Bloodlines

Part 1

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All my friends are heathens. Take it slow

First day back to school and you were late. Great. Running in just as the bell rang, you paused for just a second to look down at the slip of paper that had your locker number scrawled on it, looking back up quickly to scan the nearby numbers until you landed on yours. Jogging down the familiar hallways, you stopped in front of the locker designated to you, sighing as you swung it's blue door open, smirking at the creak of protest it gave at the motion. Believe me, I agree with you, you grinned as you had an internal conversation with the cubby hole. That's the exact noise I made when my alarm went off today.

The locker door to your left that had been wide open and obscuring the person rifling through it's contents with muttered curses just a second ago slammed shut, and you were brought face to face with your new locker mate.

It took a moment, both of you blinking repeatedly in shock until you finally found your voice again. "Stiles?" It was smaller than you intended, disbelieving, but happy.

His eyes wide, your old friend stared at you blankly for a moment too long before shaking his head, a grin climbing up his face. "Y/N?" His voice mirrored your own.

The two of you were just smiling like idiots, unable to do much of anything else, staring at one another. He had been your best friend, after all. Even after falling out of touch a few months back, you shared the type of bond you could pick right back up where you left off with minimal effort.

"What're you doing here?" He asked finally, scratching the back of his head in what looked like nerves. "I thought you moved-"

"We did, yeah. But dad got a call from your dad- er, the Sheriff, sorry, and said they had some openings as of recently, and could really use someone who knew the area. You know how my dad is in those woods, and my mom missed her old home town too much, so, tada!" You smiled wide, holding your hands out to the side with a flourish on the last word.

"Do you know anything in particular he was called back for?"

You raised your eyebrows at Stiles' sudden intensity and interest. "Um, something about animal attacks? You know my parents," you rolled your eyes with a chuckle. "Just wait, pretty soon my mom will have a petition to help the animal, catch it humanely, maybe even keep it in a zoo, and my dad will be leading the rangers through the woods tracking the darn thing, wanting to do the exact opposite." Huffing out a laugh, you looked at your shoes as you spoke. "Beacon Hills is about to get very interesting." You looked up at your friend through your lashes, keeping your face down to hide from the figurative embarrassment you were already beginning to feel from their impending antics. "They won't know how to handle my family."

Smiling a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes, and even seemed somewhat sad, Stiles hummed in what sounded like agreement. "Well, Beacon Hills has changed a lot since you have been here. One more family with old blood can't do too much damage. Seems the only sane people these days are the people with roots already in this town...."

"Nothing ever happens here! Did Hell freeze over? Did I miss some zombie apocalypse that has left this town one of the only surviving cities? Or was it even more drastic?" You gasped playfully, reaching a hand out to put on his forearm. "What, did Lydia Martin finally give you the time of day?"

He laughed softly at this, patting your hand on his arm before playfully shoving it away, looking over your shoulder distractedly. "Yeah, you could say that."

Turning to see what he was looking at, you saw another familiar face, Scott McCall, standing in the doorway of the entrance of the school, door propped slightly open as he gestured Stiles over while the warning bell rang again. "Skipping already, Stilinski?" You looked back to your friend in front of you, one eyebrow cocked sarcastically.