You were heading to the boys locker room to meet with Scott and Stiles after getting ready for cross country. As you saw your friends, you froze at your best friend's (and long-time crush) words.

"Someone needs to have sex with me like right now!"

Your cheeks pinked but you couldn't help but say, "Okay, I'll help you with that."

A little scream left the spastic boy's mouth, whirling around and his eyes went wide as he realised that you said that. "What?" He squeaked, voice an octave higher than normal, face blotchy with a blush.

Smirking, you stepped forward and look him in the eye. "I said, I'll help you with that," you repeated your words, but then your smirk softened into the tiniest of smiles and an earnest look overtook your teasing expression. "If you want to. Meet me at my place after school?"

Gulping, he nodded mutely and watched you turn around and walk away. He then spun on his heel at the astonished but happy look on Scott's face. "Did that just happen?" He asked, unable to believe it.

Scott nodded, "Yeah. I told you before that she likes you. Now, go after her!"

Not needing any further prompting, Stiles chased after you, catching you at the end of the hall the boy's locker room was on. "Y/N!" He yelled, catching your attention. "Did you mean it?"

Turning around to face him fully, your heart fluttered with hope but your stomach twisted with apprehension. You knew about his feelings for Lydia, but you couldn't hold back your own feelings for him. "Yeah, I did."

"Why?"

"Because, if it isn't obvious by now, I like you, Stiles. A lot. I have for years."

A large grin threatened to split his face in half and he surged forward, hands cupping your cheeks and slamming his lips onto yours. You froze but quickly registered that Stiles was kissing you, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck, reciprocating the kiss.

With the need for air, you broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against his. "I thought you liked Lydia?" You asked, unable to keep the fear out of your breathless voice.

He shook his head. "I never did. I just didn't want you to know that you're the one I've liked since third grade."

"You do?"

"Of course I do."

You smiled and shook your head, light and happy. "Okay, as much as I hate to break the moment, we have to go. But, will you come to my house after school."

"Definitely."