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Imagine: Stiles when someone makes a comment. "That girl over there."A freshman who was trying out for the lacrosse team caught Stiles' attention as he whispered to his friend. "Where?"The second freshman asked, honestly rather unbothered, Stiles guessed he was more interested in the tryouts. "There."The first boy pointed to the bleachers. Stiles followed his finger to where you were sitting with Malia and Kira, desperately trying to explain something to the werecoyote. "Yeah she's hot."The freshman stated to his friend."So what?" "Dude, that ass."The first one whistled lowly."In that skirt and those...those boobs." Stiles saw you bend forward slightly, showing off your cleavage as Malia frustratedly poked a hole through her maths book. He decided he'd had enough and walked over to the two freshman and swung his arms over their shoulders. "Hey, boys, what are we looking at?"Stiles questioned. "Dude, that girl over there."The first freshman that had spoken answered, pointing again at you. "Oh yeah she's gorgeous right."Stiles agreed with the boy. He saw you look up from Malia's work and spot him."Oh and she's looking this way." The freshman's eyes widened. You stood and waved and Stiles who gave you a smile and a small wave. "Why-why is she waving?"The freshman asked. Stiles removed his arms from the boys, the second who had completely lost interest. "I know her."Stiles told him. "Really?" "Yeah she's my girlfriend." The freshman went red and started stuttering, hand still pointed."Sh-she i-is-" "It's rude to point."Stiles told the boy, pushing his hand down. He began to walk away when he saw two other boys eyeing you."Yeah, you three over there. She's taken. Shut up."
