Shadows // Stiles Stilinski x Male OC

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As I arrived at Scott's house and peered through the window, I watched silently as Scott's mom, Melissa, prayed with him. It annoys me how deeply religious everyone in this town seemed to be.

"Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord. Now, when a wicked man dies, his expectation shall perish. And the hope of unjust men perisheth," Melissa recited solemnly.

Scott winced as his mom abruptly slapped him upon noticing he was looking at me instead of focusing on the prayer. "Ow," Scott muttered under his breath.

Melissa turned sharply towards the window, her expression hardening when she spotted me. "You get away now! Go on!" she ordered firmly.

Scott quickly interjected, eager to leave. "Come on, he's gotta take me to school!" he insisted, trying to hasten their departure.

"But we have to finish these," she said firmly. "Scott, where are you going without kissing your mother? What's wrong with you, boy, eh? Now, you be good," Melissa said, smiling as Scott planted a kiss on her cheek before leaving.

"So is she a good kisser or what?" I joked, a mischievous grin playing on his face.

Scott rolled his eyes but chuckled. "Shut up! My mother has officially flown that extra bat-shit mile since Dad died." He sighed, leaning against the Jeep. "She thinks the end of the world's coming because all these earthquakes in the news. It's like, how does loving Jesus make that woman so crazy?"

I chuckled at Scott's remark, shaking his head in amusement.

"She damned Daddy to hell so many times," Scott continued with a touch of bitterness, "I bet he drank just so he'd get there quicker."

"Yeah, my dad is acting like old man Ravenwood," I added, nodding in agreement. "They're all bat-shit."

"Hey, did you hear that new guy in our class is a Ravenwood?" Scott asked excitedly, climbing into the passenger seat of the jeep.

I started the car and pulled out of the driveway, nodding thoughtfully. "I thought old man Ravenwood lived in that house all alone," I commented.

Scott leaned back, settling into his seat. "It's his nephew from out of town. He moved here," he explained, gazing out the window as I drove.

"Why would anyone move here?" I mused, glancing at Scott briefly.

Scott shrugged, shaking his head. "I don't know," he admitted. "It'll be the first Ravenwood anybody in Beacon Hills has seen in almost 20 years."

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I was sitting in his seat before class started, engrossed in a book, when Lydia, my ex-girlfriend?? to be honest I don't even know what we are anymore, approached.

"How was your summer, baby?" Lydia asked, leaning against the desk next to him.

"Fine, Lydia. And yours?" I replied, glancing up briefly before returning to my book, I really don't want to deal with her right now.

"Wonderful. Why didn't you go to the Labor Day Carnival? It was such a good time," Lydia continued, her tone laced with curiosity.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "I wasn't up for it," I said casually.

Lydia sighed softly, a hint of frustration in her voice. "I don't understand what's happened."

I looked at her sincerely. "I know you don't. I'm sorry," I replied honestly.

"You said to give you the summer, and I did. I didn't hear from you once, but I was a good girl. I didn't call. But I missed you," Lydia admitted, her tone softening as she looked earnestly at Stiles. "But hey, no big deal, right? How about you and I go see a movie or something? Just us. Oh, that would be just heaven right?."

I sighed softly, reluctantly agreeing, "Sure."

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of their conversation and the start of class.

"Everyone, take your seats," Mr. Lee announced as he entered the classroom, commanding attention.

"Stiles, baby, I wish you'd quit reading those kinds of books. They're bad for your mind," Lydia remarked teasingly before finding her seat.

Scott who was seating next to me glanced at me and mimed shooting himself with finger guns in response to Lydia's comment. "She's crazy" he whispered making me laugh

"As a requirement of this course, you will need to select a topic for a term paper based on materials covered in chapters 12 through 24," Mr. Lee continued, addressing the class.

After a few minutes a new guy entered the classroom, and the whispers began to swirl, when you live in a small town where nothing happens everything is a motive of gossip.

"Is that him?" someone asked in a hushed voice.

"What's he wearing?" another person commented with curiosity.

"He looks like death eating a cracker," someone else remarked quietly, causing a few classmates to stifle their laughter. I sighed inwardly, thinking to myself, "Everyone here is so stupid. I can't wait to leave this place."

"Now, just take any seat, mister, uh, uh...?" the teacher prompted, waiting for the new student's name.

"Ravenwood. Isn't it?" Lydia interjected with a hint of curiosity.

Allison, one of Lydia's friend's, chimed in, "Mama says nobody's seen old man Ravenwood leave that creepy house in years, she says he's a devil worshiper."

"Actually, it's Duchannes." the new guy corrected calmly. "Alexander Duchannes, or just Alex"

"Well, uh, now, that's an out-and-out lie. I happen to know for a fact that you're Macon Ravenwood's nephew," Lydia retorted confidently.

"Well, bless your heart, sugar. You must have been first in your litter," the new guy replied with a touch of sarcasm, raising an eyebrow at Lydia. That made me chuckle, instantly piquing my interest in the new guy even more.

"Mama says devil worshipers hate fresh air. Makes them choke," Allison comments out of nowhere.

"Well, we all know what makes you choke Allison" Scott teased Allison with a playful smirk, making everyone laugh and Allison slap his head for his remark.

"Mr. McCall, quiet down or you'll get detention!" Mr. Lee warned, silencing Scott with a stern glance. The class continued as Mr. Lee announced the upcoming reenactment of the Battle of Honey Hill, prompting groans and murmurs of discontent from the students. As everyone reacted to what Mr. Lee said, I found myself tuning out the collective response. My attention was fixated on the new guy who had just walked into the classroom.

I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly attractive the new guy was. The way he carried himself exuded subtle confidence and a quiet magnetism. His eyes held a hint of mystery and intelligence, complemented by a strong jawline and an easy grace in his movements—all of it made it impossible for me to look away.

It wasn't just his physical appearance that intrigued me; there was an aura of mystery around the new guy. I found myself drawn to observe every detail—the way he spoke, his gestures, and even the subtle tattoos like the "104" on his hand. Each detail added to his allure, capturing my attention so completely that I momentarily forgot about everything else happening around me in the classroom.