'Teen Wolf' Imagines

"Everything's Going To Be Just Fine " - (Brett and Scott AU Imagine)

Warning: Reader being stabbed

Pairings: Brett x Reader (Romantically), Scott x Reader (Best Friends)

When my best friend, Scott, called to tell me The Ghost Riders were in Beacon Hills, I knew transferring to Beacon Hills High was the perfect solution. I'm not a werewolf like Scott and Liam, a werecoyote like Malia, or a banshee like Lydia. However, I am pretty savvy with a sword and know martial arts, the perks of being a celestial kitsune for 500 years.

When I explained to my boyfriend, Brett, why I was transferring schools, he didn't like the idea at first. He knew Scott was a great True Alpha and had a pack that always seems to beat the impossible, but he refused to let me out of his sight. He transferred with me, as he is very protective when it comes to my safety. You'd think I would find it sweet, or even romantic, but lately it's been annoying to have someone on your heels of every second of every day.

I was walking down the hallway, looking for Brett to let him know what the plan was for tonight during the lacrosse game. Liam and Mason had two different ideas to catch a Ghost Rider and Scott decided to come up with a plan to do both since they were both good ideas.

I turned the corner of the hallway to see Brett leaning against the lockers while talking to Lydia. I was never in Scott's pack. I was in Satomi's like Brett. Luckily, she was kind enough to understand why I wanted to transfer and help Scott.

I never really got along with any of the girls in Scott's pack. Truthfully, I never got along with girls in general. They're always vicious with their backstabbing and putting others down, thinking they're superior. I was more of a guy's girl. Boys were more laid back and didn't care about the same things girls did. It's simpler to hang out with the guys than to go shopping with the girls while pointing out someone's flaws in the dressing rooms. Right now, Lydia was proving why I dislike girls as she's giggling and twirling her hair in front of my boyfriend.

I walked towards them, trying not to let my blood boil under my skin. It's moments like this where I wish I was a werewolf with incredible hearing. Brett's head snapped in my direction, no doubt hearing my heartbeat ready to explode and my chemosignals radiating with rage. Lydia turned around to see what suddenly had Brett's attention.

"Excuse you, but what the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked angrily as I curled my hands into tight fists.

Brett pushed himself off the lockers. "Baby-"

"We were just taking," Lydia interrupted Brett.

I rolled my eyes at her. "No, you and I," I pointed my index finger between us, "are talking. I'm not smiling in a flirtatious matter or battling my eyes at you like you were with my boyfriend."

"I'm sorry, I didn't think-"

"Clearly, you weren't thinking," I snapped at her. "You know Brett's mine and not yours. So back off, Lydia." I held my gaze with hers before turning on my heel and walked away from them.

"Baby, it's not what it looked like," Brett said, trying to keep up with my pace.

"Whatever," I mumbled as I reached the double doors that led to the courtyard.

"I'm serious," Brett grabbed my wrist and turned me around to face him. "If you were a werewolf with hear-"

"That's the problem, right?" I yanked my hand from his grip and took a step back from him. "I'm not a werewolf, Brett!" I whispered yelled at him. "You never fail to remind me I'm not as awesome, powerful, or as strong as you. I'm just a girl with a stupid sword."