Lena Whittemore

Stiles's POV (Tuesaday Continued)

I can't believed she just lied to me. She's never lied to me before. That crap about Scott and Isaac needing help with Math and Science? Who does she take me for? But I play it cool, I don't go off like some idiot. Half because it's wrong and half because my ankle is sprained and it would be very hard to go off right now. But the whole reason is because I love her, I'll give her the chance to tell me the truth first.

"I have Math and Science with Isaac and Scott, they don't seem to need help," I say.

She groans and face palms her forehead. She looks so adorable when she does that, with her hair flowing, it's just heaven.

She looks up at me with apologetic eyes, "okay, um...don't tell Scott I told you this, but...he had me follow Allison around so he could find out more about her," she says.

My eyes widen, "seriously? I never though Scott would be such a stalker," I say but laugh.

She laughs with me and falls back on the bed. I lay down wait her and pull her into my chest.

She doesn't look as scared and flushed as she did earlier, which is good, but I'm still worried about her.

"Baby," I ask.

She looks up at me and smiles, "yeah?"

Right now is perfect, I could tell her I love her. But she might not feel the same way. No, I have to tell her. But what if she runs away from me? Okay, I'm just over-reacting now, I'll tell her now. No, I should wait. No, now is the perfect time, it might not come again.

"Stiles," she says, her voice pulling me out of my personal battle. She puts her soft hands on my cheek, "just spit it out."

"I-" I take a deep breath. My heart is pounding fast right now and my hands are clammy. God, I'm so nervous right now I could pass out. But I won't do it in front of her, I'm a man.

"Stiles," she whines. I hate it when she does that, it makes it so hard to stay away from her when she says my name like that, "just tell me."

"Okay, just give me a minute. Countdown, that'll help," I say and she giggles.

"Okay, 5...4...3...2...1...shoot," she says.

"I love you," I say.

Everything goes quiet and I fear for the worst. I knew it...she doesn't feel the same way. Maybe I should've kept it in, just to keep her in my arms.

"Stiles, I-"

"It's okay, I know you don't love me back, you don't have to feel bad for me," I say before she can break my heart.

"What are you talking about," she asks.

What?

"I do love you and I have no idea why you'd think I don't love you," she says.

My heart swells and I hug her tight, pulling her closer into me.

The breath I'd been holding is now released and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I love her. I love her. I love her! And she loves me too.

I feel like I could scream at he too of my lungs right now in pure joy and excitement.

"Stiles," I giggles and squirms in my hold.

I pull away, "what," I ask.

"Your hands were on my butt," she says.

I laugh and huge her again.

I remember the first time I admitted my feelings for her.

****FLASHBACK****

The doorbell rings and I hurry to answer it.