Stiles Stilinski Imagines

College Drop Out

"No.... no come on you can make it baby!" You begged your car as it slowed and clunked to a stop. You had to admire your cars choice of breakdown spots.

A few steps away was a dodgy run down garage. Beat up jeep sat in one of the garage spots, all the work spaces empty but one with a brand spanking new bike that a boy was leaning over as he inspected it.

"Ok, just pop the hood and see what's wrong... then get out of here as quick as you can." You muttered to yourself, not seeing that the boy was now watching you.

A phone rang and you jumped, almost smacking your head on the hood as you struggled to hold it open, mentally cursing shortness for making you look the fool as the boy chuckled and shook his head.

"Yeah, Stilinski garages how can I help." He grunted in a gruff voice. "Scotty, yeah she'll be done this afternoon... you and Lydia still on for tonight or you got more late lectures?"

When it was clear, you had no idea what anything was or where the small stream of smoke was pouring from you gave up and glanced at the boy who pretended he hadn't been watching you.

"You know I can just sell the place, Dad sank his retirement money into this... drives your Mom crazy having to put up with him but hey, they bought the Martin lake house together." He laughed and hung up.

When you turned, you were surprised to see him lent against the Pepsi machine, beer dangling from one hand, silently watching your struggle. You turned around so fast that your trainers skidded in the dirt, kicking up the pail dust.

"You need some help Miss?" He asked and you froze, slowly turning back, shaking your head despite the smoke that was now doing a Niagara Falls impression down the side if your car.

"He's fine, just being dramatic." You mumbled and he chuckled, making your eyes widen when you realised that he'd heard you.

"Well you want me to have a look at the old man or you wanna sit out here and drive away my customers." He flailed a hand around at the motorbike sat in the garage and shook his head sipping from his beer before coming to stand next to you.

"I should probably call... someone to get it towed." You mumbled and he pointed towards a shiny tow truck without looking around.

"I'm the nearest tow truck around, I can get this fixed by tomorrow morning... got a few spare parts for this model so I'd only charge you for my time." He wiped his hand on his shirt and you winced as his white shirt became even more stained.

"It's ok really I'll just let it cool down and he'll start again... always does." You winced when a loud pop shook the car and you rubbed the light as if petting the car would help.

"Trust me sweetheart this is not going to start again." He sighed and you pouted a little.

"Are you sure... maybe it'll work for a few days first?" you asked hopefully and he glanced in your car.

"Heading up to the college... alright come back tomorrow afternoon fill this beast up for me and I'll see what I can do for him." He rapped his knuckles on the Pepsi machine and cocked an eyebrow as he waited for a response.

"Really!" You squeaked and forgot that the guy who owned the dodgy looking garage was offering you a free look over for your run-down car.

"Yeah sure, you'll want your stuff out the back though there's a bus that stops down the road that'll take you straight to campus." He smiled as you scrambled to grab as much as you could carry, shaking his head as you shuffled along.