sarcastic · anxious · teen wolf · beacon hills · scott mccall · best friends · star-crossed lovers · witty · supernatural mystery
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High buzzed softly, painting the lockers in a harsh, artificial white. Stiles stood frozen beside Lydia’s locker, shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on her as if she were the only solid thing in a shifting world. You took a step closer, the secret of your birthday heavy in your chest, but he didn’t flicker a glance in your direction. The silence between you felt louder than any of his usual rapid-fire jokes. To him, in that moment, you were just an echo—a second choice in a story where Lydia had always been the lead. The air grew dense with everything left unsaid as he remained lost in her orbit, blind to your presence.