Stydia One Shots

Superfreak

"Dude, did you hear? Black panther disappeared from L.A. They had three bank robberies in last night alone," Scott told Stiles as they walked through the halls. This made Stiles flinch, because he knew from experience that it can't be good when another superhero goes missing, seeing as he was San Francisco's own Mind Turner, using telekinesis and mind reading to save the town. No one else knew this, though.

Black Panther had always been a super Stiles wanted to team up, because she was downright badass. Stiles envied her hand to hand combat skills, but she also possessed the qualities of a panther-night vision, extra agile, jumping to extreme lengths, and she always landed on her feet. Stiles never had the chance to meet her because unlike San Fran, they had a lot of big villains, but San Francisco wasn't far behind in the problem department. Just a few days ago, students Erica and Boyd had disappeared.

"Wow, police better get on that. That super-babe is doing half their work." Stiles laughed and joked, but anxiety was really eating him away. Maybe mind turner will have to pay L.A. A visit, he thought, walking through the biology classroom and sitting down at his empty table happily, he thought everyone else in the class was too slow for him. 'Cocky bastard,' Scott would always say, but in all truth, Stiles was right. He should be in a higher class, but just doesn't get the grades because his brain is moving too fast for even grades to keep up with. Hey, he didn't get the name Mind Turner for nothing.

Stiles got his notebook out, ready to take notes when he heard the principals voice, already making up excuses for why he stole anatomy books from the library, but instead the principal was saying, "Students, we have a new-uh, student," which was replied with a force 'ha ha' from the rest of the class.

He had to repress a groan, seeing as the seat next to him was the only empty space in the class. That was until he saw the new students face. It was delicate and pretty, she had milk white skin and bouncy strawberry curls, and little freckles dotted on her nose. Stiles had to keep himself focused on not reading her mind since he was so distracted by her beauty.

"Hi, I'm Lydia," She introduced herself, and to Stiles her voice sounded like honey, but has a sharp edge to it that other girls he knew didn't posses. The teacher gestured to the empty seat next to the teen, but this time he didn't mind. She looked interesting, and had a tinge in her eye that looked like there was more to her than what's on the surface. Stiles not only could read minds, but could read people impeccably well. He new from day one that Smelly Henry ate at least 3 double cheese burgers a day.

The girl came and sat next to him with very dainty and delicate, but he could see she had a lot of scars over her hands. "We're you get those?" He asked, tapping them lightly.

"I used to climb trees all the time, I got scars everywhere. I even climbed to the top of a palm tree once," she giggled, brushing her little hands over the marks. Stiles could tell she was lying, but brushed it off. He didn't want to scare off the pretty girl on her first day of school, driving her straight into the hugest prick's arms, Jackson Whitmore.

"Were'd you come from?" Stiles payed attention to her eyes, spotting to see if she looked up into the left corner, indicating she's lying.

"L.A." She smiled a smile sweet as sugar candy, making Stiles' heart warm. Unlike her last lie, he could tell Lydia was telling the truth. They had a little stare down and he had a chance to study her eyes. They looked like they had the redwood forests trapped in them, with dark green around the outside surrounded by the color of sea water, with a reddish-brown laced throughout. They were mesmerizing, and Stiles could get lost in them for-

CRASH!

Stiles didn't even notice his 6th super sense for trouble going of radar until the huge noise came from outside. His head snapped to the window, and he ran over along with Lydia, peering outside and seeing who was causing trouble. Out on the grass, students were running every where like crazy pigeons. In the center, two students that had been marked as missing. Boyd was hurtling a car back into the steep hilled street adorned with townhouses. Erica was sending beams of blue light, hitting students, sending them into a haze with glowing blue eyes.