Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Love To Hate You

"Do you know what she said, she said let Stilinski talk, he knows more than google." Stiles snapped as he rambled on.

"Stiles you do always correct her." Scott muttered and adjusted his straps.

"Yeah and I wouldn't do that if she wasn't always wrong." Stiles waved his arms about and glowered at where you were sat reading.

"But she isn't always wrong that's what she gets so annoyed about." Scott smiled at you and let out a sigh as you caught onto what Stiles was saying and slammed your book shut.

"Manners cost nothing, neither does a bloody smile!" Stiles yelled after you when you barged him out of your way.

"It must suck." A girl said as she leant on your locker. Stiles had been hurrying to his locker which was next to yours but he stopped when he saw the girls crowded around you and your head ducked so your hair fell in your face.

"Yeah, you used to be smart but now you're just dumb and ugly... Stilinski's right you really don't know anything. The girls laughed as the ringleader slapped your books out of your hand and the other knocked your glasses off and they skittered over to where Stiles was stood before walking away.

He quickly swiped your glasses off the ground and took some hesitant steps towards you as you slid down your locker and started to cry.

"Hey, you ok... whoa hey chill out." Stiles grabbed your shoulders when you shot to your feet and hit your head on your locker door. "You ok?"

He rubbed your glasses on the edge of his hoodie to clean them before wiping your tears with his sleeve and sliding them into place. You didn't expect him to pick up your books or sit next to you but he did, putting them on top of your bag as he glanced at you.

"Your head ok?" He asked after a while and you nodded, flinching when you touched the tender lump that had formed.

"I can put some ice on it when I get home." You snuffled and he nodded.

"You know it's not true what they said." Stiles muttered and glanced at you as you started packing your bag up and reached up to swing your locker shut.

"I know I'm smart." You said before walking away.

"Pretty to." He mumbled as you flooded the hall with bright light by swinging the double doors open, leaving him to gather his thoughts.

"You alright son?" John asked as Stiles tucked into his dinner with an unusual amount of silence.

"Yeah I guess." Stiles grunted and slurped his milkshake until John gave him a look. "Fine no, it's a girl thing."

"Lydia or (Y/N)?" He asked as he typed something into his computer and waited for Stiles to react.

"(Y/N) ... I mean she is the most frustrating and infuriating person I have ever met like I think I may hate everything about her." Stiles yelped with a sigh.

"You mean (Y/N), the one whose tongue sticks out when she concentrates, pushes her glasses up her cute ass nose with a pen and is constantly forgetting that Coach has moved classes?" John chuckled when Stiles nodded.

"Yeah that one, I don't understand how she can be so smart and simultaneously a ginormous klutz." Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes when John raised an eyebrow.

"What's she done today that's got you so frustrated?" John sighed and inspected the salad his son had dumped in front of him.

"Nothing, it's what I did." Stiles muttered and went into uncharacteristic calmness.

"Which was?" John watches Stiles lent on his knees and frowned.

"She was being picked on and I comforted her... wiped her tears and picked her stuff up because... I felt, angry that they did that to her and like I didn't want anyone else to comfort here but I don't know why." Stiles finished his drink and crushed his cup.

"You know I felt about a girl like that." John told Stiles who's eyes widened.

"But then you married Mom." He finished for the older Stilinski who chuckled.

"I married that girl." John chuckled as Stiles' eyes widened and he froze as he processed what had been said. "You like her so much which is why you're frustrated by her."

"That makes no sense." Stiles muttered. "You think you could make like an official visit, she smacked her head and she's probably got a concussion or something."

"Why don't you just got and check up on her?" The Sherriff asked and Stiles made a snorted fake laugh sound.

"Because we hate each other." Stiles said and John nodded.

"Of course you do son." The sarcastic tone in John's voice had Stiles frowning at his father.