A/n: for either StydiaSlayyss or StrongStydia YOU CHANGED YOUR USERNAME LARA DAMMIT AND I KNOW THERES STYDIA IN THERE SOMEWHERE BUT IDK WHERE UGH SORRY IF I MISS TAGGED YOU 😬😬😬

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I was in class, Stiles a little ahead of me, just at the perfect angle so I could see him and glance at him without him seeing me well enough to notice.

Perfect.

I stiles glances often and had gotten quite good at sensing when he was about to look. All class, I stole glances here and there, looking over at the God of a boy. His jaw, his smile, life messy hair. His lips.

How I would like to learn how they felt. How they tasted.

Creep. Watching a boy without him knowing.

The bell rang and I got my stuff together. I went to walk out when I saw Stiles and Scott smirking at me from the door frame. No way Scott would have seen me! He was at a completely blocked angle!

I shrugged off my fear and walked to the door. "Lara," Stiles greeted.

"Stiles," I sneered. He didn't think I liked him. Like not even as a person. This way no one would expect that I had the hugest crush on him. That I knew his secret and adored all he did for his friends. That I adored him.

"How was class?" Scott asked me, smiling.

"With you two?" I rolled my eyes, making a gagging face.

I must have been pretty convincing because Stiles looked doubtfully at Scott. Scott still smirked at me. Shit. "Can't have been that gross," Scott began. "I mean, Stiles isn't that bad looking. And your eyes were on him the whole-"

I scoffed, burying my panic. It's fine. No way he knows..."whatever McCall," I said, smirking as if that was the most ridiculous thing ever. "Stiles I can understand daydreaming up bull shit like this, but you?" I shook my head, weaving around the two boys to get out.

I walked quickly away, but I knew I was caught. Scott had smelled it, I know. The panic, the lying. Yes I knew he was a werewolf. I was dragged into it all accidentally a while ago but I was pulled in by Derek. I was human but I had this scary feeling that might change soon.

"Lara?" Scott said.

"What?" I groaned.

"Stiles likes you too."

I spun around and gawked at him. Stiles did the same. Scott just grinned widely at both of us. Finally Stiles looked at me then slowly at Scott then slowly back at me.

"I'm going to regret this..." he whispered. He shook his head. "Fuck."

Then he took a quick step to me, grabbed my face, and smashed my lips to his. I froze, stiff as a board, just standing there. Then I melted into him.

My sense came back and I pushed him away. "Do that again, Stilinski, and your kisser won't be the only thing puckered up," I threatened weakly, not sure what I meant by that. I spun around and walked away quickly.

But the damage was done. Stiles and Scott both knew I liked Stiles now and we could only wait to see what happened...