Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Left Out

I think I'm at that point of reusing gifs and ideas without realizing it or I'm too lazy to actually keep looking for some I haven't done. Whoops sorry.

   It's been one month.

   One whole month without Allison.

   And the worst part is, I never got to say goodbye.
  
  I wasn't there for whatever plan they had. Apparently, Stiles thought it was best if I stayed away from Void and things so the whole pack kept the secret of the plan.

  So... of course I'm mad.

  It's been one month of Allison's death but also nearly a month of ignoring the pack. I mean, of course I've had conversations with them because they still want to keep me safe, but I haven't been hanging out with them.

  And I also know I shouldn't be blaming Stiles because all he wanted to do was keep me safe, but it hurts the most knowing he didn't trust me enough to tell me. I can protect myself.

•••

  "Y/n!" I hear a voice about from down the hall.

  I turn and see Stiles slowly jogging up to me, nearly out of breath. I try really hard to hide the amused smile growing on my face. I wipe it off when I remember I'm sorta mad at him.

"What?"

"It's... been.. oh my gosh..." He stands with his hands on his hips, taking in a deep breath before letting it out. "Okay. It's been a month since Allison died-" I tense. "-and since we've actually hung out so I think it's time we should talk this out."

  "Stiles. I can't-" I start.

  "Please, y/n. I seriously need to talk to you."

  I groan. "Fine. We can talk at your house after school. Now I have class to get to." He has a relieved expression and I spin back around, heading to class, hoping that I made the right decision.

•••

  I drop my backpack on the floor in Stiles's room and take a seat on his bed. I motion with my hands to get him to start talking.

"Okay, I know you're mad at me and I wish I can take everything back-"

  "But you can't." I say sharply and look down at my fidgeting fingers.

  He exhales. "Yeah, I know. But, you meant the world to me, I had to protect you."

  "I can protect myself, Stiles." I look up at him. "You know, if I knew- if someone would have told me the plan... you know things would have gone different, right? You're not the only human with a brain."

  He rubs his hands over his face and I can see him getting frustrated.

  "And maybe I'll be the one gone instead of her." I mutter.

  "Hey, don't say that-"

  "It's true!" I throw up my hands. "She seemed to have her whole life figured out! She had guys all over her, she was gorgeous, smart, funny, a huntress. And what am I? A girl who knows some things and kinda how to knock someone out."

  "You are all of those things, too." He takes a seat beside me. "But I do regret not telling you only because it pushed you away." I stay silent. "This is my fault, all of it, and now it's time to pay for my actions. Which means getting you back into the pack."

  "Her death wasn't your fault, I hope you know that." I look over at him. "You couldn't have stopped that. I don't think anyone could have. And I don't know why I thought I could've if I was there." He gives a small smile. "It just sucks to be left out."

   Stiles nods. "I know. And it won't happen again."

  I smile. "I missed you."

  He suddenly pulls me into a hug. "I missed you more." He whispers.