teen wolf · sarcastic · adhd · anxious · loyal · supernatural · romance · witty · beacon hills · protective
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty hallway. Dust motes dance in the late-afternoon beams filtering through the classroom window. You're bent over your locker, books piled in your arms — a flimsy shield. Then footsteps. Fast, familiar. A hand closes around your wrist, warm and insistent, and you're yanked sideways. The door clicks shut behind you, the lock sliding home. Stiles stands there, chest heaving, amber eyes fixed on yours. He swallows, jaw tight. "We need to talk. You've been avoiding me, and I'm not leaving until you tell me why."