Stiles Stilinski Imagines

You Let Me Down

Y/f/b ~ you're favorite band

   I impatiently tap my foot on the concrete floor, constantly looking at my phone.

   Today was Stiles and I's one year anniversary. We have a date tonight.

   Well, I've been waiting at the restaurant for almost an hour. The waiter is starting to feel bad for me. I can't stand pity stares.

   I check my phone and groan. No response. I grab my purse and head out of the restaurant, making sure to leave a tip for the waiter for at least making sure I was okay.

  Tears brim my eyes as I walk down the street, staring at my feet as I walk.

How could he forget?

  I hear shoes squeak on the pavement and I look up, a blurry Stiles stands in front of me. He sees my face and guilt immediately shows up on his features.

   "Oh my God, y/n. I am so sorry. Scott needed help with the new beta-" He starts.

   "Stiles." I interrupt. "This is our one-year anniversary date and you'd rather help a beta without even texting me. I probably would've been fine with it if you would've told me so I wouldn't have made a fool out of myself at the restaurant."

   "I know. I'm sorry-"

   "This is the third date this month that you showed up late or forgot about." I wipe a tear. "You've told me multiple times you were sorry and wouldn't do it again." I look up at him and see his eyes glisten with tears. "You really let me down." I take a shakey breath. "I don't think I can do this anymore."

   He freezes. "What?"

   I shake my head. "I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. Look, I know Scott is like your brother, he is to me too, but you can't keep missing our dates or pushing me aside to help him. He's an alpha, Stiles." I stare into his sad eyes. "I have to go. I have a math test to study for."

   I walk passed him and he stands, frozen.

   "Wait, y/n!" I hear him yell. I slowly turn. "What if I made it up to you?"

   I sigh. "What do you have in mind?"

   He smirks and stuffs his hands in his pockets, pulling out two pieces of paper. I look closer and a hand flies up to my mouth.

  "You got y/f/b tickets?" I whisper.

  "That's what I was doing tonight. I sorta had to go out of town to get them. They were last minute-" He's cut off by me engulfing him in a huge hug.

  "Why didn't you tell me?!?" I ask, my voice muffled from his shirt.

  "I wanted it to be a surprise." He says. I can tell he's smiling.

   We depart and I punch his arm. "I thought you ditched me again!"

   He rubs his arm and laughs. "I'm sorry!"

   I pull him into a hug. "No, I'm sorry. I love you."

   "I love you, too."