Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Spit It Out, Stilinski: Part 2

Requested to do a second part by: @Stydia-Otp
Hope you like it!
 
  "Hey y/n." I turn my head and see Stiles. I shut my locker and start walking with him to his jeep. He's my ride home since I don't have a car yet.

"Hi." I smile softly at him.

"I was wondering- I mean you don't have to- want to- maybe-"

"What's with all the stuttering today, Stilinski? Just spit it out." I laugh and he clears his throat.

"Do you want to study? You know, since we have that test next week." We get to his jeep and I get into the passengers side. I shut the door behind me and buckle.

"Sure."

•••

We've been at Stiles's house for a while now and he's being really weird. He keeps looking at me and quickly looking away. And when I catch him, he clears his throat and brings up a question.

  I'm currently laying flat on my stomach and he's in his office chair.

  "The answer for number eighteen is covalent bonds, right?" I ask and lift my head to look up at him. He quickly looks back down at his paper.

"Uhh... yeah. I think so."

I sigh loudly and set down my pencil, moving to sit on the side of the bed, trying not to lift up my dress. He follows my actions with a confused look on his face.

  "Okay. What's wrong?" I ask.

  "What? Nothing's wrong." He scratches the back of his neck.

  "You've been acting like this all day." I flick up an eyebrow.

  "What? No. I'm just being my normal hyperactive spaz self." He sends me an awkward smile.

  "No. You've been pulling me around the halls, trying to get me to class faster, you've barely been making eye contact, oh, and you've been stuttering all day." I clarify. "Why are acting so nervous?" I then see his eyes flicker down but come quickly back up. Ohh. It's because I'm wearing a dress.

  "I'm completely normal."

  "You sure?" I slightly smirk at him. "It's not because I'm wearing a dress and guys have been staring at me all day?"

  "Okay!" He finally gives in and my smirk grows. "I've been acting weird, yes, because you're wearing a dress. You're insanely beautiful but that's not one-hundred percent why I've been weird." He sighs. "I was going to ask you out today."

"What?" I ask, surprised.

"But with you wearing a dress, I thought it would think that I only liked you because you are wearing a dress and it's showing off your legs-"

"Yes." I interrupt with a small smile.

"Huh?" He looks up at me, confused.

"I'll go out with you."

"Wait, really?"

  I punch his shoulder lightly. "Of course! Now, we should finish studying for that test." I move and lay down onto my stomach, him laying the same way beside me.

I turn my head slightly and see him staring at me with a cute smile.

"What?" I ask quietly.

  "Nothing." He looks back down at his paper.

"Whatever, Stilinski."