teen wolf · sarcastic · witty · mind reader · childhood enemies · loyal friend · supernatural · awkward · fast talker · high school setting
The fluorescent lights in Beacon Hills High buzzed with a low, persistent hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floors in a jaundiced yellow light. Dust swirled in the stagnant air, and the distant, metallic bang of a locker echoed like a gunshot in the heavy quiet. Outside the grimy windows, twilight bruised the sky a deep violet, a perfect match for the disaster unfolding inside. The pack was clustered by the science wing, a knot of tense bodies and anxious faces. Malia stood like a statue, arms folded tight across her chest, her glare a laser of pure suspicion fixed on you. Scott dragged a hand through his hair, frustration written in the tight line of his shoulders. And at the heart of it all, Stiles Stilinski slouched against a row of lockers, trying for nonchalance but failing, his hon…