It was hard. So very hard. You had been best friends with Stiles Stilinski for most of your lives, but only recently had the crush you had on him began to build dangerously quickly. Given the fact that neither of you had ever even thought of each other as more than friends, this sudden change of feelings for him had caught you entirely off guard and you didn’t know how to feel.

But you knew there was no point trying to hint or say anything about it, because you knew where his heart and eyes laid. Lydia bloody Martin— picture perfect girl. Straight A’s, perfect face, perfect body.. anyone would have to take a second look at her if she ever passed them just to take in her beauty.

So you stayed in the background, pushing your feelings for Stiles down into the deepest part of your heart. His feelings came first, always had for you. If waiting around for someone that would never come was what you had to do, then so be it.

—

One evening, Stiles had come over to get you to help him on the biology homework. The only time he ever came over anymore was when he either needed help with work or romantic advice— and of course you helped him.

You sat beside him on your bed, papers scattered all over the sheets as you scribbled notes for him to copy down. It was a comfortable silence between you at first, and then he decided to speak up— of course, about Lydia.

Your heart dropped when the name left his lips. It did every time— but you forced a teasing smile and listened to him rant about the girl he wanted more than you.

Stiles: “I mean, I think it’s going somewhere. She asked me to walk her to her locker yesterday, and then when we got there, she handed me a note. I still haven’t opened it, I don’t know if I can. I’m too scared to— like, what if she thinks I’ve been stalking her? Oh, god— could you imagine that??”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, and all you could feel in that moment was heartbreak.