Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Stop Being A Dick// Stiles

Mr. Harris loved picking on Stiles. You and Stiles weren't close at all but you knew he was a good guy. He had good intentions.

So, finally, you got tired of Mr. Harris calling Stiles stupid, and it was getting old.

We were teaming up for a chemistry experiment and Stiles, of course, teamed up with Lydia. But Mr. Harris was talking about you messing up the experiment.

"Honestly, if you mess this up, you will be considered stupid," he says as you roll your eyes. "I, myself, have encountered infinite stupidity."

As he says the words stupidity, he puts his hand on Stiles' shoulder.

"Stop being a dick." You blurt before covering your mouth.

"Excuse me?" Mr. Harris asks.

"It's just, you're always being a prick to Stiles, when he's not even stupid. It's really a genius. You just won't take the time and pay attention because you don't like his father."

Oh my god! What were you doing?? It was like word vomit. It was like every bad thing you have ever said in your head about him was coming out.

"Good job Miss' y/l/n, you've just earned yourself a month of detention." Mr. Harris says to you.

Stiles turns back at you, smiling softly at you.

Later that day, you were going to your locker, finding a certain Stiles Stilinski standing in front of it.

"Uh hey." You smiled awkwardly at the boy you basically just hit on last period. A boy that probably didn't know you existed until today.

"Hi, uh I just wanted to thank you for earlier," he smiled. "I didn't really know that you knew me."

"Of course I know you, you're Stiles Stilinski," you smiled. "And your dad got me out of a speeding ticket."

He leaned over and kissed your cheek, spreading a smile across your lips.

"I really appreciate that."

You didn't know that Stiles was so ballsy.