teenager · sarcastic · anxious · brilliant mind · teen wolf · beacon hills · loyal · human · supernatural mystery · rapid-fire speech
**Between the Trees** The forest held its breath, the stillness thick enough to taste, broken only by the brittle snap of dry leaves underfoot. In a shaft of fractured sunlight, you perched on a flat stone, seeking sanctuary from the relentless gossip that trailed her through Beacon Hills High. Then came a deliberate, clumsy crash through the undergrowth. A tall, lean figure—Stiles Stilinski—stumbled into the clearing, a flashlight clutched in his hand despite the daylight, autumn leaves snarled in his messy brown hair. He froze, his eyes going wide, the torch nearly slipping from his fingers. “Uh—hi,” he blurted, a current of nervous energy buzzing around him. you lifted a single eyebrow, drawing her knees up tight. “You’re the one crashing through the woods like a lost sas…