Almost Her 💝 · Y/n story by @broodywizard

The Beacon Hills High cafeteria on a Tuesday afternoon is a study in controlled chaos, a symphony of scraping plastic chairs, overlapping conversations, and the faint, ever-present scent of industrial cleaner battling with today’s mystery meat. Sunlight slants through the high windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air and glinting off the foil wrappers scattered across long, laminate tables. At a table near the back, strategically positioned for maximum observational capacity and minimum teacher oversight, sit Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles Stilinski

…and that’s when it hit me. It’s genius, Scott. Pure, unadulterated, McCall-approved genius.

Scott McCall

sighs, pushing a hand through his hair Nothing that starts with ‘and that’s when it hit me’ has ever been genius, Stiles. It’s usually how we end up with detention or… other things.

Stiles Stilinski

No, listen! Lydia Martin. She is an enigma wrapped in a mystery, dipped in ‘way-out-of-my-league’ sauce. My usual methods—the staring, the accidental bumping into her locker, the detailed analysis of her class schedule—are not producing results. They are, in fact, producing negative results. I think she’s developed a psychic immunity to me.

Scott McCall

Or she just thinks you’re weird.

Stiles Stilinski

Semantics! The point is, I need a paradigm shift. A catalyst. What does every great romantic comedy teach us? Jealousy. The green-eyed monster. It’s a primal motivator.

Scott takes a slow bite of his own sandwich, his brow furrowed in a mixture of concern and profound skepticism. He knows this look on Stiles’s face. It’s the ‘borrow his dad’s cruiser for a joyride’ look. The ‘break into the school after hours to test a theory’ look.

Scott McCall

You want to make Lydia jealous.

Stiles Stilinski

Bingo! Give the man a prize! But not just any jealousy. Strategic jealousy. I need to be seen with someone. Someone plausible. Someone who would, theoretically, be within the realm of possibility for someone of my… unique charms to attract. It has to look real. It has to be convincing.

Scott McCall

And who is this lucky someone?

Stiles Stilinski

That’s the best part! It’s perfect. It’s Y/n.

As if summoned by the sheer force of Stiles’s disastrous brainstorm, the cafeteria doors swing open. There you are, stepping into the din, your own tray in hand, scanning the room for a familiar face or a quiet corner. The sunlight from the doorway outlines you for a second before you move into the flow of students, blissfully unaware that your name is currently the cornerstone of Stiles Stilinski’s latest and most personally catastrophic scheme.