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TEEN WOLF S6 IMAGINE IV
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FORGOTTEN
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— Credits to @whatthehellisastilesimagine on Tumblr.
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You saw the new boy from across the room. Brown hair, brown eyes, a plaid shirt. He was distressed. He was forgotten. As you were.
Only one person seemed to know him. Peter. From the werewolf, you soon learnt that the new boy's name was Stiles. He had a family to get back to. A pack that wouldn't remember him.
For the first few days, you avoided him. You avoided everyone you didn't know. It was impossible to know who to trust here. Not with them watching.
The Ghost Riders.
You were lying on your bunk watching Stiles when he approached you. You'd been watching him for a while now.
There was something about that upturned nose, those honey brown eyes that had you captivated. There was something about Stiles that interested you, something that terrified you. Something that made you want to know more.
He stood over you, as you sat up.
"Mind if I sit?"
"Not at all."
The bed dipped as Stiles took his place next to you. You could feel warmth radiating off of him, resisting the temptation to snuggle into that plaid shirt.
"I'm Stiles, by the way."
"Y/N."
An awkward silence smothered you both. You turned to face Stiles, studying the face you had learnt to know like the back of your hand.
"So you know Peter?"
He shrugged.
"Yeah, known him for quite a while. We've had our ups and downs."
"Let me guess, he tried to kill you. Or did he offer you the bite?"
Stiles looked shocked, before leaning in towards you.
"You know about werewolves?"
"Of course I do."
"How?"
You rolled your eyes. He had approached a topic that you didn't like to talk about. Your family. A family of hunters.
"Let's just say that before I ended up here, it was my family's job to- to keep them in check, if you want to put it like that."
Stiles moved away, as realisation dawned on him.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
That awkward silence resumed with its suffocation.
You were about to get up when Stiles spoke.
"We're gonna get out of here."
You turned, your heart fluttering at his hope, false hope, but hope all the same.
"What?"
"My friends. They're coming for me. They're coming for all of us."
You sighed. It wasn't the first time you had heard something like that. You had also believed it once upon a time. But you had been here long enough to learn that it wasn't true.
"I hate to break it to you Stiles, but no-one remembers us. No-one's coming. I mean, how can they save someone they don't remember?"
You stood up, ready to walk away when Stiles grabbed your arm. The feeling of human contact wasn't something you had felt in a while, and from Stiles, it felt like tiny electric shocks buzzing through your veins. There was definitely something about this boy that enticed you.
You just had to figure out whether it was a good thing.
"Y/N. You haven't met my friends. We've done this kind of thing before. Well, not this exact kind of thing. But we've faced monsters. Peter, a kanima, a dark druid, a nogitsune, berserkers-"
"I get it. You guys like to fight the supernatural. But that's what I used to do too Stiles. And look where it's got me. Look where it's got you. We've been forgotten Stiles. There's no coming back from that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to sort out."
Stiles dropped your arm in defeat.
As you walked away, you tried not to look back at the teenage boy who was sitting on your bed, his head in his hands.
