supernatural · high school setting · best friends · angst · loyalty · sarcastic · wolf pack · mystery · complicated relationship · rainy night
Rain-slicked asphalt mirrored the harsh fluorescent lights of the parking lot, the air thick with the smell of chlorine and an unspoken dread. You shivered, your hair plastered cold against your skin, as Derek's Camaro roared to life and sped away, its taillights vanishing into the wet darkness. Your stomach plummeted. Turning, you found Stiles shaking the rain from his sleeves, muttering about his sacrificed sneakers. "Can we go home?" you whispered, the words barely audible. Stiles nodded, his typical stream of jokes silenced. But Scott stepped closer, his expression earnest and troubled. "Hold on," he said, his voice firm. "What's happening with you and Derek? Why are you treating him like that?" His question hit a raw nerve, tightening the knot of anxiety coiled in your chest.