Teen Wolf Imagines

Recon - Stiles

You walked along the row of identical blue lockers that lined the corridors, coming to a stop when you reach the number '667'.

You suppress a smile as you glance at the locker next to your own which had never been used in the whole year since you had started.

It would seem that you weren't the only one who was superstitious.

As you begin to stuff your chemistry text book inside in exchange for the Spanish textbook that you had dubbed 'mal', a perfectly manicured hand closed the door with a resounding slam, startling you out of you inner musings and causing you're heart to stop for several beats.

Taking a deep breath, you glanced over to the left at the owner of the hand.

"Allison, Lydia? Mind if I ask why you're suddenly slamming my locker shut in an attempt on my life?", turning around to lean back against your locker as Lydia took her hand back, examining the two girls curiously. If the smile on Allison's face was anything to go by, then she was definitely up to something and had dragged her red headed friend into it.

"Hi Y/N. We were just wondering if you would like to come have lunch with us.", Allison said, despite the sentence being phrased as a question, it definitely didn't come out as one. Glancing nervously between them, you could already tell you wasn't going to get out of it even though you had been wanting to talk to Stiles about an interesting mind controlling plant you had found online and how it could be the cause of a zombie apocalypse.

"Umm, sure. Why not...", you answered with fake enthusiasm.

"Glad to hear it, come on then.", was Lydia's response before her and Allison grabbed one of your arms each and began to pull you along towards 'popular' table in the middle of the canteen, already occupied by stupidly attractive faces, all wearing the same high end fashion brands. The only two faces you recognised were those of Jackson Whittemore and Danny Mahealani, with no Scott in sight, and after a quick scan of the canteen you also noticed how Stiles was mysteriously absent as well.

Never a good sign.

Pushed down into a seat between some random girl, who stuck her nose up slightly as she gave you a once over, only serving to piss you off, and Danny who offered you a friendly smile.

Glancing up as Allison took the seat across from you, Lydia sitting down next to her. It was quiet for a few moments as you just stared at each other, while the rest of the group talked around you. Finally you had enough and opened you're mouth to ask why you had been kidnapped only to have Allison beat you to it.

"So Y/N, Me and Lydia were just thinking that despite already being here a year you seem to have not... uh...", She hesitated, obviously looking for the right words, and Lydia deciding to butt in with her usual level of finesse.

"You haven't got a boyfriend, it actually pretty sad.", she commented offhand, causing both you and Allison stare at her.

Going bright red, you glanced around the bustling canteen in search of a distraction or possibly someone willing to help you out of this situation, and finding no one. Releasing an audible gulp you turned back to the two, trying to ignore the others at the table who were obviously eavesdropping. "W-well,", you cleared you throat before continuing, "I guess I haven't really f-found anyone I li-like...", you manage to choke out, glancing away from their piercing gazes for the last bit.

"Liar.", you're head shot up at Lydia's voice. She was looking at you with a calculating eyes, "You and I both know you have someone you like, now you might as well tell us now before we are forced to turn to...", she glanced down to examine her nails before flashing a sickly sweet smile, "more underhand mea-"

"Lydia! There is no need to threaten anyone!", Allison interrupted, sending her friend a glare before turning her attention back to me, "But I agree with Lydia, It is clear that you like someone if that blush is anything to go by. So tell us.".

You were screwed, Allison was looking at you with her most persistent and dangerous gaze that came from years as a hunter, while Lydia... Well you could almost imagine Lydia holding a knife behind her back in case they really had to do it the hard way...

"Fine...", you heaved a sigh, you glanced around at the others at the table who suddenly turned their heads back to their 'original' conversations.

"Just not here...", you mutter, before drawing up from the seat and heading out of the canteen, the scraping of chairs on the linoleum floor indicating the pair was following, and moving towards the girls bathroom in the west wing of block C, rarely used at this hour.

After entering, you came to rest against the off white sinks, watching as the other two entered, arms crossed and twin expectant gazes.

"I-I...", you hesitated for a moment before giving a sigh of surrender and spilling your most well-kept secret of the year, giving it out in one breath, "I'minlovewithstilesstilinski!".

It was silent, your eyes cast down, not wanting to say anything more, and waiting for the other girl's responses.

Suddenly a soft giggling filled the air, causing you to look up at Allison in shock. She covered her mouth but she couldn't completely muffle the laughter, while Lydia smirked slightly at you. For some reason, both of them looked unbelievably smug.

"Come with us.", Lydia said, grabbing your arm again, Allison following behind giggling, as she pulled you out the bathroom and towards... the training Field!

"No stop!", you exclaimed, tugging against the surprising strong grip, only to have sharp nails dig into my wrist as Lydia continued unaffected. You glanced back to Allison, putting your best Scott imitation in full actions going for the puppy dog look in hopes of creating pity in the brunette. Of course that didn't go to plan, and Allison's giggles turned into outright laughter, drawing the attention of boys dressed in full lacrosse uniform, practicing off each other.

You sucked in a sharp breath, as you noticed your two best friends glancing in confusion at you and then Lydia and Allison. Stopping right in front of them, Lydia smirked at Stiles, while Allison came forward and wrapped her arm around Scott's back and smiling at Stiles as well,

"Mission accomplished Stiles. Our lovely Y/N here does have a crush on you."

With that, you felt Lydia pushing you forward and into one shocked, slightly sweating, buzz cut boy, whose arms wrapped around you automatically.

"Stiles?", you managed to breath out in confusion at the sudden turn of events, bright red blooming across you're cheeks as you stared up into his deep brown eyes. A momentary flash of guilt passed through his eyes, before the crinkled up, his trademark grin taking its place of his face.

"So you like me too, huh?", he asked quietly, eyes focused solely on your own. It took you a moment, before hesitantly nodding you head.

"Good, because now I can finally do this.", before you could even voice you confusion, a pair of chapped lips pressed awkwardly against your own.

The kiss was awkward and clumsy, and yet you couldn't help but feel it was the most amazing thing you had ever experiences. Once the shook had finally passed, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back just as passionately, letting your tongue flick out against his lips.

Breaking apart for air, you gasped, trying to catch your breath, before sending the equally flushed boy a cheeky smile.

"You should of done that sooner.", you laughed before pressing another quick peek to Stiles' lips.

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