Y/N POV
I sat down at my usual empty lunch table, sitting by my usual lonely self.
I used to have friends, that is before they completely dropped me. Not for no reason; the supernatural tended to take up their time but that doesn't mean I wasn't slightly salty about it.
Now it's senior year, and I'm used to it. I still saw them everyday and, sure, it hurt for them to look a me like a stranger. Especially when I had feelings for one of them.
Yes, the one Stiles Stilinski had snatched my heart.
It doesn't matter. It's not like he knows me, yet alone has feelings for me.
I picked up my silver fork and started eating.
Stiles' POV
"Who's she?" I asked Scott, pointing to the girl who was siting by herself.
"Uh, I don't really know. She's in some of our classes though." He shrugged. I nodded, looking back at her.
She was really pretty.
"Why don't you talk to her?" Scott said, his attention still on his food.
"What? No..." I trailed off. "Hey, ask her to come over here."
Scott's head shot up to me.
"What? No! If you're so into her, why don't you do it." He argued. I sighed, pulling a piece of paper from my bag.
I crumbled it up after writing a hi on it and tossed it over to her.
It accidentally hit her head and fell straight onto her food.
"Nice." Scott said, shaking his head.
I watched her leave the table, rushing to get out of the lunch room.
"Hey!" I yelled, getting up to follow her. I heard Scott yell after me, leaving the table too.
I chased after her, only stopping when she was suddenly tripped.
The girls who tripped her started laughing, watching as she scramble up and out of the lunchroom.
I started after her again, following her all the way to an empty classroom.
She was startled when I burst through the door.
"What are you doing in here?" She asked, furiously wiping her tears.
"I came to see if you were ok." I softly said, walking closer. Scott ran through the door, quickly stopping next to me.
"Wow. That's a first." she whispered more to herself.
"Are you?" I asked, stepping closer.
"I'm just peachy." She sighed, now acting like nothing had happened.
"That's good." I nodded. "Oh yeah. I'm Stiles and this is-"
"I know who you two are." She said sadly. I tilted my head.
"Really? How?" I questioned, curious.
"We've crossed paths once or twice." She vaguely said.
We all stood there in silence, trying to figure out what to say next.
Scott looked especially confused, looking around the room.
"You can smell it, can't you? My scent?" She spoke up. I looked to her surprised.
"You know?"
"More than you." She said, still looking at Scott.
"It's familiar. I've- I've smelled this scent before." He nodded, looking at me. She nodded, smiling.
"Sorry for the confusion. I must look a little different after puberty, the hair dye and the new style." She shrugged.
A lightbulb went off in my head.
"Y/n?" I whispered. Scott looked at me surprised and then recognition flashed across his face.
"In the flesh." She bowed.
"Where've you been?" Scott asked. She looked hurt.
"I never left. Question is, where've you been? I was kind of cut off a while ago." She put her hands on her hips.
I felt so bad. We had completely dropped her, only focused on what was happening in our lives.
I put my hand over my mouth, tears slowly forming. We did this. She was left alone because of us.
"Y/n..." I trailed off, finally speaking. She shook her head.
"It's fine. I mean, I guess." She waved it off. I shook my head.
"It's not okay." I argued. "We dropped you. We left you."
"I'm. Over. It." She cleared. "Besides, you're here now."
I sighed. "How can you just forgive us like that?"
Scott looked around before speaking. "I'm going to look out. Glad to have you back."
She smiled at him and looked back at me.
We heard the door close and she let out a breath.
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Y/N POV
It's been a few weeks since the reunion and everyone else on the pack was just as excited slash heartbroken to see me.
I forgave all of them, of course, just happy to be back.
"Ready?" Stiles asked Scott, grabbing his keys. I stood up along with them, putting my shoes on.
"Y/n? What are you doing?" Stiles asked, standing in the doorway. I looked at him like it was obvious.
"I'm coming with you." I stated. He shook his head.
"No you're not." He laughed, trying to walk away.
"And why not?" I sassed. He sighed.
"Because it's too dangerous."
"Then why are you going?" I pointed out. He looked so frustrated with me.
"Please- just listen to me!" He breathed out.
"Give me a reason to and I will!" I argued. He groaned, smacking his keys on the table.
"Just go without me Scott, call Kira." Scott nodded, leaving. Stiles mumbled to himself, sitting down in his desk chair.
He continue grumbling to himself, the same annoyed expression on his face.
"Ok, anything you have to say- just say to my face." I finally said, not being able to take it anymore.
"Fine. You don't know what's good for you." He shrugged, leaning back in his chair.
"Oh really? Just because I want to help?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes.
"It's- it's not just helping. It's you always wanting to be there! Why can't you just stay somewhere safe?" He yelled. That ticked me off the edge.
"So now I'm in the way? Fine. Maybe I should've just stayed alone." I exclaimed. His face instantly softens.
"No. That's not what I meant." He shook his head. It's too late. I grabbed my stuff off the floor and walked out of his room.
"Y/n!" He yelled, running after me.
"What? Am I in your way?" I yelled back, stopping. He caught up to me, slowing down.
"No. It's- I didn't mean it like that." He sighed. I rolled my eyes.
"Then how?" I shrugged.
"I want- we want you here. We just want you safe, and that's a lot easier when you're not somewhere dangerous." He said, making crazy motions with his hands.
"What? Am I just supposed to stand around and be the packs 'bookworm'?" I snapped.
"No, it's-" he groaned when he couldn't think of anything to say.
"Stiles..." I threatened. He got worried, trying to think quicker.
"You can't get hurt! I'm not going to lose you when I just got you back!" He shouted, then realizing what he said.
"Got me back?" I questioned.
"Yes. I finally have a chance with you, and I'm not gonna let it go just cause you got yourself hurt."
I was surprised to say the least.
"Please. Just-"
I cut off his sentence by throwing my arms around his neck and putting my lips on his.
His took a sharp breath in and then held it, moving his lips against mine.
He put his hands on my waist, softly caressing my hip bones with his fingers. I backed myself up against the wall, bringing him with me.
We moved our heads left and right, finding different ways to kiss. Sliding his tongue over my bottom and biting it, caused me to gasp.
He took the opportunity and slid his tongue in. I moaned at the feeling and he pressed himself even further into my body.
He put his hands under my butt and led me to jump, putting my legs around his waist.
He moaned into my mouth, then held me as he walked us back into his room.
He kicked away his desk chair and set me on the table. Placing his hands back on my sides, he trailed them up and down.
He played with the trim of my shirt before slipping him fingers under it, pushing his hands further up.
They met my bra strap, but instead of unlatching it, he snuck his hands under the side of my bra. His thumbs resting close to my chest, rubbing small circles.
We continued kissing, and I kept running my hands through his hair. He gave a small moan every time I gave it a tug.
He pulled his lips away, only to place them down on my neck. He gave sweet kisses, until his found my sweet spot. Right where my neck and collarbone met.
He started biting and sucking, causing me to gasp. I pressed his head further into my neck, wanting more.
When he finished, his lips left my neck and his face came up to mine breathless.
"Wow-" He started, blinking quickly. My breathing matched his- quick and choppy.
"That was amazing." I breathed out. He smiled as he looked at me.
"Can we, ya know, keep doing that?" I asked. He let out a small chuckle.
"Can we keep doing that? Uh- yes we can." He mocked before putting his lips back on mine.