Teen Wolf Imagines

Scott McCall ( Beautiful )

"No!" Stiles defended himself. "Because she's funny. Chemistry can be dull and she makes it fun."

Scott stayed quiet as he saw Y/N close her locker door and rush out of the building, almost as if she was making a break for it before anyone else could ruin her day.

"Why?" Stiles asked, pulling Scott out of his trance again.

"She was just picked on for her size, and-"

"Who was it?" Stiles grabbed the straps of his backpack tight and took a step towards the hallway. "I'll kick their asses!"

"Calm down," Scott grabbed the back of Stiles' backpack and pulled him back. "I got this."

Stiles started following Scott, only to stop quickly in his tracks when Scott turned around in front of him. "No, you stay here. I want to do this myself."

Stiles' furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?"

Scott has never lied to Stiles and he wasn't going to start now. "Because I like her."

"Say no more," Stiles patted his shoulder for encouragement. "Go get 'em tiger!"

Scott shook his head with a smile on his face and walked out of the building. His eyes immediately landed on Y/N who was sitting on one of the wooden tables outside by the pick up curb. Her back was facing Scott's, but he imagine her hair had fallen forward and covered her beautiful creamy face and her breathtaking hazel eyes. What he didn't expect was her body softly shuddering.

Using his werewolf hearing, he heard a sniffle, confirming she was crying. As he got closer to her, so many emotions were radiating off her body. She was sad, angry, and hurt.

"Hey," Scott spoke softly as he sat across from Y/N. "Are you okay?"

Y/N immediately wiped away the fallen tears from her cheeks and regained herself before looking up at Scott.

"I'm sorry." He quickly apologized. "That's a stupid questions. You're crying. You're not okay."

She bit her lip, trying to figure out how to respond to Scott without breaking down again.

"I'm sorry Robin and Hunter were being so mean to you-"

"I don't understand why they're so cruel to me," she interrupted Scott. "I've never done anything to them to deserve their bullying," a fresh new set of tears escaped the corner of her puffy red eyes.

"I mean for crying out loud I do their homework," she said with a shaky breath.

"Why do you do their homework?" Scott was curious to why she still kindly continued to do them a favor when they didn't treat her nice.

"I just figured they would stop," she pulled a tissues from her purse. "But they won't. I'm starting to think maybe their right."

Scott's eyes narrowed as he shook his head, disagreeing with her statement. Except, she ignored his protest and continued, "I understand. I mean I see the girls around campus and noticed how much skinner they are, how they fit into the high brand clothes, and how they have a better sense of humor than me. More importantly, I noticed how much prettier they are than me." She looked away from Scott and looked at a couple of girls from the drill team walking to gym for practice. They were all dressed up with their ponytails high, their make up looking flawless, and their tummies showing as they wore their tight sport bras and booty shorts.

"I can't help but look at them and wish I looked more like them, because when I look at myself, I see what everyone else sees..." She trailed before she had the courage to say the next words. "I wouldn't choose me either."

Scott's heart literally broke into pieces. He hated that all of these jerks put these ideas in her head. That they fed her reasons not to love and accept who she is. He could literally feel her pain and smell her sadness. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and take it all away. She didn't deserve any of this.

"Y/N-"

"I'm sorry." She immediately stood up from her seat and grabbed her things as she saw her mother driving up to the curb. "I didn't mean to ramble on you. I'm sure you never wanted to hear any of this."

"Y/N, I hate what their bullying has done to you," Scott rushed over and stood in front of her, stopping her from leaving. "Because I think you're really beautiful," Scott admitted honestly. His muscles began to relax as soon as the words came out of his mouth. He didn't understand why he held back on his feelings, but he was glad Y/N finally knew how he felt.

Y/N eyes narrowed at Scott, who suddenly recognized the anger radiating off her body. "You don't need to butter me up if you need me to do your homework." Scott's smile immediately faltered. "God, Scott! You're just like the rest is the jocks. You think just because your the lacrosse captain, you can get whatever yo-"

"No, no, no," Scott immediately shook his head, defending himself with his hands in front of his chest. "I'm not like them," he emphasized, referring to her bullies. "I mean it. I see you every day and I'm in awe. I just want to wrap my finger around your bouncy, perfect curls. I can't help but take in your floral scent when you walk right pass me in the hallways. I can't help but get lost every time the sunlight shines over your hazel eyes, because I can see the specks of gold shining brightly, making your eyes pop." Scott let out a deep sigh. "I think your absolutely breathtaking and you make me nervous. That's why I never had the guts to tell you how I feel you."

Y/N eyes were wide, as she stood there frozen in place. This was new to her. She had never been compliment. She was feeling overwhelmed. She didn't know how to respond or react.

"But I'm fat," she immediately said without realizing the words slipped out of her lips.

Scott sighed as he took a step towards her. He grabbed her hand and hesitated before speaking in case she pulled away from his gentle touch. "I'd really wish you'd stop saying that because you're not fat at all. You're just curvy... And in all the right places too," he winked at her.

Suddenly, Y/N felt something she hadn't felt before, her cheeks hot. She was sure she was blushing and something about it gave her a warm feeling at the pit of her stomach. She looked down, trying to hide her flushed cheeks from Scott.

Scott laughed as he lifted her chin with his index and thumb, making her look at him. "You're cute, you know that?"

She bit her lip trying to fight back the smile forming on her lips, as she shook her head.

"Would you like to go out a date this Friday? After my lacrosse game?" Scott smiled.

"I'd like that, Scott." She smiled.

"By the way, your smile is amazing. Did I forget to mention that?" Y/N bit the inside of her cheeks as Scott walked her mother's car.

Before getting into the car, she turned around and gave Scott a quick hug. "Thank you," She smiled. "You really turned my day around."

Scott hugged her back tightly before he whispered in her ear, "You're beautiful..."

She pulled away with a huge smile on her face. Scott opened the door for Y/N and closed it after she got in. He leaned down and looked at her mom through the opened window. "Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N." He smiled at her and then looked back at Y/N. "You ladies have a wonderful evening."

She gave him a small wave with a sheepish smile before her mother pulled away. "Who was that boy?" Y/N recognized the excitement in her mother's voice.

"His name is Scott McCall," She smiled back at her mom. "And he just asked me out on a date after his game on Friday.