I've got it bad [Teen wolf: Stiles Stilinski]

Falling

Disclaimer: I do not own teen wolf. I only own Brooke.

Chapter 1

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*STILES POV*

You know that feeling you get when you've fallen, whether it be for a person or over a rock? It feels like you can't get up because it hurts too much. It especially hurts when the person you've fallen for, only likes you as a friend, barely that.

I mean sure, I've realized that, Brooke, being the hottest girl in school, I have zero chance with her. But every time I see her walk down the hall, with her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and her broad white smile, I can't help but think, "What I would give, to just kiss her, hold her one time. Make her feel safe." And yet all I know is that whenever we are in class together, I can't stop staring at her beauty.

Sure, I know I'm a loser who's constantly dozing off in Harris' chemistry class, or who's been on second line for lacrosse, two years in a row. Not seeing the field one time. Yeah, that's how I feel when I'm around Brooke. Never seeing the field, because even though we are lab partners, I do all the work, she only says hi to me at the beginning of every class we have.

"Stiles, wake up!" I hear a knock at my bedroom door, I turn over to face my dad.

"Hey, how's your day been?" I question him, desperate to hear another voice other than the one crawling around in my head.

"Yeah, good. You've got to get ready first day of sophomore year, good luck, Stiles," he says in a hushed and angered tone. He closes the door before I could ask what was wrong, damn. Seems like all of my chances at everything are slipping away all at once.

I get up, and walk over to my dresser throw some boxers, pants, shirt, and blazer onto my bed. When I hopped into the shower I let the cool water rush over me, and as it became warmer; all I could think about was Brooke.

It's not like I jack off when I think about her or anything, I only do that on necessary occasions, y'know like twice a day. There are rules: never do it before school, always lock the door and close the windows and blinds, and never think about the person you like.

I slipped on my boxers, and jeans then walked over to my full length mirror. "God," I mutter to myself, "why the hell am I such a complete goof." I stare at my untoned body, and slid my shirt over my head.

I walked to the edge of the front door and stepped out, locking it behind me. I walked over to the blue jeep I had had for almost two years. Great its only 7:45, I still have fifteen minutes to get to school.

When I got there, it was already eight, so why the hell is there a pool of nothingness in front of me. No cars, no people, no leaves on the trees, no, no nothing. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was August 26, a Sunday.

"Shit, dad thanks a lot," I mumble slightly.

I rub my hand over the screen of my phone and subconsciously type a number and press call.

"Hello?" A familiar female voice, said on the other end. "Hello?"

I mumbled some self depriving words to my self, said sorry wrong number and hung up immediately.

"Why do you have to be so stupid, Stiles, every opportunity you have you throw away. What the hell is wrong with you?" I question myself not really expecting a response, but get one.

"Because, I'm a dumbass okay?!" I yelled at myself, slamming my open hands on the steering wheel, and dropping my head on it lightly.