My Angel, His Stalker(Matt/Stiles)

Chapter One

Matt sat a few seats behind Stiles in his Physics class, staring hard at the back of his head, his brow creased into a frown. He watched the boy focus on the teacher and take notes, occasionally turning to say something to Scott who was sitting beside him on his right.

It's been three days since the events at Jackson's party and Matt had been watching and silently observing Stiles when no one was looking. Matt had found it hard to keep the hyperactive spaz out of his head for long. And believe it or not he tried to block him from his mind but Stiles' adorable face always popped up moments later.

Matt had pretty much given up on trying to block Stiles from his mind and had embraced the fact that maybe he was starting to like the boy. One thing Matt found himself thinking about a lot was how Stiles had jumped in the pool to save him. He'd heard a lot of kids talking about how Stiles had dropped what he was holding and jumped in the pool without hesitation.

Matt thought that Stiles was brave and cute. He had never even thanked him for saving his life. So Matt made up his mind to thank Stiles after school.

The minute school ended Matt hurried to gather his things as Stiles and Scott left the room. He walked out and caught up with Stiles at his locker.

"Hey Stiles."

Stiles looked up from his open locker, his eyes meeting Matt's and he said, "Hey Matt."

Stiles continued to rummage through his locker as Matt tried to get his thoughts together. Tried being the key word here.

"Listen, I uh...I just wanted to thank you for saving my life the other night." Matt told him.

Stiles smiled and let out a breathless laugh. "A tad late for that one don't ya think? Besides it was the right thing to do."

Matt found that he was awestruck by Stiles' smile. God he was adorable....so goddamn adorable. Matt realised he was staring at him and cleared his throat, looking away as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

"Still...thank you." Matt said looking back up.

Stiles smiled at him one last time and closed his locker. "No problem. I--"

"Stiles!" Scott yelled from down the hall.

Stiles glanced in his direction before turning back to Matt. "I have to go. I guess I'll see you around."

Matt watched Stiles walk outside with Scott and disappear around a corner. He couldn't get his smile out of his head, or his small laugh. Matt shook his head and strode down the hallway, out the doors and to his car.

I don't like Stiles. I just admire him, Matt thought. I just admire him.

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Stiles drove his jeep down the road that led to Derek's loft, Scott in the passenger seat. They apparently had a pack meeting and it was one that Stiles would rather miss out on. He had homework to do and no offence to any of his friends, but that was more important.

However, Scott had insisted he come and suggested he just bring his homework with him. Stiles couldn't decline his best friend so here he was, pulling up to Derek's loft. When they got out and walked inside, Stiles was met by Lydia tackling him in a hug and Isaac patting his shoulder.

Stiles was confused and even though he'd never pass up an opportunity to hug Lydia, he gently pushed her away and frowned at them.

"What's going on?" He asked slowly.

"The party the other night. You saved Matt from drowning!" Lydia exclaimed.

Matt Daehler. The guy he had been talking to earlier. The one person that no one ever paid any attention to. The guy who almost died because of it. Subconsciously, Stiles' eyes drifted over to Jackson who was leaning against the wall, watching him.

Stiles turned back to Lydia. "Someone had to, considering how everyone was just watching as he drowned."

"So you had to play hero." Jackson stated.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at Jackson and said, "It was your party asshole and he's your friend. If he had drowned at your party, you would've been in huge trouble."

Jackson chuckled. "One, he's not my friend. Two, no one cares about Matt so if he had drowned no one would have shed a tear. And three, it would be one less waste of space."

Everyone stared at Jackson in shock and surprise. Everyone except Stiles of course, who just glared at him in anger.

"You're a cold hearted son-of-a-bitch, do you know that? Matt's a person! He's not a subject for your stupid ass game! He could have died! If I hadn't noticed what was going on, a second longer and he'd be dead!" Stiles yelled at him.

"Why do you care so much?" Jackson demanded coming closer.

"Because I have a heart and you don't." Stiles said simply. "I honestly don't know what Lydia see's in you because all you do is hurt people to get what you want. You're a cold hearted bastard who always needs to put someone down in order to feel good about yourself. If anyone's a waste of space, it's you."

The tense silence was taut like a bow string and when it snapped back no one was prepared for it. Jackson growled and punched Stiles in the face. Caught off guard and dizzy, Stiles stumbled back against the wall and he moved out of the way as Jackson tried to punch him again. Derek grabbed Jackson and slammed him to the floor as he started to wolf out.

Stiles brought his fingers up to his nose which was now bleeding profusely. He was lucky Jackson hadn't punched him any harder or he'd have a broken nose for sure. Stiles covered his nose with his hand as Malia and Lydia took him to the bathroom.

And this is why I didn't want to come.

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Matt paced about his room, unable to get Stiles out of his head. His smile, his laugh, his voice...and his big brown hazelish eyes, his dark hair that looked like silk, the freckles that dotted his nose but you couldn't actually see them unless you were very close, and then his smell. God he smelled like cinnamon and spice and Matt liked it.

And then the boy was smaller than he was. Shorter and he was like a teddy bear that you could hug all day. Matt however just wanted to get his hands on Stiles and make him his. But god he was straight. Hell, Matt was straight but he just had no idea why he was thinking about Stiles like this.

Matt continued to pace around his room, running both of his hands through his hair before rubbing his temple. He glanced at his camera and shook his head at the idea forming in his head. That would be stalking...but who was going to find out?

Stiles was obviously stuck in his head so he might as well make the best of it right?

"I am so going to hell for this." Matt muttered to himself.

A/N: So how was that? I worked very hard on this so...hope you enjoyed.

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