Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Therapy Friend

I walk down the hall, my head pounding. I just finished talking to Lydia and she was complaining about guy stuff.

When I get to my locker, I quietly groan and rest my head against the cool metal.

"Hey y/n."

I turn my head slightly and see Scott. Worry masks his features when he notices my discomfort. "You okay?" He asks.

I force a smile on my face. "Of course."

He gives a look and I drop my smile, shaking my head, signaling I don't really want to talk about it. Scott sighs.

"Hey guys." Stiles says as he walks towards us with a grin.

"Hey." I say quietly. I lift my head off my locker, my head continuing to pound. "I gotta get to class. See you guys." I smile and wave them goodbye.

Stiles POV

"I gotta get to class. See you guys." Y/n says, giving us a smile and wave.

"See ya." I say, waving back. I turn to look at Scott. He's watching y/n walk down the hall with a worried expression. "What?"

"Something's up with her." He mutters.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused. She seemed fine to me.

He shrugs. "Something's off with her scent. I think she's anxious. Or in pain. One of those. Or both, I don't know." My eyes slightly widen as my heart fills with worry. He looks back to me and takes notice of my face. "Maybe you should talk to her."

My eyebrows shoot up. "Me? I'm not good at talking. Plus, you're the one with good advice and stuff." I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Dude." He rolls his eyes. "You of all people know what it's like to be anxious."

I sigh and run my hand through my hair. "You're right. But what if she doesn't tell me the truth about what's wrong?"

"I think she'll talk." He puts a hand on my shoulder.

I nod slightly. "Okay."

Y/n POV

"So then my dad was all like 'You can't go running into the woods anymore'-"

I tune Malia out as I'm looking at her. I feel bad but my head feels like it's full to the brim and can't take anymore in. It takes all my strength not to rub my temples or tell her to be quiet.

"So, what should I do?" She asks, snapping me out of my trance.

"Umm..." My mind draws blank as she looks at me.

"Okay class!"

I let out a quiet sigh of relief when the teacher starts the class. Malia shakes her head at me and faces the board. I sigh again, feeling guilty for not helping. I set my elbow on the desk, resting my chin on my hand.