This is the y’know. I wouldn’t call it a second half because I don’t do those. But this one does rely on the one before it for some details I guess? Whatever.
“Oh my god.” You whispered, shoving your entire head into
your locker. It was them.
It was Claw Marks Stile and Starting Block Scott. Oh my god.
You pulled back slightly, peeking out with one eye as you tried not to seem too
sketchy to those around you. Scott was looking at you with… Was that a small
smile? Stiles was oblivious, talking animatedly with the girl that stood with
them, her expression frustrated as she ran a hand a hand through her red hair.
Technically strawberry blonde. Or apricot blonde? Or peach
blonde? You always had trouble remembering which was which. Whatever. Not your
Carefully, you took a slow step back, eyes still locked
covertly on the group, Scott smirking slightly now, likely holding back some
humour filled reaction. Quick as you could, you shut your locker and spun on
your heel. This wasn’t the direction to your next class, you’d have to go the
long way, but being slightly late would be excusable if the teachers knew your
“She’s here?” You heard someone exclaim loudly behind you
and you winced, quickening your step, only to hear the sound of shoes squeaking
and slapping down on the linoleum behind you. Dear lord.
“Fancy meeting you here. It’s me. Stiles.” He greeted
amicably and you sucked in a breath, exhaling it slowly and carefully as you kept
your face blank, steps even. “Amazing, we’re headed in the same direction. Is
that a coincidence?”
You peeked at him from the corner of your eye, catching on
his grin and you felt your face warm a little, and your heart fluttered. No. No flutters. You scolded yourself,
trying to shake it off without actually obviously shaking it off.
“Do you have class down here?”
“No.” You replied curtly, trying to keep your pace casual,
holding yourself back from changing gear and sprinting away.
“Why’re going this way then?” He smiled, as if he had
nowhere else he wanted to be going.
“Because.” You snapped, sucking a breath through your nose and
counting to ten. “I was avoiding your little group there.”
“But we’re so nice!” He protested jovially and the tight set
of your mouth twitched unconsciously.
When you didn’t speak, he continued, blatantly ignoring your
“Well, if you don’t have class down here, why are we going
this way? Do you have a name? You should be on the track team, are you?” He
pressured and you literally buckled, your shoulders dropping weakly as you
turned the corner, him tight on your heels. “Ahh, we’re going the long way
“Y/N. My names Y/N Y/L/N, second best runner on the track
team behind Cyborg Emma.” You gasped, hand shooting out and grabbing his arm in
a tight grip. “You’ll never repeat that name again; Emma is a lovely person.”
You growled and he nodded seriously, giving you an appreciative look.
“I’ve heard of you. You’re the one that’s always running
with a pack of wild dogs through the preserve, hey.” He recalled obnoxiously,
his voice sounding as if it was a pleasant shared memory.
“They’re not wild! And it was one time.” You snapped. One
time you’d walked the dogs on a public trail and suddenly you’re the crazy girl
who was raised by wolves.
“So you do have four dogs though. Glad I didn’t get caught
while making sure you got home safely last night.” He grinned like he’d done
you a favour when all you wanted to do was shiver because now he knew where you
lived and even though he didn’t seem dangerous
or creepy, you never can be sure. He started at the look on your face before
sighing and rubbing at his own face with a large hand. “That was creepy. I see
that now. Sorry. I just keep apologising, don’t I?”
He grinned sheepishly and turned away. Attractive wasn’t
part of the deal when you’d decided to run them over. Without a word you
stopped completely, only for him to half trip over you, making you grin
helplessly at his wobbling. When he turned back and caught sight of the smile,
his entire face lit up.
“Why’d you stop?” He grinned, still glad looking and you
smiled slightly at his smile. You gestured to the door beside you.
“My class.” You shrugged and his expression got brighter and
a trickle of dread ran down your spine.
“Wow, mine too.” Maintaining his grin, he opened the door
and gestured for you to go first. Carefully, so as not to touch, you slipped
past him and slid into the closest seat under the disgruntled glare of your
teacher, only to have Stiles slide into the seat beside you, giving you a
Of course he would.
Dedication to the cute gif where he does the thumbs up. It’s at Scott but that means nothing.