Stiles Stilinski Imagines

You Can't Fix Me

Stiles P.O.V:

  I watch as y/n sits alone at a table across the cafeteria, picking at her food. I notice how her hair isn't down like usual and is up in a messy bun. She's wearing her glasses but I can tell she has bags under her eyes. She's wearing a baggy sweater. She doesn't even have to try to look beautiful.

  "Stiles. What are you looking at?" I hear Scott say. He looks over at y/n. "Oh."

  "I feel bad." I say quietly.

  "Then go talk to her." I snap my head over to look at him. He just shrugs.

"I haven't had a single conversation with her in weeks! Not even a 'hello'!" I spaz.

  He shrugs again and looks back at her. "Dude. She looks miserable. She probably needs someone to talk to."

   I groan. "You're right."

   He flashes a cheesy grin. "Of course I am." I roll my eyes.

  "I'll be right back."

  As I walk closer to her, her head snaps up. She  tosses her food in the trash, and heads out the door. I follow her.

  "Y/n!" Her walking speeds up. "Y/n! Please stop!"

  She comes to a halt, her shoes squeaking against the floor. She abruptly turns around. "What, Stiles?"

   "Are you okay?" I ask softly, not wanting to scare her off.

   "I'm fine." She sends a fake smile and begins turning back around.

  "No you're not." She stops and I hear her sigh. "You're not alone, y/n."

  "You know, I stopped talking to you because I thought you guys wouldn't want me in your group anymore." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "I met you guys through Allison. I was friends with you because she was. I dated you because she said you liked me and I liked you. Now, I realize that I was like a fifth wheel."

  "That's not true-"

  "You broke up with me right after Allison died!" She through up her arms. I can see her eyes glisten with tears. "How do you think that made me feel, Stiles?"

  "That's not why I did." She looks at me with confusion written all over her face. "I thought you would hate me because of what happened to her. I thought you would hate me for not telling you I was dying. I thought you would hate me for not doing anything. I thought you would hate me-"

  "I could never hate you." A tear slides down her cheek and she quickly wipes it. "I just needed someone but you weren't there. And I'm broken. I don't know if you could tell or even know since we haven't talked in weeks-"

  "Then let's talk. Let me help fix you."

  "You can't! I can't be fixed, Stiles! I lost my best friend. I lost my boyfriend. And it feels like I've lost my sanity, too. I belong in Eichen-"

  I grab her hands. "No you don't. Let me help you. Let me try to fix you." She shakes her head. "I won't be able to completely put you back together, but please let me try."

She looks into my eyes. "Okay."