The Badass Running With A Werewolf {Stiles Stilinski Fan Fiction}

Sort Of Cute

-2 weeks later-

Aaliyah's POV

Yesterday, I got out of the hospital and well, I'm feeling pretty confident about going back to school. My gunshot wound healed and I look like myself again, no broken arms or legs. No nothing.

As I searched my closet, I soon found the perfect outfit. I put on a black off-shoulder sweater, high-waisted black goodnight moon Levi cut-off shorts, thigh high black socks, and black vans.

Making my way into the bathroom, I applied heavy mascara and winged eyeliner. I applied some clear lip gloss before moving onto my hair. I curled it into tight locks of curls before masking it with hairspray and putting on my sunglasses.

Grabbing my phone, I shoved it in my back pocket and threw my leather backpack over my shoulder, escaping to the living room. "Morning sweetie, are you ready for school? Are you sure you're ready to go back?" My mom smiles, while question with a worried expression.

I chuckled a bit before grabbing the cup of coffee waiting for me, "Mom, I'll be fine." Like that, I grabbed my car keys and escaped the building.

"Aaliyah, where have you been?" I hear Derek call out, walking towards me.

"I've been in the hospital," I answer turning around to see him.

"Why?" He asks, concerned.

"I got shot, that's what I get for being a complete asshole." I shrug, smirking.

Stiles' POV

I looked down at my outfit and grinned, I didn't look half bad. I wore black jeans, a grey v-neck, black vans, and a leather jacket. "Remember Stiles, don't overdo the badass act." Scott reminds me as I lean against the locker beside his. I nod and look around, immediately spotting Aaliyah. She was hot.

You can do this, Stiles.

Aaliyah's POV

I stopped at my locker and opened it, throwing my back in it, along with a few other things before grabbing my books. Checking my phone, I turned around and leaned against my locker.

"Hey, Aaliyah." Allison greets, waving at me while walking up.

"Hey, I haven't seen you in weeks." I laugh, putting my phone in my pocket as we made small talk.

"Allison, hey." Scott waves as him and Stiles. I glance at Scott and wave as he does the same and I glare at Stiles. Hot damn.

"Wh-What is Stiles wearing?" I choke out, as the two of eye Stiles.

"I have no clue," Allison stitches her eyebrows together, "But I'll give him some credit, he looks good."

Slightly, I nod and we make it to our first period as I slide in the seat next to Stiles. "Hey, cutie." I hear a preppy voice say to Stiles. He simply waves an leans back in his chair, putting him arm on mine making me roll my eyes.

"What happened to you?" I interrogate, glancing at him, arching my eyebrows.

"Don't you know, babe, I'm always like this." He answers, kicking his feet up on our desk.

As the bell rings, I look down at my phone and start texting random people. "Hey, look its a substitute!" A random student cheers, as I look up seeing a different teacher, maybe in her late 20's.

"Great." I murmur, sitting forward as if I was paying any attention to what she was saying.

I slowly look down at my phone and start texting Lydia, talking about random things. I soon feel heavy breathing against my neck and my eyes snap towards Stiles' direction, "Can you not be so nosey?"

"What?" He plays a sly smirk while shrugging, "I got bored."

"Go poke your nose in someone else's conversation, okay?!" I suggest, huffing maybe a little to loudly.

"What are you to going on about?" The sub asks, making her way to our desk. I lean back in my seat and cross my arms, looking over at Stiles.

"Its not really your business." I state, shooting her evil glares.

"Well, you two are interrupting the learning process, now what is it?!" She snaps, gritting her teeth as if it were to scare us.

"All that happened was is that I was reading her phone conversation and she got pissed." Stiles shrugs, leaning back.

"You had your phone put?" She questions, looking at me.

"Well, maybe for like a second or two." I mutter, scratching the back of my head.

"Give me the phone." She orders.

"You're funny," I sarcastically laugh, "You aren't getting shit until you start paying the bill."

"I'm done with the two of you," She groans, "Principal's office now."

"Look what your stupid ass got us into." I hit Stiles in the back of his head as we march out of class.

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"Stiles and Aaliyah.." The principal unenthusiastically announces, "Why?" He questions, gesturing to us in his office.

"He started it." I accuse, pointing at Stiles.

"She was on her phone." Stiles blurts.

"Stop, stop it, both of you." He cuts us off, rubbing his temples. "I don't care what either of you did, okay? Lunch detention for the both of you."

I groan loudly and grit my teeth, looking at Stiles, "Thanks so much, Stiles." I sarcastically say.

"No problem." He grins as if he was cute.

Maybe he sort of is.