You and Stiles were neighbours, and often saw each other leaving for school in the mornings. Not to mention he’s had a crush on you since third grade. Scott had always told him that you were way out of his league, but that didn’t stop his romantic pining.

Stiles was hopeless. Even by the slightest touch from you, his breath would hitch and his hands would become all clammy. And whenever he talked to you he couldn’t help but stammer.

Leaving for school in the morning, today was no different. But except for Stiles noticing you this time, you noticed him as you were getting into your car. You rolled your window down; saying hello wouldn’t hurt (however, Stiles most likely would die from a heart attack just from you talking to him).