You have had a crush on Stiles since the third grade, but he’s never had eyes for anyone, except one girl.

Lydia Martin.

Why wouldn’t he like her? Everyone likes her. The way she walks, talks, dresses. She’s beautiful.

Recently, Stiles and Lydia have broken up, and you finally worked up the courage to talk to him.

It was right after his lacrosse game, Scott had just won them the finals.

“Stiles! congratulations on the win.”

You yell from behind him.

“Thanks,, do i know you?”