Dylan O'Brien Imagines (Book 2)

I'll Take Y/n// Stiles

Stiles' POV

"Hey, the Deputy searched the car. No slugs, no exit hole. And the address Alex gave my dad, it's an abandoned house," I said to Scott and them. "Come on! Missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet. Who's comin' with?"

"I've got to retake my photos." Malia said.

"Yeah, not interested." Lydia said.

"I cannot miss anymore classes." Scott said.

"Scott," I said to him. "Scott."

"I missed 38 last semester," Scott said. "And Lydia's mom is the only reason I'm still in school. I can go after school."

"You know what? Forget it," I raised my hands. "I'll take Y/n."

I looked over, seeing y/n sitting on the bench, making out with her new boyfriend.

I sighed, a pang of jealously shooting through me. 

"Screw it." I mumbled to myself.

I walked over there, standing in front of them awkwardly. I cleared my throat, waiting for her to notice me.

She looked up at me, smiling.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked before looking at her boyfriend. "Alone."

"Bye babe." He kissed her lips quickly before walking away.

"Do you want to go search an abandoned house with me?" I asked.

She hesitated, looking at the school. "Uh.."

"Please?" I begged. "Like old times?"

She sighed before looking up at me. "Sure."

I held out my hand, which she took. We ran to my jeep as the school bell filled the air.

I started to drive to the house, an awkward silence filling the air.

Your POV

You sat awkward beside the once love your life.

You were head over heels for Stiles but his love for Lydia chased you away. You never felt like you could live up to what they had.

Now here you were, sitting in his jeep, skipping school, and interfering with a police investigation.

"Are you happy with him?"

You were taken aback by his question but you answered.

"I guess."

"You guess? Either you're happy or you're not."

"He makes me happy," you said. "But not like you did."

He looked over at you. "What?"

"Nothing, forget it."

You pulled up to the house, going inside with your flashlight.

"What do you mean 'not like you did.'" Stiles asked, turning his flashlight on.

"I loved you Stiles, I would've treated you a lot better than Malia did, but that's not my place to speak," you shook your head. "I loved you in a way I never loved anyone before."

He grabbed your hand, making your turn around.

"I've never stopped thinking about you," he said. "Even when you separate yourself from us, try to stay out of our lives, but I see you. I see you when you wipe a tear from your cheek thinking no one can see it."

He pushed a piece of hair from your face. "Because I saw it."

"I just miss my best friend." You said.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"I miss you more, y/n."

You chuckled softly into his shoulder. 

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