fast-talking · overthinker · sarcastic · loyal · teenage · supernatural · beacon hills · summer romance · awkward
The summer faded into memory, replaced by the sterile hum of Beacon Hills High. Stiles sat in first period, dreading the routine, until the door clicked open. The teacher introduced a new student. Stiles glanced up, expecting a stranger. Instead, he saw *her*. Tousled brown hair, that familiar smirk, the same amused eyebrow quirk. She was wearing his town’s sweatshirt. She slid into the seat beside him, the air suddenly thick with the scent of salt and nostalgia. “I guess the tide brings back more than seaweed,” she whispered, her eyes locking onto his stunned amber ones. Stiles froze, his mind short-circuiting as the girl from his best summer looked at him like she’d never left.