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I was getting books out of my locker when I heard someone stumbling towards me.
Next thing I know my locker door is being slammed into my face.
"Ow what the-" "Oh my god! I am so sorry!!" I rub my head and look up to see a very nervous Stiles.
"Oh Stiles." I say and try my best to not look in pain. "It's okay. It didn't hurt that bad." I lightly laughed. "A-are you sure? I got you pretty bad. Oh god it's definitely gonna leave a bruise!" He said examining my face. "Stiles it's fine, really." I smiled.
"Well I'm sorry I ruined your face, it was really nice." I blushed at his words. "I mean it's still nice! It's just bruised now because of me." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll be fine." I laughed. He hesitantly laughed too.
"Well, um I actually came over here to ask you something." He said clearing his throat.
I closed my locker and gave him my full attention. "And what would that be Mr. Stilinski?" He laughed nervously at the nickname and his cheeks flushed pink.
"I um was wondering if I don't know if um you don't have to say yes it's up to you but, would you maybe um-" I smiled knowing exactly what he was trying to ask me. "I'd love to."
"W-what?" "If you were trying to ask me out on a date then I'd love to." "R-really." I nodded slowly and he gave me a goofy grin. "O-okay um I'll text you?" "Sounds good." "Okay b-bye." "Bye Stiles."
I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and walked off to my next class. He stood there shocked and his cheeks were bright red.
He turned around slowly and began walking down the hallway to his class. He was doing a goofy dance because he couldn't contain his excitement.
He couldn't wait to tell Scott that the girl of his dreams said yes.
