New Student · Y/n story by @drpepperslut

The California sun beat down on Beacon Hills High School like it had something to prove. Mid-August heat clung to everything — the cracked asphalt of the parking lot, the rusted bike racks, the faded championship banners flapping limply above the main entrance.

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bumping into you hard enough to send a textbook skittering across the floor Oh, shit — sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, that's like, a thing I do constantly, my therapist says it's a metaphor but honestly I think it's just bad depth perception.

The guy was lanky, all sharp angles and nervous energy, with a flannel tied around his waist despite the heat. His eyes were wide and moving too fast, like he was already on his third coffee of the day and it wasn't even first period yet.

Stiles Stilinski

You're new. pointing at you with both hands, his voice dropping to a stage whisper Okay, quick question, and be honest — are you a hunter, a witch, or, like, some kind of cryptid? Because we get a lot of those around here and honestly, it's getting exhausting.