"I'm jealous, I want you to myself, I can't help it"
||All Time Low Dear Maria Count Me In
Scott lay against the locker, a pained expression relevant in his eyes.
Gwyn poked his cheek
"Hey, Scotty boy, Allison forgave you, why so down?"
He looked towards us and muttered
"Shot me"
Furrowing her brows she whispered "What?!" Stiles threw his hands up "Allison's Dad what?!"
Scott glanced at the two "Shot me, with a crossbow"
His eyes widened. Gwyn clapped a hand over her mouth
"The grey haired guy?!"
"Martin! Get out of the locker room" Gwyn rolled her eyes and turned
"Coach! My best friends practically live in here! I'm not leaving!"
Coach walked up to her and threatened "You're lucky you're my best student!"
Than he swiveled round and screeched
"Greenburg! Get your but over here!" Gwyn mumbled profanities at the man and entered the conversation once again.
"Okay, what did I miss?" Stiles and Scott raised their eyebrows
"You have werewolf powers! Shouldn't you use them!"
Stiles twitched. "Anyways guys.."
Isaac strolled over, shirtless.
"Hey Gwyn" He smiled. Gwyn's face was beat-red and her heart pounded.
"Uh, I-Isaac, um, put a shirt on!"
She covered her tomato face and heard Isaac's chuckle.
"Yeah Isaac, put a shirt on! You're not making me feel anymore attractive!"
Stiles ranted as Gwyn took her hands off of her face.
She saw Isaac and Stiles give each other dirty look.
"Wow, wow, ladies you're both pretty, but we know who wins this one before you, Finstock" She placed a hand on either boys chest's to push them away.
Well truthfully, she wouldn't mind a shirtless Stiles.
Isaac suddenly jerked way at her touch, Gwyn sighted a bruise on his chest and one on his arms.
Stiles looked hurt, whilst a voice called out
"Thanks Martin!" She twisted to see Coach walk past with a cocky grin on his face.
"Sure thing Coach!" She put a thumb up and swung around to meet three laughing boys.
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead! But seriously the guy I like doesn't even notice, so, you may be attractive....." In the corner of her eyes, she could see Scott struggling to muffle his laughs.
Isaac and Stiles leaned forwards.
"And who may that be?" Isaac quizzed.
"Yeah, I agree with bozo over here-" Stiles leant on the locker only to slide off.
"Christ Stiles. Get a grip! Literally" She laughed helping the spastic boy up.
He brushed his shoulders off mumbling curses at Isaac. "Um Stiles, I can hear you...".
She dead-panned whispering to him. Stiles eye's widened and he got up. "So...Ignoring the strangeness, are we still going out this afternoon"
Isaac smiled. Gwyn looked behind her to see Scott and Stiles frantically waving their arms and mouthing 'No!' Rolling her eyes she smiled
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innocent::stiles stilinski
Fanfiction❝ guess you really did it this time, left yourself in your warpath, lost your balance on a tightrope, lost your mind tryin' get it back ❞ gwyn had no idea what she was in for
