Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 31

Around a week and passed since Mexico and I sat at my desk browsing through the internet to see if a Werewolf cross something was even possible. My door opened and I immediately slammed my laptop shut, spinning around in my chair.
"Uh, whatcha doing there?"
"Nothing." My response was instant and I swallowed, standing up and heading over to Stiles so I could push him out of my room.
"Are you sure...?" I nodded and placed my hand on his chest, pushing him back out of my door. His hand gripped my wrist and he stared at me curiously. "(Y/n), are you okay? You've been off since we got back from Mexico." I nodded again and tried to push him out, only for him to stand his ground and slip passed me, heading over to my laptop. I grabbed his wrist and yanked him back towards the door and shoving him out.
"Out!"
"(Y/n)!" Stiles whined as I shut the door. Another voice speaking up.
"So does she want to come?"
"I never asked, she kicked me out, after closing her computer as soon as I opened the door..."
"So she's not coming?" Stiles knocked on my door once more and I flopped onto my bed.
"What do you want Stiles?"
"Uh, Scott and I were wondering if, uh, you wanted to go out for a bit, with us..." I pulled opened the door and stared at the two sceptically.
"To do what?"
"We were thinking bowling?" Scott asked and I squinted my eyes at them.
"Who else is going?"
"Uh, we're gonna ask Kira, Malia, Lydia and Liam." I took in a sharp intake of air, hissing through my teeth.
"I'm sorry, I'm busy tonight." I sent them a sarcastic smile and shutting my door, Scott's hand stopping it. "What, are you doing?"
"There's something wrong. Stiles was right, you've been different since we all came back. Is there something you want to talk about?" I stared up at him, my shoulders slumping and vulnerability swimming through my eyes. "(Y/n)?" Scott broke my little thought process, which I didn't realise I was having, and I let out a small hum.
"Oh, uhm, no, I'm fine. You guys go out tonight, I've got, uhm, something." The two shared a look, both of them slipping into my room, Scott looping his arms under mine while Stiles grabbed my legs, the two of them gently swinging me. "What are you two doing?" The swings grew larger. "Scott! Stiles!" The two playfully tossed me onto my bed, making me scream and laugh at the same time while the two of them just chuckled.
"Feeling better?" I nodded, sitting up and shuffling to the end of the bed.
"I just don't feel like going out tonight."
"Any reason why?" I shrugged at Stiles' question, the two of them sitting on my bed beside me.
"I don't know, I just...I miss it." The two looked at each other then me, confused. "I-I miss it just being the three of us...when we didn't have to worry about supernatural things happening every minute." The two shared a look again, Scott resting his head on mine while Stiles just took my hand in his.
"It'll be the three of us soon, we'll hang out soon." I stared at Stiles', slightly offended.
"You and Malia are glued at the hip, Stiles. It's never going to be just the three of us, you both have girlfriends."
"You have Liam-"
"No, I don't. Every guy I've ever liked seems to show an interest in someone else. First Stiles and Lydia, then Isaac and Allison, now Liam, I just know he's going to find someone this year, so we ended things." I felt Stiles' hand loosen it's grip and Scott lift his head from mine." I looked at the two, my eyes welling with tears. "What?"
"You said me..." I nodded with a shrug when Stiles spoke.
"So? You've got Malia and I don't really care anymore. It's almost senior year and I have to start thinking about colleges to apply to, I'm done with teenage boys. Just go have a fun night, okay?" The two nodded each taking a turn to press a quick and friendly kiss to the top of my head before walking out of my room.
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While Scott sat on the hood of the Jeep with Stiles leaning against it, I sat cross-legged on the roof of the vehicle, Stiles glancing up at me very now and then as I stared out across Beacon Hills town.
"Okay so I found some cool three bedrooms in the Mission district, but they're pretty expensive. A couple in Haight and Ashbury. Also expensive."
"What about Berkeley?" Scott asked, shifting his attention to Stiles. "Don't a lot of students live around there?"
"Yeah, yeah, we could try Nob Hill, but the Jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches."
"No Jeep left behind, huh Stiles?" He chuckled at my statement and nodded.
"You know m stood well, (N/n)." I smiled, looking over to check on Liam. "So, Lydia's thinking Stanford, Kira's thinking USF, Malia's, uh, gonna, you know, she'll figure something out, okay? The plan is perfect."
"Or we could see which colleges we all get into, then figure out where to live." I suggested, knowing I stole Scott's idea. The werewolf chuckled and tipped his head back, spotting me and shaking his head with a smile.
"I have a vision, man, and it's a beautiful vision. Don't ruin the vision." Scott and I laughed at our best friend.
"You're an odd one Mr Stilinski."
"Says the werewolf with a psycho uncle-"
"Says the one dating the daughter of my psycho uncle." Stiles fell silent as I lay down on the roof and stared up at the stars.
"You guys all right? Starting to feel it?" Stiles noticed Scott staring at the full moon.
"Just thinking." Scott replied and I just stayed quiet, watching the stars twinkle in the sky, listening to their conversation,
"About what?"
"Senior year."
"Senior year, come on, that's, that's..that's nothing. That's going to be easy."
"It's more like something Deaton once told me. You ever hear of regression to the mean?"
"Nothing can be all good or all bad, everything has to come back to the middle, an equilibrium." I answered, still staring ta the sky.
"Exactly. Think about the last few months. Things have been good, right? But not amazing."
"Yeah, but, no ones tried to kill us in six months either."
"Right. We've been pretty much in the middle for awhile now. Which means, at some point, the scale has to tip one way or the other. Things are gonna get really good again..."
"Or some other supernatural entity is going to try and kill us.." I added with a sigh, finally sitting up, Scott nodded, Stiles looking kind of bummed out now. Thunder crackled above us, cloud rolling in.
"Think it's been long enough?" Stiles asked, letting us hear a faintly whined 'yes' from behind us. We looked back to see Liam chained to a tree. "Hey, trying to have an adult conversation over here."
"All right, you're two years older than me, and I'm fine. Just let me go." Stiles and Scott wandered over with the keys while I sat on the hood of the Jeep now, stealing Scott's spot.
I sat in the back of the Jeep with Liam, staring as the boys fixed the 'electrical problem' with duct tape as usual. after seeing. A flash of light, the two of us looked behind us curiously.
"Guys..." Liam called out to the two while I stayed staring at the spot the lightning hit. lighting hit again, getting closer. The boy beside me jumped, calling out more frantically. "Guys!"
"Yeah, give us a second please." We shared a look at Stiles' words and I bit my lip.
"Liam, stay in the car, okay?" And then lightning struck behind them and I sighed.
"They should have listened." Liam nodded and the two of us went back to our phones. The engine came back on and Liam poked his head out of the window, asking if we could go.
We had picked Malia up and I said I'd walk to the school, slipping out of the Jeep and letting Malia take my seat, not really in the mood for dealing with all this affection going on.
"(Y/n), get back in the Jeep."
"Nah, I'm good, I'll walk." As I stared walking, the Jeep pulled up beside me, Stiles speaking.
"Come on, it's pouring with rain-"
"Stiles." I turned to face him with a sigh. "I don't care, I really don't, tell me again, and I'll tear that door off the Jeep." He nodded almost unnoticeable and I started walking again, the group turning and heading towards the hospital.

As I entered the school, Malia's eyes caught mine and I looked down, feeling my heart break once again as she and Stiles kissed, and this one seemed meaningful. I felt my shoulders slump and I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my hoodie as I pulled the hood over my head that little bit more to keep my face dry. I walked through the school and headed towards the rest of the seniors, going into the library and up the stairs to the designated bookshelf.
I saw the initials D.H and smiled, knowing exactly whose they were and held the pen between my fingers, hesitant to write my initials...before quickly scribbling them down and handing the pen to the boy behind me with an encouraging smile, looping back around to the stairs and pulling my hood up, passing by Scott's pack, their eyes catching my face and the dejected look as I hurried down the stairs and out of the library, my phone soon going off.

Lydia: Everything okay?

You: Fine.