Restart (Stiles Stilinski)
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You and Stiles were like any other clichĂŠ couples. In fact, you two are high school sweethearts. Everyone wishes their relationship was like yours. Stiles was the sweetest and almost the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. Everyday, Stiles would bring you to school every morning, and after each class heâd wait outside so he can walk you to the next.
You walked out the classroom smiling expecting Stiles to be waiting with his usual goofy smile but your smile faded realizing he wasnât there. Just as you were about to leave you hear the sound of footsteps rushing towards you. You turn to see Stiles frantically running towards you. âUh hey thereâ you say as you turn your little frown upside down âSorry I came late! Mr. Harris was such a painâ he sighed. âItâs okay, I know he hates youâ you chuckle. He groans and grabs your hand dragging you to your next classâŚ. Gym. Good thing you two were classmates though.
You two walk in the classroom with your hands intertwined. Coach Finstock sees you two walk in and looks at you with fake disgust âUgh. PDA this early in the morning? Stilinski, stopâ âGood morning to you too coachâ Stiles jokes while pulling you towards him as you walk towards coachâs desk. âStilinski! I said get lostâ Finstock sighs rubbing his temples. Stiles just smirks and kisses you over and over again. Covering your face with soft kisses in front of coach. Finstock rolls his eyes then blows his whistle âget your girlfriend and sit downâ he shouts annoyed. Stiles smirks then you both let go of each otherâs hands walk to your seats. You sat behind Stiles and beside him was Scott. Beside you however was Allison. Immediately after sitting down, Stiles grabbed your hand again making you guys intertwine your fingers yet again. âAlright. So weâll talk about running. When you run you need to reme- STILINSKI CAN YOU PLEASE NOT TOUCH YOUR GIRLFRIEND FOR ONE SECONDâ Finstock yells obviously fed up with Stilesâ antics.
âSorry no can do sirâ Stiles replies smiling and kissing your hand. Finstock gags and walks out saying âGahh this is too much. I need a minute"
You two smile at each other more than in love.Â
But now, where did that all go?
You sighed. It was the third time Stiles blew you off. You sat down at the park frustrated. âHey y/nâ an all too familiar voice greets. âHey Scottâ you say sending a small fake smile. âWhatâs wrong?â He says sensing your discomfort. âStiles has been blowing me off. In fact I feel like I bother him. He keeps texting me with one word replies as if heâs busy. And not once has he sent a text to me without me starting itâ you ramble.
He looks at me intrigued then asks âWhat about in school?â You sigh looking away from him âat school, he barely notices Iâm there. He doesnât pick me up from each class anymore and he always holds my hand like he doesnât really want toâ Scottâs eyes widen as if he knows something. âWhat is it?â You ask. âY/n, what comes first, family or bro like family?â Scott asked. âUh Iâm pretty sure itâs family first I guessâ You reply âWell this is easier I guess. Sorry stilesâŚâŚâ You look at him weirdly âwhatâs easier? Why are you saying sorry to stiles he isnât he-â
âStiles has another girlâs scent on himâ he finally blurted.
Your Eyes widen in shock and before You know it, tears are streaming down my face and youâve sadder than Youâve ever been before. Your knees just give up at the thought of my stiles cheating. After your little melt down, You wiped your tears and went home with Scott. âWhenâs mom coming home?â You asked Scott taking some frozen pizza out of the fridge and popping it in the toaster oven. âIâm not sure. But donât worry, Iâm not going anywhereâ he says giving me a side hug. You smile at my brother and grab the plate full of pizza and sit down on our couch. âIâm really sorry about Stilesâ Scott sighed. âItâs fine. I just wanna know whoâŚ. Is it Lydia?â You asked, still kinda scared to know the answer.
âNo. I think itâs Maliaâ he says unsure. â¨Suddenly my phone starts buzzing. You look at and answer the phone without checking caller ID.
âMALIA! Where are you Iâm here alreadyâ Stilesâ voice rang through the phone. You put the phone on speaker and close the mic.
âWho is it?â Scott asks obviously confused.
âShh listenâ You whisper
âMALIA? Why arenât you answering? Gahd I didnât ditch y/n for thisâ Stiles shouted somehow frustrated. Scottâs eyes started to glow red and You just put your arm on his shoulder.
âRelaxâ you say closing the phone. You sighed and cuddled into your brother just wanting everything to end. Scott and You were half way through the movie 10 things I hate about you , the movie that resembles your emotional state at the moment till you both hear a knock.
âWhoâs that?â You whine. âAww I thought my girlfriend would at least be happy to see Meâ said a familiar voice you once loved. You turned around and glared at Stiles. âSheesh someoneâs grumpyâ he laughs. âStiles get outâ Scott says as calm as he can. âWtf dude noâ Stiles said playing dumb. âYou know what you did to my sister and you donât deserve to be here now, so moveâ Scott says trying to push Stiles out. âDude what are you talking about? I love y/nâ You and Scott look at Stiles shocked that heâd still try to lie to your faces. â¨âApparently not enough, have fun with Maliaâ you growled pushing him out the door. âY-y/nâ Stiles tried to reason. âI think you should goâ you whisper, tears falling from your eyes. It pained you to say something like that to him but you knew it had to be done.
After a few months since the incident happened, Stiles tried his best to prove to you and the pack that he really loved you and that he will never cheat again
âGuys I love y/n please believe meâ Stiles rambles. âbut you hurt herâ Lydia says plainly. âI know but that was 3 months agoâ Stiles said frustrated. He loved you but no one seemed to forgive him for what he did. âI know you doâ Malia whispers guiltily, after all she was the one who hit on Stiles first. âCan you please just stop talking?â Stiles says glaring at Malia. âIt isnât her fault you knowâ Scott says finally speaking up. âSo? She has as big as a fault as I do yet Iâm the only one unforgivenâ Stiles says raising his voice
âBut you were her BOYFRIENDâ Lydia shoots. âI know, and Iâm really really sorry. Guys you have to believe me when I say that I am in love with y/n. Scott if youâll have me, Iâd ask you for your consent to try and make things right with y/n. I love her and I promise I wonât do anything like that againâ Stiles says pouring his heart out.
Scott and Lydia look at each other as if they were talking using telepathy. â¨Stiles bites his nails a little nervous. Okay. A lot nervous. He just really loved you and wanted his best friendâs approval
Scott nodded. âBut if you hurt her-â Scott tried to warn but Stiles cut him off with a small thanks and ran out the house.
He walked towards the McCall residence only to be greeted by you.â¨âWhat?â you ask Stiles. Although a lot has happened between you two, you refused to let yourself be eaten by hate and ended up being friends with him. âI still think about you. Every hour, ever minute, every second of everyday. Please forgive meâ Stiles pleaded. âStiles⌠I donât knowâŚ.â you whisper looking at the ground. You really did love him but right now you were trying to look out for yourself.
âIâll take better care of you I promise. I wonât ever hurt you againâ Stiles said as tears started falling. âI need youâ he says, his voice cracking a bit. âThe past 3 months were hellâ âStilesâ
âY/n, I love you with all my heartâ he says falling down on his knees. Your face flushes with worry and you run down to him. He looks really skinny from his lack of eating. You sigh and bring inside making him a meal. âY/nâŚ.â he starts.
âStiles, I can agree to start over with you. But restart. Itâs no pause and play. You have to earn my trust and woo me in againâ you said pushing a plate of bacon and eggs towards him. His face instantly lit up when he heard those words âThank you. You wonât regret itâ he smiles You smile and watch the boy youâve always loved eat happily as if his life was complete














