despite being friends since freshmen year, you and Stiles were currently going through a rough patch.

you two were somewhere in between friends and lovers, you never put a label on it because you had bigger problems than whether he was your boyfriend or not.

but recently it felt like the only thing you two did was argue in his Jeep. after another heated argument, he dropped you off at home and you two sat in silence for a moment before he spoke up.

“you know, just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you can treat me like garbage. I mean, I do all this shit for you: I defended you when people called you abrasive, I help you when you needed me.. I-I learned French for you—“