Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 10

Third person POV
Scott and Stiles sat in Stiles' room just talking, about what Lydia could be.

"Oh, has (Y/n) got any ideas?" Stiles shook his head.

"She won't talk to me. She's barely come out her room." Scott took a moment of silence.

"Have you tried talking to her?" The sarcastic of the two, nodded and spun around on his chair at his desk.

"She didn't speak to me at the dance, she didn't want my help at the house, and now she's ignoring me." Stiles sighed. "It's been days Scott." His friend just shrugged, and when Stiles got an idea he almost fell off his chair. "What if you talked to her?"

"Do you think that'll work?" He nodded and so the two of them got up and went down the corridor to your room.

Your POV
A knock sounded at my door and I stood up from my desk, having been doing some school work, and headed over to it, but not opening it.

"Go away, Stiles." I caught a second scent outside my door. "Scott? What do you want?"

"Can we talk to you?"

"No." My response was immediate and I went back over to my desk, continuing with my work.

"It's about Lydia." Scott continued to press on and on about trying to find out what she was because she wasn't a werewolf after the bite.

"I don't care." It sounded more annoyed than I had intended. "Go away."

"(Y/n), we just want to talk, please?"

"I think me saying 'go away' implies I don't want to talk."

Not long after that, the two of them left me alone and went off to do their own things, for Stiles that meant going to see Lydia and for Scott, Allison. I grabbed my nearest hoodie and recognised the sleek black car that pulled up outside. Stiles was still home, and so was Mr Stilinski, actually, so I grabbed my keys before wandering out of my room and down the stairs, knowing Stiles was talking to his dad in the lounge.

"I'm going out!" I could feel Stiles' eyes staring into the back of my head.

"When are you back?"

"Don't know, I've got my key." I replied to Stiles' dad before pulling open the front door, giving a brief glimpse of my brother's car before closing it and heading over to Derek.
The sun had set and the moon was up, so we drove to a cemetery.

Derek moved the heavy machinery and I poked my head over the hole with a bright smile, slightly spooking the boy in the dug out grave.

"Hi!" I tipped my head to the side. "You want some help getting out?" He nodded and I held my hand out to him, which he took, letting me pull him out. "I'm (Y/n)."

"Isaac."

"And this is my brother Derek."
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Tonight I was hanging out with Derek yet again, trying to avoid Stiles and the others. My legs were up against the wall as I spoke with my brother, pushing his arm away from me every time it came near me because he kept trying to poke my stomach. I laughed when he started to pout but we were quick to notice the shout o my brother's name.

"Derek?! Derek!" I stood up and poked my head out of the little bus in which Derek was living in.

"What's wrong"? I waved to Isaac from behind my brother, a strawberry lollipop in my mouth.

"My dad." I stared at the boy in confusion. "I think he's dead." I stopped doing everything for a second and just stared at the curly haired boy.

"What did you do?" Derek seemed genuinely concerned while I was just worried for this boy, he was like us now, an orphan.