Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Just Stop

Y/ex: ex boyfriend or random name

Stiles and I are studying for an upcoming exam but I can't concentrate.

"Hey." I look up from my textbook. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I say quietly.

Stiles sighs and shuts his textbook. He sits beside me on his bed. "What's wrong?" I shrug. "Come on, you can tell me."

"I know." I look up and into his eyes. I let out a sigh. "Y/e broke up with me."

"What? Why?" I hear a hint of joy but I brush it off.

"He said he started liking someone else." He furrowed his eyebrows. "I keep asking myself 'What's wrong with me? Did he get bored? Am I not pretty enough? Am I too clingy?'" I sigh again and look at my hands. "'Am I not good enough?'"

"No, that's not true-" Stiles tries to start.
"Then what is it?" I sharply look at him. "I mean, there are other girls who are way prettier-"

"Stop, y/n."

"And better-"

"Just stop!" Stiles yells. He has an angry look on his face and I have a surprised look on mine. "I am not going to sit here and let you talk bad about yourself!" He takes a deep breath. "You're beautiful and amazing and any guy would be lucky to have you. He's just an idiot and doesn't see that."

Silence takes over us as we stare into each other's eyes.

"You really think that?" I ask.

He softly laughs. "Of course I do. For a couple years actually. And it sucks that you tend to go to guys that don't appreciate you for you."

I look down at my lap and smile. "Thanks Stiles. You know, if you told me that a while ago, I probably wouldn't have gone to those types of guys."

My eyes meet his. A genuine smile lights up his face. "Really?" I nod.

Well, I kinda got that idea from Victorious lol.
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~Hails:)