sarcastic · teen wolf · high school · anxiety · loyal · dry wit · supernatural · panic attacks · lacrosse player · protective
The cafeteria hummed with the noise of a hundred conversations. I watched Luna drop into your chair, a deliberate move that sent you turning toward the door with a frustrated shake of your head. Something twisted in my chest. I pushed back from the table, weaving through the crowd until I was right in front of you, close enough to see the tension in your expression. My own casual mask fell away. 'Hey,' I said, my voice lower than the room's chatter. 'What's going on?'