Teen Wolf Preferences And Imagines / One Shots

~How You Met~

Scott:

"Hi Deaton! I'm here to pick up (Y/P/N). How is he doing?" You shouted as you entered the animal clinic. Your parents were friends with him so you'd known each other for a long time.

"Hello (Y/N), your dog is doing very well, he's recovered nicely. Come on through."

You let out a huge sigh of relief. Your dog had become quite ill so Deaton had kept him in the clinic for treatment and close observation for almost three weeks now.

As you entered the treatment room, you noticed a boy your age placing some bottles into a cupboard. As he looked round, you gave him a brief closed-mouth smile before he continued tidying.

"You're (Y/N) right? (Y/P/N)'s owner?" He said, still facing away from you.

"That's me. You're.. Scott?"

"Yeah." He turns to you, only to walk straight past you into the storage room.

You sighed to yourself. You knew there was no way that a boy as popular, talented and good looking as him would ever notice you.

He shortly returned with Deaton and your dog.

"(Y/P/N)!" You cooed. "Boy am I glad to see you!"

"The toxins that were in his body should be completely out of his system by now, it seems as though he's returned to his normal self."

You took your dog from Scott and turned to leave after thanking them both profusely. As you walked back out to your car, you heard footsteps behind you.

"Hey, you left you bag behind!" Scott called out to you.

You put (Y/P/N) onto the back seat and shut the door.

"Oh I'm sorry, I completely forgot about it!" You apologized.

"It's no problem, really. It just means I get to look at you longer."

You giggled to yourself a little. "See you at school tomorrow I expect?"

"Until then."

Stiles:

You were sat in Physics class. You hsd never understood physics and the whole thing seemed pointless to you. While furiously scribbling down notes from the board and mumbling them to yourself, you heard your name called and looked up.

"While I admire your ambition to succeed in my class, I would appreciate it greatly if you could actually pay attention rather than pathetically talking to yourself like a fool."

Snickers and whispers started to echo throughout the room.

"What an idiot"

"She'll never pass"

"Who's she trying to impress anyway?"

"Stupid girl"

As the laughter died down, the teacher spoke again.

"What about you Mr Stilinski? What can you tell me about the correlation between gravitational potential energy and the crater made on a surface?"

You turned to see a boy with short brown hair and a pen sticking out of his mouth. He lent back into his seat as he spoke.

"I don't about craters but I do know that it's rude and disrespectful to insult students who are clearly trying their hardest to improve, you douchebag."

You looked down at your desk and smiled to yourself.

"Perhaps you'd like to help Miss (Y/L/N) yourself then Stilinski?" The teacher said calmly.