Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Let Me Help You

Stiles watched as a book tumbled out of your bag and you grabbed it before he could catch a glance. You groaned and shoved it back in the bag and turned back to the papers you were studying as if nothing happened.

"Was that the book you wanted from the store?" Stiles watched as your eyes widened and you froze. "The one I offered to pay for until you could pay me back?"

"No." You said a little to quickly.

"Can I have a look at it?" He asked, eyes narrowed as he tried to pinpoint why you'd been acting weird for the last few weeks.

"No." You said again and he nodded.

"(Y/N) I was perfectly happy to lend you the money you didn't have to take it." Stiles sighed.

"I didn't take it Stiles, it just... appeared." You said truthfully.

"So it grew little book legs and thought, I know i'll catch a ride with (Y/N)?" He sighed.

"Maybe, how do I know what books think?" You yelped and grabbed your bag.

"(Y/N) hey... come on." Stiles sighed and attempted to catch up with you. "I just want to help you, if it's a rush from stealing that you like we can find a different way to replicate the feeling."

"You think I like stealing things?" You sounded teary when you turned to him but didn't look up from your feet.

"I don't know (Y/N), normally you text me and Scott all through class and you're at our games but you don't even call either of us to say that you're home and that you're safe." Stiles sighed and watched you turn away from him.

"Maybe I don't want to talk to you... or you two are always so busy I don't want to bother you, maybe I secretly hate watching you play Lacrosse and don't want to waste credit on texting you two because I have someone better to text." You blabbered and jabbed a finger against Stiles' chest with each word.

"(Y/N) Calm down, I just want to I know what's wrong." He sighed.

"Well maybe there's nothing wrong with me and you're imagining it did you think of the Mr Detective Stilinski." You glowered at him before slamming your way out of his house.

"And now she seems more suspicious." Stiles muttered to himself as he gathered your papers, not noticing the missing Lacrosse stick that should have been propped up next to the front door.