.

"Why? I mean we both know we used to get along." Maybe our past was the key to all this.

"Yeah but people change..."

"During one day? I mean c'mon... you were the one who suddenly decided to ignore me."

"I had my reasons. And I'd rather not talk about it." He said and turned his head again now staring ahead. I could see he was now deep in thought about something, probably the reason why he acted the way he did on that day. I wanted to desperatly know what was going on in his head but I didn't want to pry. If I would ask him now it would just result in another argument and I wasn't up for that now. All this fighting is taking a toll on me.

"Okay." I just whispered and turned the other way leaving the school building, Stiles had lacrosse practice so he went to the field. I had two choices now, either I walk home or I wait for Lydia. I wouldn't watch the practice today. I decided to just walk home. It wasn't that far of a walk and I had a lot of things on my mind. And this is a better way in sorting everything out than making out with some random guy. Gosh I still hate myself for that. That was probably the biggest mistake I made since moving here.

What were Stiles reasons to act the way he did? I'm not sure I'll ever get an answer to that but I hope I will. It's been bugging me all those years if I'm being completely honest. I partly moved away because of Stiles. I couldn't stand seeing him in the hallways and sending me these cold looks if he even got himself to look at me. I know moving away wasn't the best of choices and maybe everything would've been forgotten after summer break, but I considered it best if I just left this place entirely. And now I'm not so sure if it really was the best decision. Maybe I should've tried talking to him. And I mean really tried not just trying to talk to him and running away when he looked at me with that coldness in his eyes. I should've had the courage to shout at him the way I do nowadays. But I was too heartbroken to do just that.

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