Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Shared Trauma

I walk down the creepy and dark school hallway, gripping my backpack. Mr. Harris made me stay back and clean his classroom because I got in a verbal fight with Stilinski today.

Here's the thing, Stiles Stilinski is one of the only people who can get on my nerves just by looking at me. He never has to try in class to get amazing grades while I work my butt off and still get lower grades then him. Plus, he's constantly being sarcastic. How hard is it to give a straight answer?

Anyway, I don't like him and completely blame him for landing me a detention. Harris only likes me sometimes because we bond over our annoyance for the Stilinski kid but I guess today, he decided to not give Stiles a detention which pisses me off and fuels my hatred even more.

I break out of my thoughts when I hear shoes squeaking on the floor tiles. I look up and spot the devil himself.

"Stiles? Why are you-"

I'm interrupted when he runs up to me. "Shh." He spins me around and we start walking quickly.

"Don't shush me-"

He grabs my left arm and pulls me into an empty classroom. He shuts the door and locks it, peeking through the tiny window.

"Stiles, what the he-"

He puts his hand over my mouth. "Will you shut it for like thirty seconds?!" He loudly whispers.

I glare and rip his hand from my mouth. "Not until you tell me what's going on." I whisper back.

He looks out the window before turning back to me. "Umm. Okay." He runs a hand down his face. "There's a killer outside."

"What?!" He rushes to cover my mouth again.

"Do you want him to know where we are?!"

I exhale through my nose and shake my head. He slowly takes his hand off.

"Why are you here though?" I ask.

"Umm. Detention?" He says, unsure.

I give him a look. "You got me a detention with Harris, remember?" Stiles groans. "Why is a killer chasing you? What did you do?"

He flings his arms out, almost hitting me. "Why do you assume I did something?" I raise an eyebrow and he sighs, sitting at a desk. "Would you believe me if I said I was here to apologize to you but caught the killer, you know, killing?"

Before I can respond, I hear, what seems to be, a loud 'roar'.

"What the-" I look at Stiles who has a horrified look on his face. Then, we hear sniffing at the door.

Stiles mouths the words 'Don't move.'. I nod slightly, my heartbeat racing.

We wait, being as still as we can, until scratching and pounding starts on the door.

I cover my own mouth, trying not to scream. Stiles slowly walks over to me, wrapping an arm around me and walking us backwards.

Suddenly, the 'killer' or whatever it is, gives a final pound and the door breaks down.

What I see may be a killer, but not the human kind.

A giant wolf stands in front of Stiles and I.

"Where the hell are you, Scott?" I hear Stiles whisper, his arm tightens around me protectively.

Tears start to form in my eyes. I did not plan on dying today.

"I'm sorry." Stiles says.

"For getting me a detention? Yeah, no crap. I wouldn't be dying today if it wasn't for you."

"Okay, if we're going to die , can we not die on bad terms? At least I apologized." He mutters.

"At a crappy time!" I whisper loudly.

The wolf starts slowly walking toward us, growling at us. I feel a tear roll down my face.

"I am so sorry, y/n." Stiles says again. "I'm not sure what made you hate me, but I'm sorry."

A sob leaves my throat as the wolf starts prancing toward us. I tightly close my eyes, gripping on Stiles's shirt. I feel his arms tighten around me.

When we don't get attacked, I hear another roar. Curiosity gets the best of me and I open an eye. Scott stands at the door, with fangs.

He roars again and the giant wolf runs towards him. Scott turns and runs, the wolf chasing him away from us.

"Oh my God." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and fall to my knees.

"Hey, Dad. Can you come to the school? Something happened."

•••

The EMT shines a light in my eyes, checking for a concussion. He then tells me I'm good to go and leaves when he notices Stiles walking to me.

"Hey." I say with a small smile.He takes a seat beside me.

"Hey." He smiles back and it soon turns to a frown. He takes my left arm and examines the bruise starting to form from when he grabbed me earlier. "I'm sorry."

I shrug. "It's okay, you were just trying to keep me safe."

"From something I could've prevented if I hadn't gotten you that detention." Stiles mutters.

"It's really fine, Stiles." I glance over at him. "Honestly, if you hadn't, I'd still be completely clueless about the supernatural."

He clenches his eyes. "Oh yeah."

I gently nudge him with my elbow. "Thanks for saving me though." He shrugs. "I don't hate you, by the way."

He looks over at me and fury's his eyebrows. "What?"

"I mean, I thought I did. It's just-" I sigh. "-it's so easy for you to ace tests. It takes me hours of studying to even get a passing grade. You talk constantly in class and never pay attention, it doesn't make sense. Plus, your sarcasm gets a little annoying sometimes." I laugh softly. "But I don't hate you."

"It's how I deal with the trauma." He shrugs and smiles. "Can I be honest?" I nod. "I just wanted to impress you." My mouth opens, in shock. "And I guess I started to act annoyed by you because you acted that way. I didn't want to show I was interested, I guess. I don't know if that makes sense."

"It does." We make eye contact. "Do you want to start over?" I ask quietly, not sure if he'd want to, especially with how I've been treating him.

"Well, we do have shared trauma now." He breaks out into a smile and jolts out his hand. "I'm Stiles."

I laugh and shake his hand. "Y/n."