"You're a what!?" You exclaim running your fingers through your hair.
"You can't tell anyone, please it's a secret. I wasn't even supposed to tell you," Stiles begged while watching you.
"How long have you been one? Does Scott even know? How many people do you have to killed? Is that why you were gone for five months?" All of these questions were running through your mind.
"I'm sorr-" he begins to say but you cut him off.
"No don't say you're sorry! You left me for five months out of the blue, not telling me or anyone, I thought you died! And then you just randomly show up and tell me that you're an assassin. Stiles that is not okay," by now the tears were streaming down your face.
Stiles grabbed your hand but you pushed it off, "don't touch me."
"Y/N I said I was sorry, like I said I couldn't tell you and I feel so incredibly bad about it," Stiles mumbled while looking at the ground.
By now there were people staring at you, he had to keep that he was here a secret but it was now out. You were glaring at a car that was behind stiles thinking of something to say. "You couldn't even text me one thing saying 'hey just so you know I'm alive I'll just be gone for awhile' but no. You cut me out of your life, for five months! Stile I love you but it seems you don't love me back," you spat then turned around storming off to your house.
Stiles stood there speechless, getting self conscious that people were staring at him. With tears threatening to spill he got in his Jeep and tried to get his breathing under control, he needed to try and fix this. Once he pulled up to your house he parked waiting a few minutes trying to think of what to say. He got out slowly and knocked on your door. You opened it, looking like you've been crying for hours but really it's only been 30 minutes. Eyes red and puffy, cheeks tinted with pink and your hair is messed up.
"Stiles I'm sorry, I over re-" he cut you off, "no I'm sorry Y/n, and you have every right to be mad at me because I don't deserve an apology, but you do," Stiles rushed and walked inside sitting on the couch, "I'm gonna explain it to you, everything."
You sat next to him and watched him rubbing your arms. He was right, he explained everything to you, on how he would get fired if his boss found out he told you, how not even Scott can know, and how he took a week break just to see you. You smiled a little and hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry for making a big deal about it."
"Don't be, how can I make up not talking to you?" Stiles questioned.
You thought for a second, "do you have other cars?"
He nodded, "I have an Ssc ultimate aero, an keonigsegg agera r, an saleen s7 twin turbo, an Apollo arrow, an Lamborghini veneno, an audio R8, an Ferrari 488 gtb, an bmw i8, an Bugatti Veyron super sport, and a Chevy Camaro," he answered naming them off the top of his head.
Your eyes lit up, "can I drive the ssc?"
Stiles looked at you fast, "ughhh, I don't know about that..."
You sat on his lap facing him and wrapping your arms around his neck, "babe pleaseeeeee, it's my favorite car."
He groaned, "only if I get to do what I haven't done for five months."
You grinned and shrugged, "totally fine with me." He put his hands on your waist and leaned up kissing you. Tonight would be a long night.
