girl almighty // s. stilinski [1]

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"Bea, hurry the hell up!"

The aforementioned girl rolls her eyes, slipping on her right heeled sandal before standing from her bed, and grabbing her back from her desk chair. As she walks out of her bedroom, she runs a hand through her tight curls in an attempt to loosen them.

Her right contact starts irritating her eye, her hands coming up to fix it as her heels click against the hardwood floors of the hallway. She sighs, her attention focused on finding some relief for her eye, not noticing the boy walking out of the bathroom.

And straight in to her.

A surprised gasp leaves Bea's lips as she runs in to Stiles' stiff chest. Stiles quickly wraps his arms around the girl as he loses his balance, bringing Bea down with him. A large huff leaves Bea's lips as she lands on her back, Stiles nearly crushing her as he lands on top of her. Once he regains himself, he props himself up on his elbows to alleviate his weight.

She clicks her red hair out of her eyes, looking up into his whiskey eyes above her, less than three inches away. "Hi," she breathes, a small smile on her glossed lips.

Stiles grins back, his eyes moving around her face, focusing on her lips for a fraction of a second before looking into her eyes. "Hey."

"You know, I totally wouldn't mind being late for school, but Noah's there, and I'm pretty sure he would," Bea reminds with a chuckle.

His chest rumbles with laughter as he nods in agreement. "Yeah, you're probably right." Stiles pushes himself up, offering her a hand. She gladly takes it, allowing the boy to pull her up. As he does, his eyes catch sight of the healing bruise from Aiden's hand around her neck. He frowns.

"How's your neck feel?" he questions, looking back to her eyes.

She sighs, shrugging her shoulders. "It's still sore, but I'll live."

He lifts one hand, running his fingertips along her neck with a feather-light touch, making her breath hitch. She watches him with wide eyes and baited breath, not moving an inch.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, moving his hand away.

"For what?" she asks with furrowed brows.

"I should've stayed with you that day. None of this would've happened if I had just stayed with you."

Bea rolls her eyes, pushing his shoulder slightly. "Stiles, even though I had to go through hell, I wouldn't change a thing. I would honestly go through it again."

Now, it is Stiles' turn to be confused. "You would? Why?"

The girl smiles. "I got to see my mom again, Stiles. That's something I've been waiting for for five years! I don't even care about the pain. I just missed her so much."