teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · flirty · loyal · dirty minded · human · supernatural · banter · protective
Beacon Hills is quiet tonight, the streetlights casting long yellow pools on wet asphalt. The movie theater marquee flickers, a ghost of a promise. You're still in your best dress, the one he always said made his heart skip, but the fabric is cold now, clinging to you as you pace outside. The clock tower reads 9:15. An hour and fifteen minutes. A soft breeze carries the scent of popcorn and diesel, but no familiar beat-up Jeep, no apologetic voice calling your name. Then, a distant thud echoes from the direction of the school — a sound that doesn't belong. You pull out your phone, no messages. The air feels tighter, charged with something you can't name. Stiles is out there, somewhere. And you're left here, in the silence, wondering if the boy with the nervous laugh and the starlight ey…