Stiles Stilinski Imagines

I Don't Want To Lose You

Y/N P.O.V

"Stiles! Stiles wait!" I yell after my boy-- I mean ex-boyfriend. "Will you please tell me why?" I feel the tears begin to flood.

Stiles keeps walking away. "Why do I need to give an explanation for breaking up with you, y/n?!"

"Because I thought we were good! You just broke up with me out of nowhere!" He stops abruptly and turns around.

"I wouldn't break up with you for no reason." He says without meeting my eyes.

"Then what is it?" I whisper. He turns back around and heads out the school doors, leaving me standing alone in the halls, trying my hardest not to break down in front of my classmates. They've already seen enough of our drama.

Stiles P.O.V

"Hey man." I hear Scott say. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine." I shut my locker and swing my backpack over my shoulder.

"I can smell your sadness." He says softly.

"I'm fine, Scott." We make our way to Econ.

"No you're not, dude. I'm a werewolf, remember?" I roll my eyes.

"No, I completely forgot that you grow hair on the side of your face and have fangs that retract back into your gums when you're done biting flesh off of someone." I scoff.

"You can tell me, Stiles."

I stop and turn to him. "I know, Scott." I sigh and look at the ground. "I broke up with y/n."

"What? Why? I thought you guys were good?" He says, shocked.

"I-I don't want her involved with the supernatural. She's going to find out someday, Scott. The more she hangs out with me, the closer she'll get to it." I wipe my tear.

"Dude," Scott sighs. "I know I lost Allison because of it but it's best if she knows. Like you said, she's going to find out someday, better now then when she's getting attacked by something of the supernatural."

"Scott-"

"I know you love her. I know you'll do anything to protect her, but don't let her be angry or sad about losing you when she does find out you kept it from her."

I nod. Then, get an idea. "Will you help me with something?"

"Yeah, sure."

Y/N P.O.V

  I pull out my textbook and shove it into my backpack. I wipe my tear and slam my locker. I then feel my phone buzz and pull it out of my pocket.

From Stiles❤️:
Meet me in the boys' locker room.

I sigh and slip my phone back into my pocket. I then head towards the locker room. This better be good.

When I get to the locker rooms, I slowly open the door and see Scott and Stiles.

"Hey." Stiles says awkwardly.

"Hi. What did you want to talk about?" I say, dryly.

Scott steps forward and I see his eyes turn a vibrant red.

"What the-"

"He's a werewolf." Stiles interrupts.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." I mutter.

"He's not." I turn around and see Liam with his eyes shimmering yellow and Malia with hers a sky blue.

"You guys are werewolves?" I ask.

"I'm actually a werecoyote." Malia says.

"Okay. Guys this is crazy. I'm going crazy." I say frantically but Stiles grabs my hands and I look up at him.

"You're not crazy. I broke up with you because I thought it was to protect you from this. But, knowing you and how smart you are, you would've figured it out and be angry at me for not telling you."

He then explains everything about the supernatural.

"So, summing this up, werewolves, banshees, hellhounds..."

"It's all real." Scott says.

I look back at Stiles. "I thought you broke up with me because you didn't love me anymore."

"Umm... I think you guys need your space. We're leaving." Liam says and I watch the three exit the locker room.

"That could never happen."

"But the supernatural can?" I throw up my arms.

"Y/n. Please let me talk." I nod and let him. "I love you. So much. You have no idea. I couldn't stand losing you so I thought if I let you go, it would be easier but-"

I cut Stiles off by pressing my lips against his.

When we break apart, I stare into his eyes. "That will never happen."