Teen Wolf Preferences & Imagines

Cheater - Scott Imagine for @babygirl1x1

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"Stiles? You home buddy?" Scott calls out, shutting the front door of Stiles' house.

No reply.

"Stiles! I need to talk to you about something urgent," Scott calls again, kicking his white sneakers off before rushing up the stairs in confusion.
It's an early Saturday morning, where on earth could Stiles be?

Scott hurries down the hallway and nears Stiles' door.
"Stiles?!" He flings open the door, "Stiles, are you in h-"

His eyes widen at the unexpected sight before him.

Stiles is asleep in his bed, shirtless. His arm is wrapped around a girl whose head is turned, and she is wearing one of his many flannel shirts.

Why didn't he tell me that he had a girlfriend? Scott asks himself.

But then he remembers the werewolf-related news that he had to tell Stiles urgently.
"Stiles, man, wake up. I have something important to tell you," he whispers, shaking Stiles.

That's when you turn around, murmuring subconsciously at your sleep being interrupted.

"What the hell?" Scott exclaims, jumping back as he sees your face.

"Melissa?! What the hell is going on? Dude, you are so screwed!" Scott shouts, yanking Stiles out of his sleep.

"Wha- Huh? Who's dead?" Stiles asks, his mind not functioning properly yet after his long sleep.
His eyes adjust to the light and then flicker down to you. He smiles a little, taking in your peaceful sleeping features.
Stiles assumes the shouting he heard was just another nightmare.

"I'm going to kill you!" Scott yells, leaping onto the bed and on top of Stiles, surprising him, and waking you as his fists forcefully come into contact with Stiles' face.

"Stop!" You scream, trying to push Scott off of Stiles.
Scott raises his fist to land another blow, but he suddenly pauses, his fist raised above his head.
"You're not worth it." Scott states, scoffing as he looks from you to Stiles.
He climbs off Stiles, walking to the door.

He turns on his heel to leave, but as he does you sigh and admit, "I know you're cheating on me with Kira."

He freezes, slowly turning to look at you.
You get up out of Stiles' bed, shooting him an apologetic look as you walk outside his bedroom door.

"This isn't working." Scott admits, looking at his feet.
"I like Kira, and you like... well, you like my best friend."

You smile weakly. "Yeah, I do. I really like him. I wish it were different, Scott. I do. Bur you and I just don't have a connection anymore."

He nods his head in agreement. "So, we're breaking up?"

"Yeah. I guess we are," you purse your lips, trying to hold back the smile that's playing on them. You can finally be with Stiles without feeling extremely guilty.

Scott smiles weakly. "I did love you. I do love you. But not in that way anymore. I should've known. I see the way he looks at you, and you look at him."
Your heart skips a beat. What way does Stiles look at you?

"Please don't be mad at him. He never meant to hurt you. Try to understand. For me," you plead him, picking at the cuff of Stiles' green flannel shirt.

"I'll try." He agrees, placing an affectionate kiss on your forehead.

"Goodbye, Melissa."