Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Detention// Stiles

You were sitting in class, listening to Scott and Stiles talking about a party.

A party in which you weren't invited to.

"I mean, why wouldn't we go? Help you get over Allison and Lydia is not over Jackson yet so." You hear Stiles whisper. 

You will admit that you had a small crush on Stiles ever since about 2nd grade, but he's been in love with Lydia Martin since then. 

"Stilinski and McCall, you have something you have to share with the class?" Mr. Harris asks.

You smiled into your hand as you watched their faces turn into horror that slightly pleasured you.

"No, Mr. Harris, we don't. Do you?" Stiles said, a small smirk plastered on his face.

You giggled quietly as he smiled at the teacher. "Very funny, Stilinski."

A few minutes later, he continues to talk about this party and Mr. Harris stops teaching for the second time.

"The fact that your voice makes me want to shoot myself every time I hear still manages to amaze me every single day." Mr. Harris says to Stiles.

"Luckily for you, likewise."

You bursted out laughing, hiding your face in your hands.

"That's detention for you, Stilinski."

You continued to laugh, trying to hide them as Mr. Harris made a face at Stiles.

"You think that's funny y/l/n?" Mr. Harris turns to you. "You can laugh it up in detention as well."

*In detention*

You sat down at the table, pulling out your phone. Mr. Harris comes in, taking your phone with him. You lay your head on the desk, a loud groan coming from you.

Stiles sat beside you, a small smile on his face. You turned you head to face him.

"You think I was that funny?" He breaks the silence. "To get detention for it."

"I thought you were pretty funny," you smile. "I think you're always funny."

"I think you're pretty funny too."

"You don't know me." 

"I know enough."

"You haven't spoken to me since 3rd grade."

"You didn't speak to me either."

"Oh really?" You chuckle. 

"Maybe I was nervous to talk to you." He says, looking down at his hands.

"Nervous? To talk to me? Why?"

"Because you're a pretty girl and I'm not one of those guys that gets the pretty girls."

"Luckily I'm not a pretty girl so maybe you have a chance." You nudge him.

"You are a pretty girl. You're beautiful, in fact. I think you are anyways."

You grabbed his hand from underneath the table, intertwining your fingers.

"I think you're pretty beautiful too."

He laughed, looking down at your hands.

"You wanna go out sometime?" He asks.

"Of course I do."

Detention isn't really that bad after all.