A/N:
I really, really like these two, despite the little scenes that they had together.
Anyway, figured I'd dip my toe into the Teen Wolf fanfiction community. Let me know your thoughts!
"I wasn't lying when I said that I liked you, you know."
His eyes widen.
His eyes widen and Erica's heart drops into her stomach.
Stiles sucks his cheeks into his mouth and flicks his brown gaze over her heard in order to avoid looking her in the eye. He nervously shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
She sees him swallow, sees the beads of sweat forming along his temples.
She thinks that maybe she's being a little mean, putting him on the spot like this. Especially when she already knows the answer, or lack there of, that he's going to give her. She's not stupid. She can hear the way his heart speeds up whenever the redhead is near.
But sometimes Erica likes being mean, even to people she actually likes.
It all started freshman year.
They were in the same World History class. Stiles sat off to the left; Erica sat toward the back of the class, near the door. She always had to be near the door, in case she had to leave quickly.
She remembered not liking him at first. He was some weird, dorky kid with way too much energy.
It was when she noticed him trying to read a comic book (not a Playboy) behind a textbook that she began to notice that he was different, but in a good way.
Erica liked "different". She herself would never be normal, so she figured she should hold out for someone who could never be normal with her.
That's when the crush had started.
They ended up having to do a one-day class project together, them and three other students. He let her borrow his pen. He sat beside her when the other students would barely look at her. He smiled and said that he liked her ideas. And when she had to leave the classroom in order to seize outside in the hallway, Stiles was the only one who didn't stare at her when she finally returned to class.
She thought about talking to him. She thought about letting him borrow her ultra-amazing stash of Batman comics, because that's who he reminded her of.
And maybe one day she could be Catwoman.
But she never did.
She lets him off the hook.
She shrugs one leather clad shoulder and smirks. He already looks uncomfortable enough. "See you later, Batman."
She turns away from him in the school hallway and starts to walk, no strut, away from him.
She's finally become Catwoman, only to find that her Batman is still chasing after the damsel in distress.
"Erica."
He's barely spoken her name, but the wolf inside of her is always listening. Her back stiffens but she turns around, not stopping, but instead choosing to continue walking backwards.
Stiles is staring after her, still at a loss for words. And maybe that's a good thing. It's not a yes, but maybe it means that he can't say no.
Erica, still smirking, shakes her head a little. "Robin needs you," she calls out.
Stiles turns his head, spots Scott and waves in order to gain his best friend's attention.
He looks back in Erica's direction with a smile on his face, a smile that's for no one but her.
But his Catwoman has already disappeared.