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THEO RAEKEN IMAGINE VI

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THEO RAEKEN IMAGINE VI

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NEVER HURT YOU

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Credits to it's author (report me if you know who wrote it).

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"Hey princess."

You jump, startled at the husky voice coming from by your ear. A pair of hands snaked around your waist and pulled you into a hard chest.

"I haven't seen you all day, I was thinking you disappeared." You relaxed slightly when you recognized Theo's voice.

"Hi, Theo." You said, your voice soft and airy. Theo ran his nose up your neck before burying his face in your hair.

"So I was thinking-"

"Y/N!" In an instant, Theo's warmth left your body and Mason was at your side. "Y/N." He hissed, grabbing your arm. "What the hell are you doing? Theo? Really? If Stiles sees you, you're dead."

"Mace." You struggled out of his grip and stopped walking. You sighed exasperatedly. "Mason, nothing happened. He just came up to me and we were talking, that's it."

"Talking?" Mason scoffed. "Talking with his mouth all over your neck. Yeah. Talking my ass."

You groaned as Mason dragged you down the hall, and out the front door.

"You're an idiot Y/N."

You glowered at Mason as he pulled you over to Liam and Malia. "You reek of annoyance." Malia pointed out. "And Theo." You rolled your eyes and jab Mason in the stomach before he can say anything.

"I just ran into him in the hallway, no big deal." You said breezily. With Stiles as your brother, and Scott as your best friend, who also happened to be a werewolf, you'd learned to lie very well. You could control your heart rate and made sure over the years that you had no tells. Malia cocked an eyebrow at you but said nothing. You held back a sigh of relief. You were safe.

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"Miss Y/L/N? Y/N?"

Your head snapped up from your notes as Ms. Finch stopped in front of your desk.

"Y/N?" She glared pointedly.

"Y-yes?" You said meekly, cheeks flushing red.

"Would you like to answer the question?" Ms. Finch's condescending tone made you blush more.

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