you and stiles were supposed to be friends.

no, not just friends—you had been someone stiles trusted. He had known you for such a long time, shared secrets late at night when the world felt safe, even as supernatural threats loomed over beacon hills. he had trusted you. laughed with you.

and now that he found out you were said killer terrorizing the small town, he just couldn’t wrap his mind around it, feeling like everything you two shared was a lie, a sick lie.