𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬. - TW ¹

006

I stood outside the school, watching as the police took photos of the crime scene nearby. It felt surreal, like a scene from a movie. Just then, I spotted Stiles' dad approaching.

"Hey, sweetie! Long time no see!" Mr. Stilinski greeted me with a warm smile. He was like a second father to me.

"Yeah, I just moved back a little while ago," I replied, feeling comforted by his familiarity.

"Oh, Stiles mentioned it once or twice," he said, nodding. "So, do you know what happened here?"

I leaned in slightly, my curiosity piqued. "No, not really. You're the police officer, so I thought maybe you might have some more information?"

He sighed, glancing back at the crime scene. "Honestly? We're still figuring it out. It's a mess. But I'll keep you in the loop if I hear anything."

"Thanks, I appreciate it," I said, feeling a sense of camaraderie.

As I turned to head back to the building, I spotted Scott and Stiles approaching.

"Were you just talking to my dad?" Stiles asked, an inquisitive look on his face.

"Yeah, I was," I replied.

"Oh, okay. Did he give you any insider info?" Scott chimed in.

"Not much, just that it's chaotic, as usual," I replied, rolling my eyes playfully. "But I gotta go now. See you later!"

As I walked down the hallway, the speaker came on. "Attention, students. This is your  Principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night involving one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled."

I groaned internally.

Great. Just what I needed—a mystery to kick off the school year.

Finally reaching my classroom, I took a seat next to Stiles, hoping he didn't mind. I turned to him as he adjusted his posture.

Cute.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back, momentarily easing the tension from earlier. "Hey," I said, trying to sound casual. "How's it going?"

"Not too bad," he replied, glancing around the room. "Just trying to keep my head in the game, you know?"

"Same here," I said, feeling a bit more relaxed. The classroom was starting to fill up, and the noise of other students chatting helped distract me from my worries. 

As we were doing our work, Scott turned around. "Maybe it was my blood on the door?"

I looked up in total confusion. "Scott, be quiet," I replied.

"It could have been animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something," Stiles chimed in.

"And did what?" Scott asked, eyebrows raised.

"Ate it?" Stiles suggested casually.

My eyes widened. What the... "What are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing! Mind your business!" Scott shot back.

"I'm trying, but I'm also trying to do my work, and you're distracting me! Plus, your conversation is so stupid. Just tell me what you're talking about!" I exclaimed.

"See? Now you're the nosy one," Stiles pointed out, a playful grin on his face.

I chuckled. "Oh, shut it."

"Raw?" Scott questioned, looking a bit confused.

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don't know—you're the one who can't remember anything!" Stiles retorted.