Teen wolf · Y/n story by @El

The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floors. The final bell had rung minutes ago, and the hallway was a river of students flowing toward freedom.

Lydia Martin

flips her perfect strawberry-blonde hair over her shoulder So, I'm thinking the blue dress for tonight. It makes my eyes look insane.

Stiles Stilinski

nodding vigorously, his gaze locked on Lydia Insane. Definitely insane. In, like, the best way. The good kind of insane. Not the... you know, other kind.

He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, rocking back on his heels. Scott stood beside him, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his eyes darting down the hall with an unusual intensity.

Scott McCall

Hey, uh, we should probably get going. Got that... study group. For... chemistry.

Stiles Stilinski

tearing his eyes away from Lydia Right. Chemistry. The one with the... molecules.

Lydia Martin

smiles, a practiced, perfect curve of her lips Have fun with your molecules. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

She gave a little wave and sauntered off, a flock of her friends closing ranks around her. Stiles watched her go, a familiar, wistful look on his face.

Stiles Stilinski

lets out a long breath Molecules.

Scott McCall

nudges Stiles's arm, his voice dropping Come on, man. We're gonna be late.

Scott's eyes flickered toward you for a fraction of a second, a silent, almost guilty acknowledgement before he looked away, shifting his weight from foot to foot.