Dylan O'Brien Imagines (Book 2)

Psycho Girlfriend// Stiles

Stiles' POV

When we found out that Ms. Blake was the Darach, we immediatly came up with a plan to defeat her. 

But when I called y/n, telling her to meet us in a bit, she told me she was at the library studying. She hung up before I could tell her that Jennifer was the Darach, and I'm assuming she turned off her phone after that because she didn't answer any of my calls or texts. 

That's when Jennifer called Derek's phone, telling Derek to meet her at the hospital without any cops or anything or she's going to kill y/n.

This pissed me off.

Especially when we followed him to the hospital and Jennifer didn't have y/n until Derek gave her what she wanted. When he said "y/n should have listened and not stayed at school without someone with her."

"Really?" I said, my voice rising. "While she's out there-"

"Shh, quiet." He said.

"Me, be quiet? Me huh?" I said, stepping up into his face. "Are you telling me what to do now? When your psychotic, mass murdering girlfriend, the second one you've dated by the way, has got y/n and my dad somewhere tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed."

"Stiles."

I whipped around, my eyes finding hers. 

She looked like she was about to collapse, so I ran over, wrapping my arms around her as she started to fall to the floor.

I looked up, giving Derek a dirty look.

Your POV

She pulled you through the hospital, your veins swimming with whatever she gave you. It made you loopy and sick to your stomach. 

"Where are you taking me?"

"He's gonna fall into the trap," she whispered to herself. "Stilinski is going to fall into you, Derek is going to be distracted, Scott however will not be waved."

"We'll meet again soon, y/n." She said before pushing you through a set off doors, Stiles yelling in Derek's face.

He caught you before you hit the floor, holding you in his arms.

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You woke up in a bed, the scent of Stiles filling your nose. You felt weak and sick, your thoughts swimming around in your head.

You look over, seeing Stiles typing away on his computer.

"What's going on?"

He spun around in his chair, running over to his bed.

"Hey, are you alright?" he said, his hand pressed against your forehead. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm okay now."

He let out a breath, closing his eyes.

"Hey," you said, your hand finding his face. "What's the matter?"

"I just, I thought I lost you," he sighed. "I couldn't stand the thought of losing you."

"I'm not going anywhere," you smiled softly. "I'm gonna stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble."

He chuckled, kissing your knuckles softly. 

Stiles shook his head, knowing something was wrong deep down. He knew this wasn't over. 

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EVERY MONDAY I AM AT SCHOOL UNTIL 5:30 SO EVERY MONDAY IT'S GONNA BE A BIT LATER THAN USUAL