Dylan O'brien Imagines//Requests are closed for now

It was Monday morning and I was currently at the lockers with Scott and Stiles. Scott was looking in his locker while Stiles was gazing at the one and only, Lydia Martin.

It was safe to say I had a crush on Stiles. Scott knew but said he would keep it a secret. He only found out because of his werewolf abilities.

Every time Stiles would talk about Lydia it made my heartbreak. I don't blame him for liking her. I mean, I wouldn't chose me either. Lydia had the brains and the beauty while I had neither. I was below average on basically every human thing. I didn't even have a cool supernatural power. I am just a plain, dumb, ugly human, who is in love with the opposite to what I am.

Y'know that saying "opposites attract"? Well they don't. Not in my case.

"Look at how perfect she is" Stiles started, obviously talking about Lydia. "I mean, how can someone be so amazing. Everything about her just blows me away. God, she is just..." Stiles added on trailing off. Each word Stiles said about Lydia, I wished he was saying about me. It never happens. "Don't you guys agree? Lydia is the perfect woman, the perfect person to have a family with. She's gorgeous, amazingly smart, funny and kind. An overall godly amazing woman" This made tears come to my eyes.

Even though what Stiles is saying is true, it still hurts. Why can't he look at me like that? Why can't he look at me like I'm his everything? Why can't he look at me like how he looks at her?

Scott could sense my sadness and soon changed the subject. "Hey Stiles? Why don't we talk about something...like...how's your dad?" "What? My dad? He is, he's okay...why?" "Just because you talk about Lydia all the time. We get it dude you like her" Scott said, releasing a chuckle at the end. "Scotty, I don't like her...I think I love her"

This made my blood stop and my heart shatter into a million pieces. Love? Does he really love her?

This is when a tear started rolling down my face. "H-hey I'm just going to go to the bathroom" I said keeping my head down while my voice cracked during the sentence.

I ran to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. What was wrong with me? What does he see in her that he doesn't see in me? Why doesn't he like me?

More tears escaped my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. The sadness escaping my body but coming back as soon as it could.

Why does Stiles Stilinski have to be in love with someone else?