Dylan O'Brien Imagines.

Best. Internship. Ever. | Stiles Stilinski

Quantico, Virginia. I'm finally here, at the FBI academy. I looked up at the white building, my stomach churning with excitement as I hiked my bag over my shoulder. I fixed the collar of my button up white shirt, placing the name badge over my head as it dangles from my neck. I waltzed into the building, staring at everything in sight as my eyes lit up, a wide smile on my lips.

"I can't believe I'm here," I muttered, gripping the strap of my bag tightly as I walked up the spiral stairs, seeing the sigil of the FBI on the floor. I took my phone out, snapping a picture of it before walking down the hall that placed a bunch of pictures of directors and other important people. I walked into the classroom ten minutes early, sitting in the second row. I placed my bag onto the table, placing my notebook and a few pencils onto the table before skimming through my phone, seeing people I went to school with post pictures with their kids they had in high school. I scoffed, shaking my head at how some people could be so irresponsible. Luckily, I had already made a friend here and she's amazing. Her name is Malissa, Mal for short, and she's the nicest person I've ever met.

"How did I know you'd be the first one here?" Speak of the devil. I looked towards the door, seeing Mal walk in, a teasing smile on her lips as she sat down next to me. "You think there will be any hotties in this class?" She questioned and my eyes widened, wondering if she's actually serious, which it seems she is as she eyeballed some of the guys that had waked into the classroom. One of special agents had walked into the room, turning on the computer as he brought up a slideshow of what we'll be doing with some of the agents working here.

"You'll find three words on the official FBI seal. Loyalty, courage, integrity. These are the qualities we expect from all our interns, the qualities we demand of you with your six months with us," Agent Jones stated and I wrote down the three words, but ended up getting distracted from it as a student walks past me and my lips parted. He's gorgeous. Whoever this guy is, he is quite the looker. Chocolate brown hair, whiskey colored orbs and he's got the cutest smile. Plus, he looks super good in his button up white dress shirt, tie, and black slacks. My eyes followed him as he sat behind me, repeating the words Agent Jones had just told us as he got out the supplies he needed. I turned back around before he could see me staring at him and I look over towards Mal, seeing a knowing smirk on her face as she glanced towards him then back at me, wiggling her eyebrows. "So, you'll join actual federal agents, we investigate everything from white collar crime to terrorism."

"International domestic?" A voice from behind me cuts him off and Agent Jones look at the guy, eyes wide, seeming surprised.

"Uh, yes, exactly. We're also apart of a task force to catch kidnappers, murderers." Jones continued when the guy behind me cut him off once again.

"Serial killers," the same voice interrupted once again. I glanced over at Mal, trying really hard not to laugh. Agent Jones looked at him once again, looking baffled at how this guy had interrupted him once again.

"Yes, even serial killers," Agent Jones mentioned.

"I'll raise my hand from now on, keep goin'," he muttered.

"One recent man hunt had our crisis response team chasing down a bizarrely farrell unsub in the wilderness of North Carolina." A video of a shirtless guy running through the woods showed up on the screen and the guy behind me spit his water on me, soaking the back of my shirt. I let out a gasp, moving forward a bit as my lips were parted, groaning silently. Mal and I looked towards each other and both mouthed the words 'what the fuck.' I let out a sigh as Agent Jones looked towards the guy.

"Is there a problem," he looked down at his roster, eyes furrowing at something on the paper, continuing, "young man?"

"No, sorry, just got a little excited, no problem. One question though," He paused and I looked back at him, confusion on his cute face. "That guy up there, what's he, uh, wanted for?" I glanced up towards Agent Jones as he looked towards the class once again.