teen wolf · beacon hills · supernatural · high school · new student · season 1 · mystery · drama · werewolf · ensemble cast
The classroom air was thick with the static of pre‑bell restlessness. Stiles occupied his chair like a contortionist, one leg hitched over the desk's edge, a pencil tapping a frantic beat against his knee. Opposite him, Scott stared at his biology book, the words swimming as a strange, animal sharpness buzzed behind his eyes. He dragged a hand down his face. 'Hey,' Stiles hissed, leaning in until their shoulders almost touched. 'You're doing the intense, silent suffering thing. It's concerning.' 'I'm fine.' 'You're a terrible liar. It's the hunched posture. The vacant stare.' 'I got maybe two hours of sleep.' 'Welcome to being seventeen.' Scott let out a weary breath. A few rows over, Allison glanced up from her notes, offering Scott a small, easy smile—a gesture of simple friendship,…