the outfit i saw on one of puffy's arts so i kind of took it from that

More than this - Stiles Stilinski {part 5}

*gifs are not mine, found through google image search*

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A/N: Wow this actually took me really long, haha :D I know Kira is kind of ooc and more like Lydia in this story, but i hope you don’t mind. Also, i couldn’t find a gif of Kira where she was angry and NOT full-on red eyed sword swinging kitsune because let’s be real here, she’s an actual cupcake. And after reading this you might be scared because of the new “mystery character” but don’t worry, this is a Stiles x Reader story, and i’m the number one shipper. So now, enjoy this chapter. xx

Warnings: swearing, bad ass kira, angst?

A few days had passed since my confession. I hadn’t talked to Stiles ever since. He stopped calling and texting me immediately after what happened, and I didn’t try to reach him either. The wounds were just too fresh, the pain too strong. Kira came by a few times to make sure I was okay and to bring me my homework. My parents were quite understanding. I briefly told them what happened, just mentioning that I had a bad fight with Stiles. They knew how much he meant to me. Well, I was far from okay.

Today was Wednesday, the first day I decided to go back to school. I was currently talking with Kira over the phone, I was really nervous and she tried to boost my ego.

“Don’t worry babe, it’s all going to be just fine, I promise. You’re going to wear something extra hot, open those damn school doors and walk in there like the freaking boss as bitch you are!” she explained, making us both laugh. I loved her for that, even when I felt like I was literally dying inside, she found a way to make me smile.

“And you know what? Stiles is going to turn his little idiotic head around, see you walk along the halls like a Victoria Secret Angel and he’s going to bite himself in his little sorry ass for not taking his chance to be with you!”

At the mention of his name I froze, my smile instantly fading.

“Yea.” Was the only thing I brought out.

“Oh, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-“

“It’s fine. No, really Kira, I’m okay. I see you in fifteen minutes alright?”

“Yea, sure. See you soon.” She responded and I hung up.

After applying mascara and a lot of concealer to hide my puffy eyes and the huge bags, I grabbed my books and put them in my schoolbag that hung loosely around my shoulder. I took a quick glance in the mirror to make sure my outfit looked good. I was wearing a pleated black skirt and a loose white v neck shirt that I knotted together at the side of my right hip. A pretty gold necklace with a white crystal pendant was hanging around my neck to complete the look. I had my hair down in pretty curls (for short-haired readers: I ruffled my hair a little bit to give it a kind of messy but cute look and topped it with hairspray.)

Hearing Kira’s car park in front of our house, I grabbed my jacket to head outside.

We we’re driving to school without talking, but it was a comfortable silence. A few of our favorite songs were playing and I let the soft beat of the music relax me.

When we arrived at the school parking lot I felt myself getting more nervous, as if anything just slightly connected to Stiles would cause my façade to crack. Kira looped our arms together and gave me a reassuring smile. You can do this.

After entering the halls, I gladly realized that Stiles was nowhere to be seen, so I quickly made my way to our lockers. Fortunately I only had one class with Stiles today, which was History in second period. Kira and I were grabbing the things we needed for Art class when Scott approached us, luckily without Stiles. I knew from Kira that She and Him were kind of a thing now, and even though it hurt to know that apparently everyone around me were lovesick puppies, I was genuinely happy for them.

“Hey” Kira greeted him stretching the word out which made it sound like she was singing it, which made me grin. He kissed her on the cheek, responding with a similar sounding “Hi”. Cute. Help me.

His eyes fell on me and his smile faded a little bit. Gently touching my shoulder he asked “How are you?” I already knew Stiles and Kira told him.

“I had better days.” I tried to sound like I was joking, but Scott saw right through me.

“(y/n), I know you don’t think you can talk to me about this, because I’m Stiles’ best friend but you’re my friend, too. And I’m always here for you if you want to talk okay?” his words made me feel a little bit better, knowing that in all of this chaos I still had him.

“Thank you Scotty.” After giving him a hug, I went to my first class.

I hate this was all I thought, after crumbling up the third sheet of paper. We were supposed to draw a futuristic city, but every edge had to be a 30 degree angle. I loved drawing portraits with drawing coal or pencils but this, this absolutely sucked. Finally our teacher ended the lesson and I immediately jumped off the chair and headed to history class.

When I was about to enter the classroom, I saw my former best friend sitting on his usual spot by the window, starring out and watching the students that were walking outside.

It was like all of my confidence vanished, I felt my knees go weak and I was a hundred percent sure that I would never survive this lesson.

“Miss (y/l/n), do you plan on watching the lesson from outside?” the voice of the teacher pulled me out of my thoughts.

I quickly sat down, on the only seat that was free – of course – next to Stiles.

Even though I could feel him staring at me, I tried my hardest not to look up from my book. Because if I would’ve looked into those beautiful caramel eyes, the wall I put up would break down.

Twenty minutes into the lesson, I thought Hey, this isn’t so bad, you can make it through the rest.

But now it was becoming too much. Stiles wouldn’t stop staring at me, like he was waiting for me to do something, say something. I felt myself getting more nervous by each second and if he wouldn’t stop right now, I was going to explode.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well, I think I might get sick, can I please go to the bathroom?” I asked the teacher, holding a hand to my stomach so it seemed more realistic. The teacher nodded and I stood up, making my way out of this damn classroom – fast.

I opened the door to the girls bathroom and fortunately I was alone. Turning on the faucet I splashed some cool water in my face, trying to calm my nerves. But I quickly realized that it was a stupid idea because now the make-up I applied this morning was ruined. I used a paper towel in hope I could fix this mess but It didn’t really help. I let out a frustrated moan and threw it in the trash.

Suddenly the door opened and I was met with a familiar face. Stiles. Of course.

“What the hell are you doing in the girls bathroom?” I growled, now annoyed by his presence.

“Did..did you cry?” he stuttered.

“Now, it’s just…I just..my make-up…UGH!” I tried to explain myself, pulling at my hair in frustration. “Just leave me alone!”

“You don’t have to push me away again (y/n)!” He can’t be serious.

“PUSH YOU AWAY? You’re kidding right? I’m sorry Mr.Perfect, but I must have missed you trying to get close to me. Did you call or text me? NO. You avoided me. So don’t try to blame me!” I pushed passed him and stormed off.

Thankfully, Stiles didn’t try to talk to me again for the rest of the day. I was currently in the girls locker-room, talking with Kira about how she really wants to try lacrosse. We just had gym class and we were pretty exhausted.

“Well, I think you’d do great!” I encouraged her while changing into my normal clothes.

“You think so? I don’t know if I even had a chance to keep up with the boys.” Kira was being insecure, which made me sad. She was such a strong girl and I looked up to her.

“Of course you’d have a chance!”  

“Unlike you.” You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Turning around, I saw the face that matched the voice I just heard. Malia. Great.

“What?” I asked her, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“You know, with Stiles.“ she smirked “you don’t have a chance with him.”

“What the heck do you know about (y/n) and Stiles?” Kira stepped forward, defending me.

“Oh I know plenty. Actually, he told me all about your little confession. Kind of pathetic if you ask me. I mean, did you really think he digs you? Your like his little sister.” She put an emphasis on the word sister. Would Stiles really do that? Tell Malia, out of all people, about what happened? I completely froze.

Kira took another step forward now standing confidently in front of Malia, looking extremely angry.

“You better back the fuck off, or I will whoop your sorry ass honey.”

Wow. That was unexpected.

Malia looked taken aback, same as me. She put her attention back on me.

“Don’t worry (y/n), someday, someone will love you. Hopefully.

While Malia turned around to leave, Kira added “Unlike you.” She always has my back.

“That disgusting bitch, I swear I was about to tackle her, rip her hair out and-“

“I get it, Kira. Thank you. “ I smiled at her and gave her a side hug, before heading outside.

Finally, this extremely stressful school day was over and I could go home, hide under a blanket and never leave my bed ever again. Just as I was about to leave, my eyes caught someone I never saw here before. It was a very good-looking boy, from what he looked like in the same age as me. He was quite muscular and he had dark blonde hair, spiked up. His eyes were something between hazel and green. When he walked past me, he winked, making me blush.

Who is that?

[part 6 here]