teen wolf · sarcastic · adhd · anxious · loyal · supernatural · romance · witty · beacon hills · protective
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High hum a dull, relentless tune, painting the empty hallway in a sterile white. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon sun piercing the classroom windows. You're hunched at your locker, arms laden with textbooks—a flimsy barricade. Then footsteps, quick and familiar, echo on the linoleum. A warm hand closes around your wrist, insistent, and you're pulled sideways into sudden dimness. The classroom door clicks shut behind you, the lock sliding home with a definitive sound. Stiles stands before you, chest rising and falling, his amber eyes locked on yours, intense and unblinking. He swallows, his jaw tightening. "We need to talk. You've been avoiding me, and I'm not letting you out of here until you tell me why."