The Badass Running With A Werewolf {Stiles Stilinski Fan Fiction}

In The Woods

Finally, the bell rang and I jumped out of my chair, literally thriving for this moment. The end of the day. I quietly made my way to my locker and opened it, grabbing my bag and shoving all my stuff in it. Slamming my locker, I turned around to face Stiles. "Wow, stalker much?" I grin, before heading towards the schools doors.

"Well, I prefer the term kind, welcoming, boy," Stiles shrugs, "So whatcha doing after school?"

"I'm not sure, probably gonna go find some trouble." I answer.

"How about you come with my friends and I somewhere?" He suggests, with a cheeky smile peeking out of his lips.

"And where would somewhere be?" I question, arching my eyebrows with little concern. I'd actually like to know what it is, maybe something fun. Well, I'm sure me and Stiles both have different definitions of fun.

"Bonfire in the woods." He says, "Maybe you'd like it?"

"It depends, is there gonna be boos there?" I investigate with a smirk.

"I guess there will be some, if you bring 'em." He shrugs lowly, with a sly smile.

"Then I suppose it wouldn't hurt tagging along," I agree, "Are you friends going to be okay with me coming?"

"They'd be thrilled to have someone come, they're very.. Happy people." He states, pausing before the word happy.  "Um, it starts at seven so, meet outside of the woods then?" He suggests, changing the subject immediately. I nod before turning away, and continuing back down the hall and out of the school doors. "I'll text you!" He holler quickly.

I turned around the corner of the school and bumped into a tell, curly haired guy. As soon as I grab my bag from the floor, I look up, meeting with his blue eyes. He wore a black leather jacket, baggy blue denim jeans, and some boots. "Uh, sorry, I guess." I groan, before he grins.

"You're new?" He asks, curiously.

"Yup." I reply, before looking away awkwardly. He was soo cute.

"I'm Isaac," He begins, "Been here since I was a freshman, if you need any help around her, cutie, look for me." He's a player. I can tell.

"Thanks, but I'll pass on being a hit it and quit it target." I coldy state, with no fear in my eyes as he was hoping there'd be.

"Who said I wanted that?" He arches his eyebrows with a flirty attitude.

"You didn't have to, I know your game." I fakely smile, before turning around.

"And what exactly is my game, babe?" He interrogates. I turn around a lowly laugh.

"Trying to get at every new girl that looks innocent enough for you then leaving them for nothing." I answer, walking back towards him. "Well, 'babe', I'm not as innocent as you think I am, I apologize."

"I like your attitude, it's sexy." He grins, biting his lip.

*****

I sat down on my couch in my loft, before inhaling deeply. My mom wasn't home, she was at work at her new job as a nurse, I think. I looked down at my phone and it was five, I might've stopped for coffee on the way home.. Don't judge me.

I sighed heavily and drug my feet upstairs and into my room where I closed the door behind me. I skipped over to my closet and put on some high-waisted grey mineral washed skinny jeans with distress going down both legs, a grey cable knit-top sweater, and oxford black matte boots.

Traveling into my bathroom, I peeked in the mirror, my make-up and hair with still fine so i put a black beanie on that had the words CAN YOU NOT printed in white on the front.  Looking down, I approved my outfit and checked my phone; 5:50 pm. I stuck my phone in my back pocket and grabbed my car keys before heading into my living room. I grabbed my leather bag and stuck some alcohol and shoved it in there.