Stiles Stilinski Imagines

If I Could Tell Her

Stiles POV

I watch y/n walking down the hall towards me with a smile on her face and I can't help but smile myself.

"Hey Stiles." She greets me.

"Hey. What's up?" I ask and we start
walking towards our cars. We park beside each other. That's actually how we met.

"Not much. Just found out that my crush likes someone else." I look at her and see her frowning slightly. She groans. "It sucks. I really thought we had something, you know?" She catches my eye and I nod. I try my hardest to contain my excitement. If I could tell her how she's everything to me, she'll realize he's just a jerk and I've been here all along.

She shrugs. "Oh well. There's more fish in the sea, I guess." She sadly smiles. Yeah, like me.
"Anyway, I have to go. Bye Stiles." She waves goodbye and hops into her car, driving away.

I pump my fist in the air. Yes! I might actually have a chance now!

"Dude." I spaz and spin to see Scott with a small smirk on his face. "Just ask her out."

My eyes widen. "What?!? No!"

He shrugs. "Why not?"

"I don't know."

He chuckles. "That's not a very good excuse. You obviously like her so go for it." I shrug, unsure. He smiles again and points to his motorcycle. "Gotta go. See you at the game."

"Yeah." He rides away and I sigh.

Hey y'all.
I kinda got this idea from Dear Evan Hansen. I've been obsessed and it gets me so emotional aghhh.
Anyway, vote, comment, request, blah blah blah.
~Hails:)