Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Not So Good With Girls-Stuart Twombly

Stuart's POV

I looked over at Y/N and watched her type on her computer. My breath got caught in my throat as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Hey, Stuart." I jumped when I felt someone grab my shoulder. I turned around to see Billy and Nick standing behind me. Nick looked at Y/N and then looked back at me with a smirk on his face.

"What, guys?" I asked trying to sound annoyed as my heart rate went back to normal.

"We were planning on going to Happy Hour later today. You in?" Billy asked.

"Everyone is going," Nick said, glancing at Y/N before turning back to me with a knowing smile.

I glanced at Y/N before quickly clearing my throat, ignoring the look Nick and Billy shared. "Sure," I shrugged trying to be nonchalant.

"Cool," Billy smirked. "Stuart's in!" He yelled making everyone, including Y/N, look at me.

I caught her eye and instantly looked away. I rolled my eyes before turning back towards my computer.

I finished sending the emails I needed to send and started getting ready to head to the bar. I had just logged off my computer when I felt someone walk up behind me.

"I swear if either one of you makes one dumbass comment about. . ."

I turned around and immediately shut my mouth when I saw it was Y/N standing behind me. "Sorry," she laughed, putting her hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, Y/N." I stuttered. "I didn't know. . . I thought. . ." I cleared my throat as I looked up at her smiling face.

"It's okay, Stuart." She smiled. "Anyway, I was wondering if you were going to the bar right away or if you still had work to do. Everyone else is leaving now, but I still needed to finish up some stuff."

"I still have stuff too," I said quickly. I internally kicked myself. I didn't have any work. "Wanna split a cab?" I stuttered.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I should be done in about ten minutes."

"Me too," I stuttered wanting nothing more than to jump out the window. She smiled before turning on her heel and walking back to her desk.

* * * * *

"Ready?"

I looked up to see Y/N putting her bag over her shoulder. "Yep," I said popping the 'p'. I cringed at how nerdy that sounded.

The cab ride to the bar was quiet and awkward. Whenever Y/N tried to start a conversation, I would either say something stupid or something she couldn't really respond to.

I let out a sigh of relief as we pulled up to the bar. I quickly paid the driver, not giving Y/N even the chance to object. I jumped out and practically ran into the bar. The second the bouncer let me in, I realized what my actions must have looked like to Y/N.

Me not being able to hold a conversation with her, letting out a very audible sigh of relief when we arrived, quickly paying the cab driver, and running inside the bar.

I groaned when I realized she was probably thinking I didn't want to be stuck in the cab with her. I mentally slapped myself as I turned and saw her walk in. Our eyes met and my heart sank as she immediately looked away.

I watched as she walked over to the group, smiling the second she got to them. I angrily walked the other way and ordered a drink.

"Why are you such an ass, Stuart?" I grumbled as I chugged my beer.