Teen Wolf Imagines

Never Love You - Void

The world seemed to slow down altogether as you registered the words that had been said. You stood around the corner from Stiles and Scott, listening to their conversation. That's when you had heard Stiles say the one thing that you'd never wanted to hear.

"There's no chance."

"None at all?"

"I don't like her that way. I never have and I never will."

You swallowed hard, taking a step back as you placed a hand on the wall to steady yourself. You'd always known that he probably wouldn't feel the same way about you, but hearing him put it into words made it that much more real. Your vision was beginning to blur, and you knew you needed to get out of there before someone saw you crying. You turned away and quickly made your way down the halls, bowing your head so that no one could see your face. You left the school in a hurry, collapsing into your car just as the tears began to stream down your face. You gripped the steering wheel tightly as you tried to control yourself, your knuckles turning white. For a few minutes, you sat there, struggling to reign in your emotions.

"That was a bit rough, huh?" A voice came from the backseat.

You screamed, jumping about a foot. You whipped around to see who was there, who had invaded your space. "Get out of m-!" You cut yourself off, your words stolen from you in fear.

Stiles, or at least the body of Stiles, was relaxing in the seat, hands casually placed into the pockets of his jacket. He raised his eyebrows at your reaction, amused. Your eyes darted to your door, but he shook his head, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

"Why don't you stay a while?" He said, a tone of darkness hidden in his voice.

You swallowed, turning back around in your seat. You eyed him in the rearview mirror, watching the way his face seemed to twist into a satisfied smirk. You suddenly reached for the door, pushing it open and trying to swing yourself out of it. However, his arm shot out, fingers wrapping around your arm. You cried out in pain, freezing halfway out of the car.

"I said," he snarled. "Why don't you stay awhile?" With that, he yanked you back into your seat. Your fingers were still wrapped around the door handle, and you pulled it shut.

He was still gripping your arm, and you arched your back slightly, gritting your teeth. "Now, letting you go won't be a mistake, will it?"

You quickly shook your head, letting out a breath you hadn't been aware you were holding when he finally released you. You moved a hand to cover where his had been, and you could already tell a bruise was forming. Again, you met eyes with him in the mirror, and he raised an eyebrow.

"I just want to talk," he said simply, leaning back.

You glared at him. "About what?"

He shrugged one shoulder, a small smile playing at his lips. "About your friend."

You pressed your lips together, clenching your fingers together into a small fist in your lap. You knew that all he wanted to do was play with you, and you had to remind yourself that you shouldn't take his bait. "What about him?"

"You really like him, don't you?" He suddenly changed the direction of the conversation as he leaned forward, gripping the back of your seat.

You fell still, hyperaware of his face near your head. You weren't going to answer him. Instead, you stared straight ahead.

"You do," he whispered, moving closer. His lips were almost touching your ear, and your heart beat faster. "Why is that, do you think?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting anything to do with this monster in your back seat. How it had even gotten in here, how it had known to come for you in your time of distress was a mystery to you.

"Is it his looks? His charm? His brain? His body?" His words were murmured quietly, and you held in a small whimper as you felt his lips brushing the skin just behind your ear.

"Stop it," you whispered. "Stop it! Stop it!" You jerked forward, avoiding his touch.

He chuckled darkly and sat back in his seat again, watching your every move. "It's just such a shame," he said conversationally. "That he doesn't feel the way you do."

You clenched your jaw, taking a deep breath. He was striking while the iron was hot, and he knew it. It was like poking an open wound, and your wound hadn't even had time to stop bleeding.

"He doesn't love you," he whispered, an evil half smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth.

"He doesn't want to be with you. He never will. He'll never feel the same way. He'll never love you."

Every word ripped you apart further, and you clamped your hands down onto your ears, trying to block out the cruel words he was speaking. But they echoed in your mind, bouncing around and hitting each other over and over again. You didn't think they'd ever stop.

"Stop!" You cried out loudly.

"Stop!" You were practically screaming, your eyes squeezed shut.

It was silent, and you slowly opened your eyes, moving your hands away from your ears. No sound came from the backseat, and you turned around carefully. He was no longer there, leaving you with a cold sense of fear and an emptiness you felt as if you couldn't fill. His whispers lingered in the air, and you covered your face, leaning forward and resting your forehead against the steering wheel. The worst part of it all?

He was speaking the truth.

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