«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine you were new at Beacon Hills High. *** You headed forward along the corridor, absently looking at a piece of paper with a schedule and the number of the office you need. "Who is she?" you heard a question from a red-haired girl. The black-haired girl standing next to her looked at you in confusion, noticed that you were looking at them and turned away, but you managed to notice that she was embarrassed. "Probably new, I haven't seen her here before. Ask yourself, Lydia," she shrugged and walked down the corridor. "Hey, wait," you heard behind you. You stopped and turned around. The girl named Lydia was catching up with you. "Hi," she held out her hand to you. "I'm Lydia Martin," Lydia smiled sweetly. "Y/N Y/L/N," you nodded in response, introducing yourself, "hi." "What grade are you in?" You looked at her for a second, and then handed her the piece of paper that you had been clutching in your hand. "They gave me this," you nodded at the piece of paper. "I'll walk you out, you're in the same class with us, let's go," Lydia smiled, glancing at him. *** You became friends pretty quickly. You didn't think that after moving you would be able to find friends at all, after all, you have already passed the age when you could only make friends with others by saying "Hi, I'm Y/N, let's be friends." But still you managed to overcome yourself and your own shyness in meeting new people. Lydia was, as she said herself, "always at your service" and you took advantage of it with pleasure. Martin herself seemed glad that she had suggested it. She introduced you to Allison Argent, who was standing with her in the hallway on your first day at your new school. "Scott and Stiles are my friends," Lydia told you smiling. You grinned and nodded, because you already noticed how the girl takes care of them and how these guys protect her. * The chance to get to know them better fell to you very soon, at lacrosse training, to which Lydia dragged you, arguing that you had never seen such a thing before. You didn't understand what was in it that you might not have seen yet. But, I must admit, Lydia was right in the end, you definitely haven't seen such a game yet. A couple of times you closed your eyes because it seemed to you that someone was about to need medical help, but everything worked out. You were surprised to see Scott, who performed in a T-shirt with the number "11" and his name on the chest, as well as the number and the inscription "Beacon Hills" on the back. He was... doing something really incredible, even though Lydia assured you that he was just so well trained. After the game, Lydia decided to wait for Stiles and you followed her. It turned out that they were dating him, which surprised you very much, but you were only happy for them, because Lydia looked so happy, her eyes were shining, and her voice was filled with warmth when she talked about Stiles. Soon the students started coming out of the locker room and you and Lydia stood apart so as not to disturb them and so that you would not be killed by the door inadvertently. "Lydia?" you heard the question. Lydia turned around and immediately smiled, hurrying to meet Stiles. "Can we go?" she asked, hugging him. The guy nodded and turned his gaze to the newly opened door, in the opening of which Scott appeared. "Now we can definitely," Stiles nodded again, smiling at his friend. Stilinski put his arm around Lydia's shoulders and led her to the exit, and Scott walked next to you. "Won't we get lost?" you asked a little nervously. During the time spent at school, you haven't had time to memorize all the ins and outs yet. Scott shook his head. "No, we won't get lost, don't worry, I know where to go and they," he pointed to Stiles and Lydia walking ahead of you, "also know this." You could only rely on your new friend, which you happily did. You all went out into the school yard. Lydia and Stiles headed to his jeep, and Scott offered to give you a ride home. You agreed, because it was already dark outside and you were a little scared to go home alone. *** "Is everything OK?" that was the first question Lydia asked you when you showed up at school the next day. "Yes, why do you ask? "you asked, puzzled. "You left with Scott," Martin shrugged, looking at you. "He drove me home, Lydia," you frowned. Lydia somehow smiled mysteriously and hurried away, and you shook your head, roughly imagining what she had already thought of there. "He just drove me home," you said softly, catching up with the girl and touching her shoulder. "Ask him yourself." Lydia seemed to think about your words, and then nodded, adjusted the bag on her shoulder and headed towards the classroom. You sighed heavily and hurried after her. That's just ridiculous rumors you haven't had enough for complete happiness.