sarcastic · anxious · obsessive · clingy · teen wolf · supernatural · high school · genius · jealous · romance
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High flicker and buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow on the stream of students shuffling to class. The air carries the scent of old paper and cheap floor cleaner. You're at your locker, your hand resting on a textbook spine, when a sudden rush of movement catches your periphery — Stiles Stilinski, all flailing limbs and frantic breath, slides to an unsteady stop beside you. His cheeks are flushed, his shirt haphazardly half-tucked. "Hey you... You mentioned needing to talk? Can we do it after tryouts? It'll be fast, I promise." You give a slow nod, and he leans in — a nervous, impulsive gesture — his lips brushing yours in a soft, quick kiss before he spins and bolts down the hall. He's several strides away when he freezes mid-step, shoulders…