Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Ten Bucks

A group of first years gathered at the end of the bookshelf nearest you. It wasn't hard to see what they wanted, using your powers. It would have been easier to concentrate on your school work if they would leave and try to do their own, rather than cheat and have you 'help them'. Sending a glare at them you wondered if they'd be so eager to ask your help if they knew how you knew all the answers to the tests the teachers set.

The whispering continued for several minutes and after a few severe glares the group thinned out to the last few. They were now egging on each other, unable to pick who should go up and bother you. Stiles was across the room talking to the librarian and still hadn't noticed that you were being bothered. You rolled your eyes as one of them finally approached you. Their nervous buzzing thoughts already blocked out the rest. Sometimes you wished, more than anything, Deaton had figured out a way to help you turn off your powers completely.

At least nowadays you could shake a hand without accidently seeing their life flash before your eyes. It had taken a few years of training with Deaton and he'd had to do Peter several favours to convince him to gather the information to help you.

Pulling yourself away from your thoughts, you slowly looked up from your book, and glared at the nervous first year who was clutching a notepad and pen, ready to scribble down the answers.

"Can I help you?" You snapped at the nervous first year that was approaching you.

"I was told you had the answers for everyone's homework and I should ask you. I'm failing my classes."

"Then study yourself." You shouted. Your shout attracted a lot of attention. Students nearby started to whisper and point over at you. While the librarian, who had never liked you very much, looked over to see what was going on. Stiles tried to distract her and ask her more questions but she blew him off. You could see the librarian hurrying over as Stiles rushed past her, shouting that he'd promise to keep it down. She reluctantly stopped and shook her head while he headed over and looked between you and the first year who looked like he might faint if you glared any harder.

"Hey, you want the maths homework, that's ten bucks" He said to the kid who scrambled through her pockets and managed to fish out nine dollars and fifty cents from their pocket.

"Good enough, (Y/N)?" Stiles took the money and looked at you expectantly. With a deep sigh and a look at Stiles' way to be sure that he knew you were not happy with the situation, you snattched the book from their hand and scribbled down the answers.

"Thanks!" They said happily as you took the book back and ran off. You watched them join up with their friends and show off the answers.

"Are you pimping me out Stiles?" You asked and smiled as he flailed around in a slight panic.

"No! Maybe. Sort of. A little!" Stiles spluttered out. You both started laughing and had to pack up as the librarian started to storm over and tell you off. "Lovingly! Lovingly pimping you out!"

"I should think so. I'm going to need five bucks for the bus home." You said as the two of you left the library, still shoving your books back in your bag.

"I can drive you home, we can get curly fries on the way home?" He offered hopefully.

"Ok, fine. But I'm not doing that trick every time you want fries." You warned him and laughed when he playfully agreed.