Imagines ↣ Stiles Stilinski

At Gunpoint (AU)

                 

Mae and Stiles never got along really well. The tension between the two was always palpable. There never was a moment when they could stay silent for more than a minute. The two would always end up arguing. Their heated discussion ranged from serious topics to absolutely irrelevant ones like why the halls of Beacon Hills are painted in that color. The others were tired of hearing their constant banters to the point that they tend to tune the two out. Although, they have to admit that it was cute watching the two.

Allison knew Mae like the back of her hand. It wasn't that hard considering that Mae is her cousin and that they practically grew up together. Allison knew that her cousin, Mae Argent, harbors feelings for the hyperactive spaz even if she doesn't admit it. Hell, she might not even recognize it.

Scott, on the other hand, knew Stiles in the same manner. The pale, sarcastic boy would always get so riled up when conversing with Mae that they ended up trying to one up the other. Truly getting under Stiles' skin was a skill that Mae managed to hone the moment the two first spoke a word to the other. Scott knew it had to take a lot for his best friend to get so worked up over someone. And Scott knew that it's the amount of admiration that Stiles has for the girl that always gets him so riled up when he's with her. Scott knew that his best friend acknowledges the fact that he harbors feelings for the other Argent. He knew but he just didn't like talking about it.

Lydia also sees the heat going on between the two. The only advice that she gives the other Argent is to, "Stop arguing with Stiles and just make out." Of course, Mae would cringe and make a face of disgust. She couldn't imagine herself ever making out with the sarcastic boy. To her, if the time comes that Stiles will be the last boy on the face of the Earth, she'd rather make out with the ground than with him. That was how much she detested him.

Well, that was what she thought.

In a small town like Beacon Hills, rumors spread like wildfire especially in the school. So when people saw Mae and Stiles walking out of the doors of Beacon Hills together, everyone was curious. They knew the reputation the two had and seeing them walk side by side with the same pace was making them wonder. But they were just on-lookers. They couldn't see the fear and anger brewing in the eyes of the Argent.

"This is your fault!" She finally snapped. The two were standing in front of the familiar blue jeep that stood out like a sore thumb in the parking lot.

"My fault? How is this my fault?" Stiles asked exasperatedly. He was desperately wishing that once, just once, he'd have a decent conversation with the gorgeous girl standing in front of him. He wished that she'd just let him try to get to know her and that she'd do the same towards him. But as of the moment, that seemed so far out of reach.

"If only you stopped your best friend from cutting school with Allison to go on a movie and lunch date, they wouldn't be stuck in the mall with a maniac who's carrying a loaded gun! Who knows what could happen to Allison!"

Stiles heavily glared at the slightly shorter girl who returned the same look at him. "Who knows what could happen to Scott! You're scared; I get it! But your cousin isn't the only one trying to get out of there safely. My best friend—someone who is like a brother to me—is also in there along with a bunch of other ordinary people trying to save their own lives! So if you're just going to blame me for this whole thing, which I know absolutely nothing about, then you should just get back to whatever class you're in and I'll go on my own,"

Shocked would be an understatement of how Mae felt after Stiles snapped at her. Sure, the two had arguments before but never did her snap at her like that. Somehow, in some weird way, her heart clenched painfully. It was almost like it hated the fact that he snapped at her. But more than that, her heart hated that it was Stiles who did it.