I opened my laptop to a bunch of pop ads I was confused so I called in the team."Hey guys? What's going on?" I asked as I pointed at my screen. They all came over and looked at my computer screen still pilling with pop ads.
"It's a virus.... dumbass," I heard Stuart say under his breath.
"I know that but what did I do?" I laid back in my chair as they scratched their heads thinking of what to do.
"Move aside humans I just googled it," he pushed pass them and leaned over me to reach the keyboard so I started to play with his hoodie strings whilst he was fixing the computer.
"Done and done" he said entering the space bar.
This bitch.
"What?" He cocked his head as he sat back in his seat with his feet on the desk.
"I know he ain't using google with his witch craft ass," I mumbled.
I knew he heard me by the scoff he Made moments after.
"I know what is witch craft? How your ass looks so damn good in those shorts," he said I could hear his smirk plaster on his face. What a cocky slut. The fuck you think this is. I can't lie though my ass do look good.
I jumped from my seat and went over to him and whispered in his ear. "I know you put virus there just so you could lean over me..... perv," I left the room without a sound.
A/N I know this ain't lovey dovey sorry I have no ideas sis just don't come at me but I posted a new chapter on the differences book go check it out read vote on it idk impregnate it.
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