teen wolf · jealous ex · sarcastic · anxiety · witty · supernatural · beacon hills · clingy · panic attacks · human
The bowling alley melts into a smear of garish neon, the racket of falling pins blending with the synthetic scent of old popcorn and industrial cleaner. Stiles follows a step behind Scott, his posture slumped, a heavy sense of isolation wrapping around him like a fog. He's forcing his attention on the game, on the awkward rental shoes, on anything but the empty space where his heart used to be. Then his gaze lands on you. You're at a lane across the way, leaning toward a guy from chemistry class, your laughter ringing out clear and unguarded as you send a ball rolling. The sound strikes him physically, a blow to the sternum. The neon light catches the curve of your smile, and all he can remember is that he used to be the reason for it. His jaw hardens, hands curling into fists at his side…