Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Imagine: Stiles

*Edited*

He doesn't even know me

(Y/n) = your name

Your pov
I was sitting in my seat when the bell rang. I look around the room to see if Stiles was here, but yet again he was late.

I turned to the front to listen to coach talk about what we were gonna do today when Stiles came barging in, out of breath.

"Bilinski what I have told you about being late to my class?"

"That if I'm late to your class that you'll bench for the next game, but coach you never even play me in the first place." Stiles said, rolling his eyes once again.

Coach always gives him a lecture every time he's late.

"Well maybe I had plans on having you play in tonight's game." Coach said and Stiles got exited immediately.

I love it when he smiles. How when he smiles he has those cute dimples and don't get me started on his moles.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Stiles screaming.

"Wait?! Are you serious? You were gonna play me tonight?" He asked all giddy like a child on Christmas Day who can't wait to open presents.

"No you dimwit, now go sit down next to um Ms. (Y/L)."

Everyone laughed, including me, but I got scared when Coach told him to sit by me.

I have had the biggest crush on him since like Freshman year when I moved here from (h/t).

"Uh Coach?" Stiles asked, which made Coach Finstock irritated, but honestly when isn't he irritated.

"What is it now Stilinski?"

"Um I don't know who (Y/L) is."

I died inside when Stiles said that. I already figured he didn't know who I was, even though we are lab partners, but hearing him say it just shattered my heart a little.

"There's only one chair open Stilinski. Use your damn eyes for once. Now go sit down."

Stiles chuckled and walked towards me.

I looked down at the table, not daring to look up. I was trying to force down my tears and hide them from him, but I guess I wasn't good enough at hiding them.

I felt a poke on my shoulder, but I didn't look at him.

"Hey are you okay?"

I ignored him. I didn't want him to see me like this.

The bell finally rang, I grabbed my stuff and ran out of the classroom as fast as I could.

I could hear him following me, calling me to stop.

"Hey stop running."

I kept running until I ran into someone.

I look up to see its Scott McCall, Stiles best friend and also my only friend besides Danny.

Scott knows I like Stiles, but I told him not to mention me in any way, shape, or form.

"(Y/n) what's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked.

I looked behind me to see Stiles coming.

I tried to make a run for it again, but Scott held me to where I couldn't get out of his grasp.