teen wolf · beacon hills · supernatural · high school · new student · season 1 · mystery · drama · werewolf · ensemble cast
The classroom hummed with the low-frequency chaos of a typical morning. Stiles sat sideways, tapping a pencil like a frantic drummer against his notebook. Across from him, Scott stared at his biology text, attempting to ignore the strange new sensations rippling through his veins. He rubbed his eyes, exhausted. 'Dude,' Stiles whispered, leaning in with conspiratorial intensity. 'You’re brooding again.' 'I’m not.' 'That’s textbook brooding. Hunched shoulders, thousand-yard stare.' 'I didn’t sleep.' 'You’re a teen. None of us do.' Scott sighed. Nearby, Allison flipped through her notebook, offering Scott a warm, platonic smile. Just friends. In the front row, Lydia reviewed flashcards with impeccable posture, while Jackson slouched arrogantly. 'Why take this class?' he muttered. '…