Pairing: Stiles x Reader
I let my head fall on the desk, causing a loud thud and a headache to start forming. Today, everything and everyone seemed to be getting on my nerves. Except for one person. “Hey, babe,” greeted my boyfriend, breaking me from my thoughts. “Hey, Stiles.” Stiles plopped down in the seat next to me, the seat creaking slightly.”So, I was thinking that tonight we could go out for a bite, no pun intended, or maybe just have a Star Wars marathon?” I run a hand through my hair and sigh. “I wish I could say yes, but I can’t. I have a History test tomorrow that I really need to study for. I can’t afford to fail because apparently this test is worth double the grade.” Stiles’ face fell and my heart broke just seeing his sad expression. “You can come over and help me study, though,” I added with a smile. His honey brown eyes lit up and a smile formed on his face. “That’d be great! We can-”
Our conversation was abruptly interrupted by an incredibly loud voice. “Stilinski!” The coach yelled. “You’re not even in this class! Get the hell out of here!” Stiles gave me a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his bag and darting out of the room.
I spent most of the class texting with Stiles. Free period rolled around and I used it to sleep in the library. I felt someone poking me but I groaned and rolled my head over to the other side. I flailed my arms in the air, trying to push away whoever was messing with me. Lydia had to scream in my ear, which was not very fun, to get me up for good. Today, the classes passed by slower than usual and I couldn’t be any more desperate for the bell to ring.
My hand shot up, my teacher noticing almost immediately and asking what I needed. “Can I go to the bathroom?” The teacher shook her head no, her hair swinging back and forth. “The class is almost over. Just wait.” I rolled my eyes. “Almost over? There’s an hour left!” Ms. Franklin ignored me. I couldn’t wait any longer. I gathered my things and slung my backpack over my shoulder. “Miss Y/L/N, where do you think you’re going?” The teacher asked sharply. “I’m leaving,” I responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Ms. Franklin’s face turned red. She stomped her foot so hard that her heel must have broken, and she pointed to my seat. “Sit down,” she said sternly. I looked at my classmates whose eyes were all wide. One boy looked at me and whispered, “She’s crazy.” I debated on going back to my seat or just leaving. With a shrug, I walked out. The echo of my footsteps was the only thing audible in the incredibly silent and long hallway. I pushed the doors of the school open. The day was incredibly beautiful. The sun was shining bright, the sky an amazing shade of blue, the cool breeze refreshing.
I headed straight for my car, constantly looking around to make sure I wouldn’t be seen by any teachers. The drive to my house consisted mostly of me blasting music and singing- well, screaming- along to High School Musical songs. I fumbled with the keys, trying to find the correct one. Usually the door would be unlocked because my parents would be home, so I wouldn’t have to worry about keys. But my parents were celebrating their twenty-first anniversary so I was alone. I cursed when two minutes later I still couldn’t find the right key. Finally, after minutes of desperation and frustration, I found it.
I dropped my bag on the floor and layed down on the couch. I threw my arm over my eyes and closed my eyes. Just as I was drifting off, I heard a loud knock on my front door. I rolled off the couch and onto the floor, picking myself up slowly. I opened the door slowly, not bothering to check who it was. “Where were you? At lunch we agreed to meet up after school,” said Stiles. I opened the door wider to let Stiles in, locking it afterwards. “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. I just got really desperate and I had to get out there.” Stiles instinctively went right up the stairs and into my room. With no hesitation, I followed. Stiles flung himself on my bed, the headboard banging against the wall and the bed bouncing a bit. “You’re going to break my bed,” I commented. “This isn’t the first time the bed has sounded like that,” said Stiles with a wink.
Hours later, we were still sprawled out on my bed. Stiles kept trying to help me study but, out of frustration, I kept throwing papers at him and complaining. “Nobody cares about how indigenous people lived in what’s now the United States for thousands of years before European colonists began to arrive, mostly from England, after 1600. I mean, they’re all dead anyways. What does it matter!” I threw my notebook across the room. Stiles put his hand on cheek softly. “Hey, it’s okay. Look, you’re going to kill that test tomorrow. You know it pretty well so why don’t we watch a movie, yeah? Take your mind off of History for a while.”
Stiles leaned over me and took the remote from the nightstand, turning the TV on. After searching through the five hundred and something channels, we finally decided on Grease. I tap my finger on my knee, desperate and annoyed. “I don’t know how you could possibly watch TV at a time like this!” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at me, clearly confused. “I can’t fail this test!” I turned the TV off and reached for my books, opening them on the page where the chapter started. “Babe, calm down. You know-” “I know nothing! That’s the thing! And it’s frustrating and I hate it because I really don’t want to fail. I want to get straight A’s so I can get into a good university and have a good life!”
Stiles put his hand on mine and though I was tempted to push his hand away and scream that he isn’t helping, I didn’t because I knew that he just wanted me to calm down. “Y/N, you’re going to do fine. Here, I’ll quiz you. You want me to?” I nodded sheepishly, embarrassed by my previous outburst. Stiles asked me question after question and I surprised myself by answering most of them correctly. There were a few that I didn’t answer which were questions from the last few pages of the chapter we hadn’t reached.
Stiles put his hand on my cheek, stroking my cheek with his thumb after he had finished testing me. “See? You did amazing. I don’t know why you doubt yourself. You’re so smart and you always get great grades.” I leaned into his hand, a small smile forming slowly. “You’re the best boyfriend. I love you.” Stiles leaned forward and kissed me softly. “I love you, too, Y/N.”
I took a deep breath as I stared at the door to the History class, mentally scolding myself for not staying up longer to study. I felt extremely unprepared for this test and all I wanted to do right now was stop time so I could study a little more. I looked back down at my notes and realized just how much I was shaking. I slid down the lockers, planting my butt on the floor. As I put down the papers on the ground next to me to wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans, the bell rang. My heart started racing, pounding against my ribcage and all of a sudden I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I grabbed my papers and stood up, stumbling into someone in front of me.
“Y/N, are you okay?” asked an all too familiar voice. It was Stiles and he wore a look of worry of his face. His hands found mine and he took them protectively. “Stiles, I can’t do this. I’m going to fail!” I watched nervously as students shoved their way into the classroom, all looking confident and ready. “Y/N-Y/N. Listen to me. You are going to do fine. Look, if you don’t get an A or a B at the least, I will throw away my Star Wars collection.” My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. “You really believe in me?” I ask quietly. “Yes, I do.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Go before they lock the doors and you won’t be able to take the test.” I stood on my tippy toes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and running off into my classroom.
During the test, nothing broke my focus. I read the entire test first, then got to answering. On the back of the paper, I wrote down extra facts that I had learned that didn’t come on the test, just to get it all out. When I handed the test in, I felt relieved. My shoulders relaxed, I could breathe again and those butterflies went away. I felt good. I nodded proudly to myself as I waited for the teacher to correct my exam. Right as the bell rang, Mr. Ray told me to stay for just a minute. I felt tears welling up, but when he handed me my test, I squealed in excitement, jumping up and down as I clutched the exam to my chest.
I went out into the hallway where I spotted Stiles waiting by my locker. I ran towards him, holding my exam out, showing him my perfect score. “Yes!” He said with a laugh. Stiles wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, twirling me a few times. “I knew you could do it! I told you!” I giggled once again, embracing my boyfriend, my face buried in his chest. “Thank you for believing in me,” I said, my voice muffled. “Always.”