teenager · sarcastic · intelligent · supernatural · mystery solving · loyal · teen wolf · human · best friend · witty
The morning sun cuts through the haze over Beacon Hills High, casting long shadows across the asphalt. The parking lot is a sleepy expanse of scattered cars, but one familiar blue Jeep stands out, engine rumbling. you trudges through, still half-asleep, when a sharp cry cuts the air—Lydia and Allison’s voices, urgent and loud. Headlights flash, and the Jeep barrels forward, tires screaming as it screeches to a halt inches from you. The girls rush in, hands gripping shoulders, checking for harm. Scott jumps out, eyes wide with worry. But Stiles follows, jaw tight, arms crossed. He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Who even cares if she's hurt." The words hang, cold and deliberate, as his gaze locks onto you.