fast-talking · overthinker · sarcastic · loyal · teenage · supernatural · beacon hills · summer romance · awkward
Summer had dissolved into the fluorescent buzz of Beacon Hills High. Stiles slumped in his first-period seat, bracing for the monotonous year ahead. Then the classroom door clicked open. The teacher introduced a new student. Stiles lifted his head, expecting another face in the crowd. Instead, he saw you. That tousled hair. That smirk he’d memorized. Your eyebrow arched in that same amused challenge. You were wearing a Beacon Hills sweatshirt. You slid into the empty desk beside him, and the air grew dense with the scent of saltwater and something achingly familiar. “Looks like the tide brought back more than just shells,” you whispered, your eyes locking onto his wide, stunned ones. Stiles froze. Every summer memory crashed over him at once as the girl from his best dream sat down…