True Colors

Something Is Wrong

Third Person POV
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Stiles believes that there is something wrong. Something very, very wrong.
Throughout the rest of the day people are coming up to him to talk.

People don't just come up to him and talk! People don't come up to him at all. And they were flirting! He didn't know what to do about that so he just blushed and stuttered looking at them through his lashes sheepishly, and rubbing his neck while giving a shy smile. (Not even realizing how cute he looked)

And when he did, it made them stutter and blush. So yes something is wrong. No one flirts with him... Ever. So there must be something wrong.

Stiles doesn't realise how cute he is, no one did really. He doesn't realize that when he looks through his lashes that it makes people see how long and thick they are. Or that when he smiles awkwardly and rubs his neck he looks adorable and sexy because it shows off his muscles.

It didn't help that he ended up with a shirt Lydia picked for him in his bag, so it is tighter than normal with really short sleeves. Like a muscle tee.

He even calls for a pack meeting after school at the loft so they can discuss what is going on. Because no one talks and flirts with him. Ever. And it is very unsettling.

When Stiles arrived at the pack house everyone was already there. He had to stop by his house and get some research and baby food so he was the last one to show up.

He made his way up the stairs with little Aurora in his arms and his backpack and diaper bag slung over his shoulder. He made it in the house to where everyone else was before he placed the stuff on the floor and turned around.

Everyone was staring at him weirdly again.

"I think I'm cursed!" He all but shouted startling everyone including Aurora.
She began to cry, and it was like a flip was switched before their eyes. He stopped flailing and panicking. His scent turned sweet and he began mumbling sweet nothings to her in Polish.

When she had calmed down he looked up and saw everyone staring at him. Allison, Scott, Lydia, Aiden, Erica and Boyd were smiling. While Derek, Jackson, Danny, Ethan, Parrish, Issac and Peter were looking at him funny.

Lydia was the first to start talking.

"Well what's the problem?" She asked.

"We have a witch" Stiles said, the reaction was immediate. Everyone was talking over one another until Peter asked why he thought they had a witch.

"Well we have something controlling or confusing people" he pulled a ball of various papers out of his pocket.
"What are these?" Allison asks picking one up.

"Phone numbers, people have been walking up to me today talking to me asking me to help them with subjects and giving me their numbers"

Everyone stopped and looked at him. "Okay in the point is?"Lydia said while holding back a laugh.

"The point is and no one ever talks to me besides you guys, like ever. So for them to be talking to me means something is wrong, and I'm pretty sure some of then we're flirting! No one flirts with Stiles"

Lydia burst out laughing "Have you even looked in the mirror today Stiles, you look hot."

Stiles looked down "Yeah I always look like this" he said looking up and tilting his head to to the side while furrowing his eyebrows. He looked adorably confused.

"No Stiles" Lydia said. "You don't. You wear baggy clothes that don't even fit half of the time. This is form fitting and shows off your body." Lydia said as if he was stupid.

He looked down at himself and blushed. Then he turned around bent down showing his ass in those tight jeans to everyone as he started looking through his bag for a shirt.

When he couldn't find it he got down on his hands and knees so he could get a better look, and multiple groans were heard around the room.

Stiles turned his head to see what was wrong when more moans were heard. You see Stiles was posed doggy style on his hands and knees while looking back with a flustered face.

It made quite the site.and it probably quite the smell if the wrinkled noses around the room had anything to say about it.