Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Stiles - You Tell Him Theo Hurt You

You finally reached your car and got in weakly, shutting the door. Your hands were shaking and you let out a wobbly sigh, resting your head on the car head rest behind you. 

It was about eleven o'clock at night, and you just got out of the school building as you remembered a textbook you desperately needed. When you came out of the building, Theo was waiting by your car, as if he knew you were there - as if he was expecting you. He had a cynical smirk on his face, one that left you feeling sick in your guts. When you approached him, he demanded to know where Scott was. You didn't know where he was, why would you? Upon hearing your answer, he hit you. He hit you until you were left on the ground, whimpering and unable to say anything more. Your cheek was in great amount of pain from the hits, and your ankle hurt like hell from tripping over. 

You heard your phone buzzing in your drink holder. You wearily opened your eyes and glanced in the direction. You decided to ignore the call, you couldn't get out the energy to move your hands to grab the phone. Moments later, the phone rings again; and again, and again. You finally answered the third call, and saw the caller ID from your boyfriend, Stiles. 

"Hey." You croaked out. 

"I've called you like four-hundred times why haven't you answered?" He asked, sounding slightly concerned. It wasn't normal for me not to answer the phone. 

"I, uh-" you gulped, finding it rather difficult to speak. There was no way you could drive. "-need you to come get me." 

"What? Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. 

"I'm in the school car par-park." You whispered. You were so tired, you just wanted to go to sleep. 

"What? Never mind, just, yeah, okay, just stay there, alright?" And with that he ended the call. You felt scared, what if Theo was still here? You saw him walk off, but what if he didn't really walk off? Your heart rate picked up and you felt yourself getting more and more scared with the seconds passing where Stiles wasn't here. 

It felt like eternity, but really, it'd only been about ten minutes and you saw Roscoe drive into the school car park. He drove towards your car and stopped, quickly jumping out of the car and jogging over to your driver's door. He opened it fast, and looked at you with horror. 

"What the hell happened?" He almost shouted, pushing your hair out of your face and inspecting every inch of you, fear on his face. "Y/N, tell me what the hell happened." He demanded, jaw clenching. It scared you, to be honest. You were already on edge with the happenings with Theo, and now it seemed Stiles was angry with you. Even though you knew he wasn't, the tone of voice made it sound like you've done something wrong. 

Tears welled up in your eyes with the reality of what just happened. Stiles's features instantly softened and his lips spread into a thin line. 

"Can I take you to mine?" He asked gently, delicately stroking your jaw with his thumb. You nodded, and he placed his hand on the small of your back, the other one taking your hand and putting it around his shoulders. He slowly helped you out of the car, and once he knew you were stable on the ground, he took a step forward to his jeep. You squished your face together on your first step, paining taking over your ankle. You let out an unexpected groan from the pain, and Stiles looked at you with concern. 

"I'm fine." You said as you quickly recovered. Stiles shook his head and placed the hand on your back, under your knees and lifted you up bridal style. Your arms went around his neck and he walked you to his jeep himself. He opened the car door with his foot, and placed you down on the passenger seat. Once you were in the seat, he pulled the seat belt over you and clicked it in place. 

"I'll just go get your things, okay?" He said, and you nodded. With that, he quickly jogged off to your car and received all your items. When he was back, he put your belongings in the back seat and got in the driver seat, closing the door.