Teen Wolf Fluff & Smut (Requests Closed)

Stiles Stillinski - The Other Mcall

You were sitting in class, tapping your pencil against the desk and staring out the window when you heard someone call your name. "Miss (Y/N)?" Coach barks at you.

You snapped out of your daydream and looked up at him. His scary face was glaring you down from the front of the room. "Yeah? Yes? Uh, hi," you stutter, embarrassed.

"Were you listening to me?"

"No..." Your voice trails off on a guilty way. He walks to your desk and leans down.

"If not paying attention was the subject I taught, you would be an A+ student."

"I already am an A+ student," you answer back meekly.

"Yeah, yeah. Just... pay attention." He walks back to the board and you sink into your seat. He has chewed you out for the third time this week. It was really starting to embarrass you.

The bell rang after a tortuous fifteen minutes. You gathered up your books and stood up. You bumped into someone and they went crashing to the floor. You just felt like you could start crying hot tears because you were so frustrated. You turned around and was ready to tell at the jerk. You recognized him as the kid who sat next to you. And he was in almost all of your classes. And he was extremely hot.

"What the heck?" You asked fiercely. He was taken aback by your tone.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going and..." You hold up your hand to stop the flow of words from his mouth. You silently gather your books and scurry to your next class. The rest of the day is even worse. You are so tired and frustrated by the time the final bell rings that you could just start crying if anyone talks to you. You were at your locker when someone approached you. You slam the locker door to find the kid from earlier looking down at you. You almost smile. Almost.

"Can I help you?" You ask as you pull your bag into your shoulders.

"Yeah, um. I was wondering if you wanted to work on the Chem project with me. I need a partner. And you sit behind me. So..."

"Who are you?" You ask. But you already know.

"I'm, uh... Bilinski!" You laugh.

"Nice to meet you, Bilinski."

"No, it isn't Bilinski. It's Stilinski. Well, Stiles Stilinski. Hi," he says as he leans against the lockers.

"Well then. It's nice to meet you."

"Hey, aren't you Scott's sister?"

"I am."

"Oh, my god. I have known your brother forever and I have never met the Y/N McCall!"

"Well, here I am."

"So, are we going to my place or yours?" He asked.

"Uh, mine. I'll pick you up around, oh let's say, six o'clock?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Great," you smile. You turn and walk away. You smiled to yourself. You could have a date with Stiles Stilinski. You have always thought he was super cute since the first year of high school. But Scott had been his friend for longer than that.

You got home and saw Scott on the couch. "Hey, Y/N," he called.

"Hey. Stiles is coming over later."

"Why?"

"I'm doing my Chem project with him."

"Have fun," he replied sounding preoccupied. You shake your head and go up to your room. You brush your hair and touch up your makeup before falling onto your bed to watch some TV before Stiles got here.