Teen Wolf Imagines

White Blood - Stiles

There you were. Sitting there, staring at him. Just like you'd do every other day. You watched him. You watched as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her cheek. Kissing the side of her head. You watched, remembering all of the times he would do the same thing to you. But it wasn't the same. He loves her. He's in love with her. And here you are, in love with him but he's never been more than a friend to you.

"[Y/N], you really need to-"

"Scott, please shut up." You say, your eye contact breaking from the couple at the table across the courtyard. Scott sat down beside you and sighed, resting his elbows on the table.

"[Y/N], I've known you for six years. You've know him for six years. You have to get over this." Scott tried to sound as sincere as possible but the words only made you hurt even more.

"Scott, you don't fucking understand. I'm fucking in love with him. I can't just get over him. I love him." Your voice was raising as you turned to your best friend, looking at him with broken eyes. He sighed, looking down at the top of the table.

"I know. I just-"

"You just what? You just don't want me to get hurt? Well newsflash, Scott, but it's too late for that. Do you remember what he said to me before he met her? Do you?" Scott stayed silent, looking at you with nothing but sadness at how broken you were and he couldn't do anything about it. "He told me he'd always love me. He told me he'd always put me first. He'd protect me. He said he would never let anything hurt me," You could feel the tears stinging your eyes as you tried to keep your voice from trembling. "But he is the one that hurt me. And he doesn't even notice it. He barely even talks to me anymore because of her." You said, your hand absentmindedly gesturing in the couple's direction. Your next words came out as a choked whisper. "I love him, Scott."

Scott's eyes widened as he saw the tears beginning to push from your eyes. He brought his hands to your face to swipe your tears away before anyone could see. "Shh, I know. And he still does love you, [Y/N]. You're his best friend, for God's sake. How couldn't he love you?"

"But he doesn't love me the way I want him to," You mutter, pushing Scott's hands away from your face. Before Scott could say anything else you stood up and gabbed your bag, muttering, "Goodbye, Scott," and with that you walked away.

School had ended and you rushed out of the building quickly, similar to the same you did any other day but today you moved extra fast. Your vehicle was parked right next to his and you didn't want to confront him. Not today. You were practically running to your car. Once you got in, you saw he was just exiting the school. You sighed and looked at the blue jeep beside your car one more time before pulling out of the parking lot.

Once you arrived home you got out of your car and went to enter your house. "Mom?" You shouted, pausing and waiting for an answer. Nothing. You sighed, realizing you were alone for another evening while you mom worked a double shift at the hospital. You didn't even think of checking the driveway for her car before you had entered the house a moment ago. You dropped your bag beside the door as you closed it. You pressed your back against it and knocked your head against the wood before your body lethargically slid down the cold cherry wood. "I hate him." You mutter under your breath even though you didn't mean it. Or maybe you did in some ways. You did hate him for making you such a mess. You hated him for fucking you up so badly in the head. You hated him for never leaving your mind.

Just as your eyes fluttered shut, there was a knock on the door, making you jump. You shot up almost too quickly for a human. You opened the peep hole and looked through it while holding your breath. It was him. The one person you didn't want to see right now. Why the hell was he on your front porch? You sighed, stepping back and grabbing the door knob. You slowly opened the door and when you did, his head shot up so he could look at you. "What are you doing here, Stiles?" You asked him almost exhaustedly.