The best night of my entire high school life was coming up in less than a week and I still didn't have a date. This sucked. Lydia said she was going no matter what, but I would rather stay at home and eat my feelings away in a takeaway box.
I glance in the mirror, before rushing down the stairs and out the front door, leaping into the car.
• Stiles' P.O.V
"I'm nervous, man." I mumble.
"No, you're working yourself up." Scott leans against the wall.
"Simply nervous. I got her a ring and everything. Is that too far?".
"A little bit. But you like her, right?".
"Yeah I do. But I don't think she likes me back.".
"I can smell the sexual tension between you two." Scott smirks as I widen my eyes and huff.
There she is, her Y/H/L, Y/H/C hair whipped behind her as the wind swiftly placed the strands of hair behind her shoulders. She flashed me a quick smile as she was about to walk past.
"Y/N. Come here a second." I shove my hands in my pockets, instantly regretting calling her name.
"What's up, Stilinski?" She asks, her pearly whites poking from behind her plump pink lips.
"I-I was-I was wondering if you'd like to come mine tonight for pizza?" Great. Well done Stiles. Real good job.
Y/N's smile fades as she quickly tucks her hair behind her ear, then showing a tight smile. "Yeah, totally. Just drop me a text.".
She began to walk away with Lydia, the both of them immediately continuing the conversation that I had rudely interrupted.
Scott walks over "Dude, her heart literally dropped into her stomach, she thought that you were going to ask her.".
"I know...I just, I freaked out." I quietly mumble.
• Y/N's P.O.V
I thought he was going to ask me. I thought that Stiles Stilinski was going to actually ask me to prom. But boy was I wrong. He just asked if I wanted to go round his for pizza, and it hurt. Yeah, I knew he'd always liked Lydia but i thought that we had something special.
•
Lunch came around quick and I bought myself some chips with a bottle of water. I hadn't had much of an appetite after I had been turned down. I guess it's my fault for getting my hopes up.
Stiles and Scott accompany Lydia, Allison and I at the table. Everyone joins in a conversation except me, as I absentmindedly pick at my chips, I notice that Stiles shared a few glances at me every now and again.
"So how are you getting home, Y/N?" Stiles asks.
I lift my head from my plate.
"Huh?" I ask.
"I asked how you were getting home." Stiles smiles.
"Well, I was going to walk.".
"I could give you a lift, then we can go to mine?".
"Yeah. Thank you.".
Lydia nudges my shoulder lightly, so I look at her. She smiles.
"I think we should all go ice skating!" Lydia squeals.
"Yeah. Yeah, sure.".
•
I walk out the school doors; freedom at last. Stiles bumps into me.
"Oh hey." He grins cheekily, holding onto his backpack strap.
"Hi." I smile.
"What was wrong at dinner? You seemed despondent.".
"Big words, Stilinski. They scare me.".
"Well, I hope this isn't a big enough word.".
Stilinski took a deep breath as we entered his jeep. Pulling something from his pocket. Was it a box? What is he doing?
"Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honour of being my prom date and becoming my girlfriend?" He mumbles.
"Stiles...oh my god I don't know what to say!" I smile widely.
Was this really happening?
"A yes would be nice?".
"Then yes! I will.".
• Stiles' P.O.V
'Did of work?' My phone vibrated to a message from Scott. Y/N was tangled in my arms, watching The Notebook and eating pizza.
'Yeah, thank you Scott.' I reply.
'I was kidding, I heard it all ;)'.
'Perv ;('.
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