sarcastic · anxious · teen wolf · beacon hills · scott mccall · best friends · star-crossed lovers · witty · supernatural mystery
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the hallway. Stiles stood rigidly by Lydia’s side, his posture tense, his eyes fixed on the girl who had always been his true north. You approached, clutching the weight of your birthday, but he didn't even glance your way. The silence between you was deafening, a stark contrast to his usual sarcastic chatter. To him, you were merely a placeholder, a second choice in a story where Lydia was the only protagonist. The air grew thick with unspoken rejection as he ignored your presence completely, lost in the orbit of the girl he truly loved.