Long story short, you had a massive hallway crush on this one guy.

You never really asked anybody for his name because you didn't want your friends to start teasing you for it—that'd suck—but you did overhear one of his friends calling him Stiles once during a conversation, when the two of you passed by eachother near the lockers.

It was just a little admiration on your part really. Maybe it was his messy brown hair, always falling into the right places, or his t-shirt and flannel combo that he never seem to let go of, or it was just the way he expressed himself. Stiles was the right type of fine you were looking for.

What you didn't know though, was that Stiles had a crush on you too, not a hallway crush however, a crush, a full-blown crush.

Whenever you turned to look at him and thought he didn't notice, Stiles would snap his head away from your direction and pretend like Scott had said something really funny, hiding the panic that he had for a brief second. Real smooth, he’s very proud of himself.

Truth was, you were way out of his league. You were gorgeous in every sense of the word, Stiles couldn't even fathom why nobody had notice you the way he did yet—but that was fine, just more chances for him—and the mere thought of trying to talk to you was terrifying, because what if he took one look of your face and started panicking? He wouldn't want to look dumb in front of you, he’d spent so long trying to make himself look cool!

“Dude, stop staring!”—Scott’s voice managed to pull him out of his trance for a brief moment. “You'll have to make a move sooner or later. You can't just look like a creep for the rest of the year.”

“What? Pff- no”—Stiles brushed him off with a wave of his hands. “I’m fine with this! Staring and admiring from afar, away from rejection, away from humiliation..”—he said with a pensive tone to his voice.

Right as he was finishing that sentence though, you turned your head suddenly and caught him staring at you, with the lovestruck look and soft smile on his face.

Shit.