Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Seeing Right Through You-Stiles Stilinski

I woke up the next morning and decided to finally turn my phone back on. I sighed when I saw several texts from the pack and about 25 individual texts from Stiles. Instead of answering them, I tossed my phone onto my bed and took a shower.

I walked into school with my head down, not in the mood to really talk to anyone.

"Hey, girly." Lydia smiled as she met me at my locker. "Whoa. . . You feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," I stuttered. "Just umm. . . I've been having a lot of migraines lately and. . . And they make me lightheaded."

"Oh," she said softly as she gently moved a piece of hair I must have missed when I pulled my hair back this morning. "Do you want me to take you home?"

"Why would you take her home?" Stiles asked as he and Scott joined us.

"No reason," I tried to say quickly. Lydia sighed as she interrupted me.

"Y/N's been having migraines lately," she explained. "And they make her sick.

"What?" Stiles panicked as he stepped closer to me. "Are you okay? Do you need anything? You do look kind of pale. Let me drive you home."

"I'm fine," I snapped as I took a step away from my friends. "I've dealt with them before, so. . . Can we just go to class?"

The three looked at each other nervously. Stiles and Scott were about to say something, but Lydia interrupted them. "I think that's a great idea. You and I have English first period."

The guys tried to object, but Lydia sent them her "motherly glare" she's grown famous for. "We'll meet you two in Mr. Harris's class."

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The whole day the pack continually checked on me, asking if I needed them to take me home. I constantly caught Stiles watching me, acting as if he wanted to say something.

The last class of the day just ended and Scott and Stiles were going to practice while Lydia and I were heading to her house to study.

"Y/N, wait." Stiles stopped me before I could head to my car. He led me over to the lockers, away from Scott and Lydia.

"What's up?"

"I know you're lying," he cut me off.

"What?" I stuttered.

"Come on, Y/N," he sighed. "I know you. And I know when another person is hiding when they have an anxiety attack."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I stuttered as I tried to walk away.

"Y/N," Stiles said looking at me knowingly. "I know you have anxiety. I know you're fighting depression too."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Y/N, I know how you've been feeling lately and I. . ."

"How could you possibly know?" I asked, cutting him off. Stiles's eyes softened when he saw my emotions finally coming through.

I looked down at my shoes, my eyes filling with water. I took a deep breath and the tears immediately stopped. I slowly looked back up at Stiles with a fake smile on my face.

"Y/N, just talk to me." Stiles sighed, trying to grab my hand. I immediately pulled it out of his grasp and took a step back, fixing the strap of my bag.

"Tell Lydia my migraine got worse and I can't make it to her house to study tonight," I said as I quickly turned on my heel and left.

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