Dylan O'Brien Imagines and Preferences

"Him" - Stiles Stilinski

A/N There is a couple of POV changes and some of it over laps a bit, like it has before in my other imagines.

I walk down the hall with my backpack hitched up on my shoulder and small smile on my face.

I have art after lunch and I love art. When I'm drawing I feel like I'm high on ecstasy, sounds weird I know but that's the only way I can describe it. I just feel so light and in my own world, I love blocking everything out and drawing does that so easily for me.

I get to my locker and turn in the combination. Just as I open my locker I feel someone behind me, I turn around seeing Jackson with his cocky smirk. "Jackson." I sigh, I don't really like Jackson, actually I hate him but I like to think of myself as a nice person so I try to perk up a little.

"Hi Y/N. What are you doing here all by yourself?" He asks as he leans against the locker next to mine. His smirk never leaves his face as he waits for an answer.

"Well, I'm just putting stuff away for lunch." I continue to switch books and grab money for lunch and I notice Jackson still there I stop and turn to him to see his eyes looking at my body like a piece of meat. I shift around, uncomfortable under the gaze of the blue eyed boy. "Did you want anything Jackson? I'm kind of busy." I lied, I'm not busy at all I just want to make a quick escape. I feel something's about to happen and I'm not sure if I'm going to like it.

"Well, you're a hot slim girl," He steps forward so our faces are closer. I have this urge to step back but I don't want it to seem like I noticed so I juts subtlety lean back. "And I'm a handsome, good-looking, attractive, gorgeous, sexy, charming, smart, rich young man. So you me perfect match don't you think?"

I feel uneasy as I think of the idea of me and Jackson. He is suck a cocky bastard and I would never ever get with him if he was the last person on earth and it was up to us to save the human race. NEVER. But, being the kind person I am, I try and ease the rejection a little. "Uh- Well Jackson the thing is-"

"Um, excuse me?"

Stiles' POV

Stiles just ask, you can do it just ask. Practice okay.

"Would you maybe want to go to prom with me?"

God that sounds pathetic.

"Go to prom with me."

No that sounds like I'm demanding it.

"Y/N, well you go to prom with me?"

Okay that's much better. Now all you have to do is ask her, ugh. Life as a boy sucks.

"Okay, Stiles just say it. Just go up to her and ask. You can do it. It's not like she is the most beautiful girl in the world, it's not like I stop breathing every time I see her, it's not like I can't stop thinking about her." I sigh as I walk down the corridor.

Y/N is my long time crush. She is my Leia to my Han, she is my Hermione to my Ron, she is my Cath to my Levi. (A/N If anyone gets this reference I would be super impressed)

I stop for a second trying to compose myself, as I turn the corner I see something that makes my blood boil. Jackson leaning forward getting to close to Y/N, I can see how uncomfortable she is by the look on her face and I know she's too nice to push him away. She is no push over, if she wants something really badly she'll get it but she is too nice to tell someone to leave her alone. I can see how she shifts uncomfortably and I know I have to somehow get her out of there.