Scott: it was your first day in Beacon Hills and you were being forced to go to a small town school. This really upset you, due to your wishes to attend a very rich and good teaching school. It was homeroom, and you sat alone in the back of the room. As the last bell rang, two boys stumbled in the door and sat directly diagonal from you. You noticed they were both very attractive, and seemed to be more focused on them then the class, which was very unlike you.
"Ms y/l/n. Could you please answer the question." This snapped you back to reality. You had no clue what the question was, so you stuttered on your words.
"Uh, coul-could you repeat-repeat that please si-sir?" A frown grew on the teachers face and he crossed his arms.
"I knew you weren't listening. You were too busy staring at the back of Mr McCall's head." You could feel the cluster of eyes turn and look at you, including the cute boys. The feeling in your stomach had gotten worse and your cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Sorry." You put your face into a random textbook you picked up, hiding from the audience. The class went by slow from there, and soon it was over. You ran down the halls and into your locker. You began to shove books into the small space until you heard his voice.
"I mean, she's cute. No need to be embarrassed, poor girl." His voice rose from behind you.
"She totally has a thing for you dude." Another guy chimed in, obviously, his friend from the class.
"Awe come on man, I have no chance with her. She's beautiful." The voice got closer until he was right beside you, opening the locker.
Stiles: your brother and his best friend were roaming the hall too your room. They were talking about stupid werewolf shit and were way too loud. If Scott, your brother didn't want your mom too know, he'd probably have to shut up. You rolled your eyes, listening to plan to catch another villain.
"We could lead him into the school then hit him over the head with a bat." Stiles voice released another stupid idea, before being blocked out by Scotts door being shut. You proceeded to scroll through your phone over Instagram. After half an hour flew by, you grew hungry, and wanted food. As you stood up and began to pass Scotts room you heard your name.
"Y/N? No way dude." It was Scott. He seemed a little protective and frustrated, which usually wasn't him.
"Come on man, please? She's been my crush since we've met." Stiles now piped up, in his begging tone.
"No. Absolutely not! She's my sister!" Scott raised his voice, and was now pacing the room.
"But Scott, I care about her. She's absolutely stunning, and kind. Scott, give me a chance!" You felt a small smile creep on your face as you continued walking down the hall.
Derek: you and Derek were dating finally, and he wanted you to meet his uncle. It was the only family he had left, and thought it'd be special. You took the time to really dress up for a fancy dinner at Dereks loft, so you took your time, perfecting your makeup and curling your hair. You looked more beautiful then ever, and wanted to show Derek the masterpiece you had put together, so you got in your car, and drove over to his loft. When you got there, you didn't bother knocking, and walked right in. It was very quiet, almost too quiet. You crept around, trying to find it, but he wasn't home. You shrugged, sitting down on the couch, and decided to wait for him. After minutes of waiting around, you heard speaking coming from outside.
"Don't screw this up Peter. I love her." Dereks sweet voice charmed you. You heard a chuckle before a mystery voice, who was assumed Peter.
"Don't worry, when do I ever screw up?" The cockiness was overwhelming. You could feel Derek rolling his eyes.
"You always do. But I'm serious. She is my world. I'll kill you if you hurt her." You felt your stomach full with love.
Isaac: it was a cold fall day and you and Lydia had plans to go shopping today. You got dressed and did your makeup, which took longer than expected. Soon you were ready to leave. You had moseyed over to her house, and knocked on the door. Her mom welcomed you in, giving you directions to where she was. You had take your time, walking down the hall, and when you got to her room, you over heard Lydia talking, she was on the phone.
"What do you want Isaac?" Her tone very annoyed, obviously she was trying to do something. You stood outside, waiting, not meaning to eavesdrop.
"I need to talk about girls." It was on speaker. You listened closely, knowing it was Isaac.
"Okay, and who is this girl?" Lydia waited. A large sigh was put through the line.
"Y/N. Lydia. I love her, and she doesn't even realize it." Lydia stifled a laugh.
"Isaac. You don't make moves on her, of course she doesn't." You smirked, knowing your best friend was sticking up for you.
"I know, but when I'm around her, I'm nervous. She's perfect. And I really want her." You couldn't take anymore so you ran to the bathroom, sequestering yourself away.
