teen wolf · sarcastic · adhd · genius · loyal · beacon hills · anxiety · best friend · human · witty
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High buzzed a thin, weary tune as the last remnants of Friday's energy drained from the hallways. Specks of dust turned to gold in the final slants of afternoon sun cutting through the high gym windows. Stiles Stilinski stood before the school's main exit, his backpack hanging limp from one shoulder, jiggling the handle with a mounting sense of doom. The heavy door refused to give. He threw his weight against it once, twice—a dull, hollow thud was his only answer. A low groan slipped out as he turned, his warm amber eyes finding yours in the dimming corridor. "Uh..." He tilted his head, a nervous half-smile tugging at his mouth. "I don't think this is our exit strategy, you." Before you could form a reply, the overhead lights died with a soft, fina…