Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Building Confidence-Stuart Twombly

Stuart's POV

We spent all day trying to find and defeat a small virus Chetty created. The longer it took us, the angrier we got. I leaned back in my chair, took off my glasses, and tore my beanie off.

"This is useless," I heard Y/N mumble as she ran her fingers through her hair. When I saw how defeated she looked, it made my heart sink into my stomach.

"It's okay," I said, making her look at me. "We'll figure it out."

She smiled slightly, causing my stomach to do this weird flip. I cleared my throat, trying to go back to focusing on the virus and not Y/N.

Ever since Y/N and I were put into the same group, I've had feelings for her. Of course I've never told her. Instead of telling the girl I work with I have feelings for her, I rarely talk to her.

Whenever she smiles at me, I can't help but smile back. When she tells me good morning, I can never get anything out. I always end up stuttering a pathetic, "hi".

After hours of trying different things, we finally figured it out. We weren't the first group to figure it out, but we didn't care. We were just happy we eventually figured it out. We were even more excited that we figured it out together, as a group. It was one of the first times we actually finished a challenge without tearing each other apart. It was the first time we really felt like a team.

"Drinks on me!" Lyle cheered. I glanced around to see everyone laughing and cheering along. My eyes stopped when I noticed Y/N's nose buried in a book, almost like she was still trying to figure out the virus.

"Y/N," I said, finally grabbing her attention away from her textbook. "You coming?"

"Umm, yeah," she stuttered as she looked around at all of us watching her. "I just got to finish something real fast. I'll um. . . I'll meet you guys there."

Something in her eyes told me she wasn't coming.

* * * * *

Well, I was right. Y/N never showed up last night.

I walked into work the next morning thinking about Y/N. We've invited her out with us a hand full of times and every time she's said she would meet us there and ends up never showing up. And when we ask her about it the next day, she says the same thing that she said when I walked into work today.

"Hey, Y/N," Neha said, logging onto her computer as I walked in. "What happened to you last night? I thought you said you were meeting us at the bar."

"Oh umm. . ." She stuttered. "I'm sorry. I went home to change and my mom called. I tried to get off the phone but she kept talking. And once you get my mom talking, she does not stop." Y/N laughed as she stood up and walked out, heading towards the cafeteria.

The rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking about Y/N. I couldn't help but notice how hard she worked. Constantly. It seemed as if she never stopped. She was either typing away on her computer or studying a textbook.

At the end of the day, I noticed we were all logging off our computers, but Y/N was still studying away. I tried to ignore her skimming the pages as I packed my stuff.

"We're going out for drinks. You in?"

I looked over to see Neha standing at Y/N's desk. "I can't," Y/N stuttered.

"Y/N," Neha whined. "It's Friday night. You have to come out."

"I wish I could," she stuttered. "I just have a lot of things I have to do this weekend and I should get a head start. . . I'm sorry."