Gallows ✢ Stilinski | 3

FOURTEEN

FOURTEEN

As promised, I woke up beside Stiles the next morning. I wish I could stay like this, watching Stiles sleep instead of doing the PSATs this morning. I pressed my lips together, trying to not make any sound.

I then rolled over, and I felt my arms being wrapped around and Stiles ended up cuddling next to me. Oh, come on. He had deafened his grip harder, and I let out a groan as I can no longer move my arms. Stiles' legs intertwine with mine, which I don't mind, however, but it's getting to the point where I'm struggling to move.

Stiles' seemed pretty happy with himself. Even though he was sleeping. "Stiles," I mumble out, he didn't seem to respond. I pushed us backwards, with all my force. But nothing. "Stiles." He ignored me this time, resting his head on the back of my neck, his lips nearly touching my neck. He gripped even harder onto me. "Stiles!" I wriggle, and I wriggle, but nothing.

"What the hell do you want?" Stiles groaned, and I whined. I felt the grip loosen, and dramatically, I gasped for air. I turned around, facing him, and he was laughing at me.

"You were awake the whole time!" I accused, feeling rather angry with him. He shakes his head, smiling and laughing. "Never do that to me again, my arms are sore, Jesus." I then snuggle back down in his sheets.

"Hey, no, no." Stiles told me and tried pulling the sheets out, but I had a death grip on them, pulling them back down on me. "Stacey, we're not going through this again."

"I don't want to go!" I whined. "I'm too dumb for this, this is scary, Stiles. Protect me from it! Be my night in shining armor." I dropped the sheets when I realized he wasn't there, and I frown, letting go of the sheets a little. I then let out a huge squeal and gripped on the sheets as I realized he was at the end of the bed, pulling at it. "No, no, no, no!"

"Stacey," Stiles warned me and then pulled on the sheets and I slide towards him. I let out a small growl as he did another hard pull, and I slide all the way to the edge at the end of the bed. I let out a cry.

"Stop bullying me!" I pout. Stiles scoffed, and I let go of the sheets in defeat. He had pulled the sheets off so I wouldn't try anything like that again. "Stiles, I'm not going to go just so that I've been told that I've failed."

"You are not going to fail, Stacey," Stiles told me, as we connected eyes. "You and Malia have been studying like crazy for this. You will do brilliantly," I smiled softly. "Now, get changed, we have to kick some PSATs ass!"

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"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," I mutter under my breath to no one imparticular, as Kira, Scott, Stiles, Malia, and I stand in line to do the PSATs.

"What's her problem?" Malia asked, and I ignored her as I stare at the locker in front of me. Maths sucks. I'm going to fail in maths.

"She's probably thinking of ten different ways to murder me in my sleep considering I dragged her out of bed, literally," Stiles answered. I glared up at him.

"I wouldn't be in this position if I had stayed in bed!" I whine to him. "I think I'm going to throw up. I'll be back," before I could leave, Stiles had wrapped his arms around me, bringing me into a hug and growled. That didn't seem to faze him.

"You'll be fine," Stiles told me soothingly. "Stop being over-dramatic."

"Where's Lydia?" Kira suddenly asked, and I sighed, finally accepting the hug Stiles had pulled me in and wrapped my arms around him.

"She took her's in freshmen year," Stiles answered Kira.

"Does that mean I could've take mine another time?" Malia asked Stiles.