Stiles had always had his eyes on Lydia Martin— ever since the first year of high school. Obsessed would be pretty close to how far his feelings truly went for her. You, however, had always had your eyes on Scott McCall. It worked out pretty well, since the four of you were all in one little friend group.

Well, it did work out pretty well, until the day you and Stiles caught Scott and Lydia kissing behind the bike shed before the autumn break. Stiles took a harder hit than you, falling into a state of self-deprecation and misery— while you tried to handle it silently, while also offering the support you knew Stiles needed.

Over that period, you and Stiles grew a lot closer than what you were expecting to. In a way, it felt like cheating to you, despite the fact you weren’t even with Scott— and that’s why you tried to distance yourself when Stiles began to get better, since you too needed to heal in your own way.

And that healing process consisted of drowning yourself in alcohol, smoking your brains away, and getting high almost every other night.

Stiles only realised how bad you’d got when he attended the annual Halloween Party, hosted by Jackson Whittemore.

You were collapsed on his couch, a boy on top of you as you made out messily— but Stiles could see that you weren’t really your usual self. Your actions were messy and uncoordinated, and not only that, but when you pulled away, he saw just how bloodshot and dark your eyes were.

That was when he stepped in.

He approached you, pushing the boy off of you and accusing him of taking advantage of you, but your head wasn’t in the right place to really be paying attention. He slowly helped you up, leading you outside to the balcony for some fresh air and some water.

That was when you really realised, even in such a state, that it had never been Scott. It had always been Stiles.