Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 18

I collected the books that fell from my best friends locker and laughed as she awkwardly laughed as I handed them to her.

"Happy Mischief day!" She stared at me.

"What's Mischief day?" My eyes widened as I smiled.

"Mischief day is a day here at Beacon Hills high where there are pranks all day and night on teachers and students. It's..." I could feel eyes on us and turned around to see Scott and Stiles staring at us. I shifted my attention back to Kira. "It's really something to take part in, it's the best night of the year!" She laughed at my enthusiasm and glanced behind me at Scott. "The thing that makes this day even better is that it doubles up as Coaches birthday! So he does tend to become the primary target. But everyone gets super imaginative with it!" Behind me I heard two chuckles and let my smile fall a little, knowing who it was.

"Are you okay?" I looked up at Kira and nodded with a forced smile.

"Yeah, I just forgot I got so enthusiastic about this day...I never usually do it on my own."

"Is this about Stiles?" As I was about to nod, I realised Scott could be listening and turned around, seeing that he was.

"It doesn't matter, he has Scott, as usual, to do this with, maybe even Lydia..." Kira placed a hand on my shoulder as she shut her locker and we headed over to mine , which was coincidentally right by Stiles', like three doors down.

"So it is about him?" I nodded, pulling open the door after twisting in my code.

"It always is..." I sighed, noticing I had definitely become more open about my feelings towards the boy. I shifted some books and grabbed the notebooks and textbooks I needed. "Everything I do is because of him...I want to get away from all the supernatura-"

"Supernatural?"

"Yeah, like the adjective? When something is beyond what is natural?" She nodded, urging me to continue. "I just want to get way from the supernatural antics they always get up to...I somehow always end up in the hospital after going out with him and Scott...I want to escape that..."

"Like...leave it all behind?" I nodded with a hum.

"Exactly that." I closed my locker and glanced at the two boys behind me, leaning into Kira with a smile and whispering. "You know, I think Scott's taken a liking to you." I watched as her face lit up a pale red and she shook her head with an awkward laugh while I just giggled. "I'll see you later, I have to get to an appointment." We went off to our first class(es). Mine happened to be Econ with Coach, Stiles and Scott. I walked in about thirty minutes late with an awkward smile.

"Hale! Why are you late?!" I pulled my sleeves over my hands and hugged my books.

"Um..." I froze where I stood, not having expected him to shout, making me realise he had obviously been pranked this morning. "I-I, um, I-" my usual excuses usually involved Scott and Stiles because I was usually late with them and one of the two usually thought of the excuse. "I don't have an excuse..." Some people were jotting down notes and minding their own business while others were watching the exchange between student and teacher.

"Well then, maybe you can tell us the reason you're actually late?" I bit my lip, really not wanting to say it, now in such a vulnerable state stood up at the front of the class and shaking my head. I had forgotten to tell coach I would be late today because I had an appointment with the guidance counsellor for ten minutes then a check up with the school nurse because of the gunshot form Matt awhile ago and the whole throwing up mistletoe thing.

"Coach-" I heard Stiles' voice try to say something but I just continued to stare at the floor.

"Mischief night, or Devil's night is no excuse for being late to class!"

"Coach-?"

"I don't care what you were setting up or who for, but you should still be on time for class-"

"Coach!" He finally turned to Stiles who had called out to him as he pointed over to me. "You're going to make her cry." Coach looked back over to me and I decided against going to that class for today and just glanced at Stiles' before turning on my heel and walking out of the class.

"Hale!" And heading to the Lacrosse field and perching myself on the bleachers in the corner so I could lean against the bars, pulling my knees to my chest and staring out across the field at the woods.

"(Y/n)?" The end of school had rolled around and it turned out I had skipped the entire day. I looked down the metal and spotted a sort of familiar face, but not one I saw often.

"Weston, right?" He nodded and I smiled, having recognised him from my French class.

"Uh, the fire alarm just went off and I saw you over here so I thought-"

"Thanks." I slipped my books into my bags and climbed down the steps, following him to the usual assembly point.

"I thought you'd be with Stiles and Scott? They're you're friends right?" I shrugged as we passed the two in question.

"I don't think they are much anymore...they never really talk to me, they leave me out of things. But, I think its for the best, they're always getting into trouble." He nodded.

Weston was this boy I sat next to in French, he helped me every time he noticed I was struggling with spelling or tenses but aside form that I never spoke to him. He had bright green eyes and blonde hair and was pretty tall. He reminded me of an inverted young uncle Peter, it was weird.
Once school was finally dismissed, I saw Stile glance over in my direction before saying something to the others and starting to come over. I internally groaned and prepared myself for what could come next.

"(Y/n)!" I stopped walking and turned to face him with a forced smile.

"Stiles, hey."

"Are you okay? You weren't in any classes after Econ this morning..." I shrugged with a smile.

"I'm fine. Thanks, by the way, for pointing out in front of our entire class that I was on the verge of crying because a teacher was yelling at me."

"That's not-"

"What you meant? I don't care, Stiles." Those words seemed to hit him and he looked a little taken back, because usually I did care, I always cared about my friends, what they did, what they said...

"(Y/n)-"

"I'm going home, to Derek, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

I opened the loft door to see my brother and uncle sitting around a trunk.

"What's going on?" I dumped my school bag beside the door. "Welcome back, by the way." The two sent me smiles and continued with whatever was happening. I watched Derek force Peter's hand into a small box, making his eyes grow a bright blue.
I watched, slightly weirded out at what was happening, soon watched Peter stabbed a set of claws into the back of my brother's neck.

"Wait, whose are they?"

"Your mothers." I slowly nodded and just sat back and watched everything unfold.

"Well that doesn't look good." Apparently both of them had come out of it and I snapped out of my daze.

"Seriously, what's going on?"