Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Study Buddies

My heart pounds as my chemistry teacher passes out test scores. I can already tell I failed.
He hands me mine, upside down. You know when they hand you your test upside down, you didn't do so well.

I sigh and quickly flip it over. Sixty-four percent. A D. Great. My parents are going to be so proud of me.

"What'd you get?" I hear Stiles ask from beside me. We don't talk much outside of Chemistry.

I show him my test with a grimace. "Ouch." He meets my eyes. "You know, I can help you if you want. We can be study buddies." I see his test. Ninety-seven percent.

"Study buddies?" He shrugs. "Okay."

His face lights up. "Wait, really?"

I softly laugh. "Did you think I'd say no to raising my grade?"

"No, I just didn't think you'd want to study with me." He says quietly.

"Of course I would. I think you're pretty cool and would make it more fun then studying with Lydia. She yells at me every time I ask a question so she just does it herself."

"Wait-" He leans in. "You know she's smart?"

"Yup." We look back at her. She's twirling hair around her finger. "I wish she would stop acting like she's dumb."

He looks back at me with a small smile. "So, do you want to study in the library or my house...?"

"Your house would be cool." He looks at me with surprise. "I can get to know all your little secrets." He laughs. "Just kidding. The library is too quiet for my taste. I also really despise the librarian."

"Yeah, me too." The bell rings. "Um, well, I could meet you at your locker to give you a ride if you want."

"Okay." I smile. We exit the classroom. "See you later, Stilinski."

"Bye, y/l/n." He says with a wave.