Moonlit bonds - Stiles Stillinski x Reader

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Y/n's Perspective:

The atmosphere outside the school bore the warmth of an unexpected late-summer day, and in hindsight, I lamented my decision to don a jacket. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, threatening to make a premature appearance. It was as if the entire universe conspired to bear witness to my perspiration.
As I distanced myself from my mother's car, I attempted to blend seamlessly into the bustling scene. I had grown accustomed to being "the new girl," but it didn't make the experience any less nerve-wracking.

Passing the sun-soaked parking lot and struggling with the tricky pull of a push door, I aimed for the girls' bathroom to dab my now-glistening face.
The corridor was a sea of unfamiliar faces, a labyrinth where I navigated like a lost sailor guided by distant stars.
Suddenly, a tap on my shoulder disrupted my internal navigation. Beside me stood a girl with fiery, red-tinged hair.
"Hello?" I offered.
"Hi!" the girl responded, extending her hand in greeting.
"What's your name?" she inquired, her voice friendly as she led me through the labyrinthine hallway.
"I'm y/n," I replied, my gaze fixated on the floor.
"Well, y/n, I'm Lydia Martin," she announced cheerfully, her words hinting at a potential camaraderie between us.I regarded her with surprise. While I'd had friends before, I wasn't accustomed to people accepting me so readily. Lydia came to a halt in front of a door at the end of the corridor.
"I believe this is your destination," she declared, opening the door.
"I was on my way to the bathroom, but I can hold off for a moment," I replied with a chuckle. Inside the room, a woman sat behind a desk, bearing a striking resemblance to Lydia. She welcomed us with a warm smile.
"Ah, you must be y/n. I see you've already met Lydia."My eyes fell upon the name tag resting on the desk, which read "Natalie Martin." I glanced at Lydia and then back at Mrs. Martin.
"Ah, you must be her mother!" I exclaimed, my realization met with a nod of affirmation from Mrs. Martin.She handed me my class schedule with a gracious smile.
" You'll share a few classes with Lydia, and it appears you'll be in all of Stiles's classes," she mentioned, as if I should know who this Stiles was.I exchanged a questioning look with Lydia, who sprang up from her chair, exuding excitement.
"I simply must introduce you to Scott's pack!" Lydia exclaimed, her fervour evident as she dragged me away from her mother's office.Pack? Scott's pack? Who's Scott? My mind was awash with unanswered questions, and Lydia's mention of a "pack" only added to the mystery.

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