«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you moved and therefore transferred to a new school this academic year. Since your family often moved from place to place, you had very few friends. *** You walked into the school building, looking around curiously. There were guys and girls in the hallway who were opening their lockers in search of a textbook or notebook, hurrying to class and just chatting with each other. "Hi, you're Y/N, right?" two girls came up to you, a black—haired and a red—haired one, "I'm Allison, and this is Lydia," the brown-eyed one smiled affably. "Yes, I'm Y/N, hi," you greeted them shyly. Two friends took you to the principal's office so that you could find out which class you would study in, and then they went with you to get a schedule. All this time they were telling you funny stories, and you were laughing. You thought that maybe you could make friends with them, because you can't, all the time changing the environment, communicate only with two or three friends, right? *** "Who is it?" Scott asked Stiles, two friends were watching you talking to Martin and Argent. "It seems that this is Y/N Y/L/N, remember, we were told that at the beginning of the year a new girl would come to our school?" The sheriff's son turned to the werewolf. "Yes," the guy nodded, frowning. "Well, actually, I think this is it," the man shrugged his shoulders. McCall didn't answer that, just kept looking at you. *** You got into the same class with Allison and Lydia, which was incredibly glad, because you already knew each other a little, which means it will be easier for you to get used to the new environment. "Guys, meet the new girl, her name is Y/N Y/L/N," the homeroom teacher introduced you, "from this day she will study with you." You got up from your seat, nodded to your classmates and sat back down. Everyone turned in your direction and whispers went around the class, the girls discussed your appearance, and the guys argued who could pick you up. Fortunately, the teacher interrupted their conversations, starting to tell a new topic. "Hi, I'm Scott, Scott McCall," someone whispered, you turned your head to the right and saw a smiling guy. "Y/N," you answered quietly, smiling back at him. "Nice to meet you, Y/N," McCall nodded, slightly tilting his head to the shoulder. "And I'm Stiles Stilinski," a whisper was heard from the left. "Y/N," you repeated, looking sideways at Stiles, who was also smiling all over his mouth, and then focused on what the teacher was telling, because he would probably ask questions after or force him to solve the test on the topic he had just told. *** There was still a test, but after the first lesson you had only two, after which the class in which you had already managed to get to know everyone was released, so you went home. You decided to walk to remember the way and not get lost then anywhere. "Y/N, stop!" a voice was heard behind you, you turned around and saw your new acquaintance, however, could not remember his name in any way. "You're... uh… Stiles, right?" you drawled, smiling guiltily and reproaching yourself for forgetting his name. "Yes, it's me," Stilinski grinned. "I'm sorry, there are just so many of you that I didn't have time to remember them all, but I'll remember, I promise," you rattled, lowering your eyes to the floor. "It's okay, Y/N, the first day at a new school is always difficult," the guy reassured you, "where do you live?" "On 11 Main Street, but I do not know how to get there, they brought me by car in the morning, but they will not be able to pick me up," you got sad. "I can escort you," the sheriff's son offered. You nodded: "That would be great." *** You became friends with both Stiles and Scott, so the guys were jealous of each other, because they both liked you. They didn't argue about whether they could pick you up like others, but simply showed you signs of attention, like a nice note in the locker or a walk together. Scott used to walk with you after school and tell funny stories. In the evening, the initiative was intercepted by the sheriff's son, who took you to a cafe several times, but most often you just sat together on the roof and admired the stars. It was just one of the evenings when Stiles took you to a cafe. You were dressed in a beautiful, not very long dress, and the guy was wearing a simple plaid shirt and jeans. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Stiles," when you were standing on the porch of your house, you allowed yourself to kiss him on the cheek, and Stilinski smiled broadly, but was not going to let you go just like that: when you turned around to go into the house, he grabbed your hand, and when you I turned to him, kissed him, biting your lower lip. You responded to the kiss by wrapping your arms around the guy's neck. *** At school, Scott went frowning and a little upset, which made Stiles feel guilty, because the werewolf probably felt your smell coming from him. After school, he invited his best friend to get into a jeep to talk. Both were silent for a while, not knowing how to start a conversation. "Did you meet with Y/N on the weekend?" McCall was the first to break the silence. "Yes," the sheriff's son answered with a heavy sigh after a few seconds. Scott looked down, and Stilinski looked in his friend's direction, pursing his lips. "And how... how did it go?" swallowing viscous saliva, the werewolf asked. "She's wonderful," Mieczysław smiled dreamily, closing his eyes. Alpha looked at how happy Stiles was at the mere mention of you, then thought about his feelings and decided that they weren't worth ruining his best friend's happiness. *** A few months later, you and Stiles started dating, and it was the guy who took the initiative: he hid a note with an offer to meet in a notebook that ran out of sheets, so you didn't use it anymore, and then went upset because he thought you were ignoring him because you refused. The situation was saved by Scott, who told you about the note and that's how you found it. Of course, you agreed to Stilinski's proposal, and he was happy that you said "yes" to him.