'Teen Wolf' Imagines

Mates (Scott McCall x Reader)

Author's Note: This is something different from all the other Mates because I feel like the other three Mates stories are the same concept. Therefore, I won't be making a part two for this imagine.

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Scott lit his cigarette with his favorite black and red lighter. He inhaled deeply with his nose as his lips were wrapped around the cigarette. He was leaning against the seat of his parked bike. His hair was heavily slicked back with gel. He wore a white shirt underneath his worn out black leather jacket and a pair of black boots. His friends were laughing about some stupid thing Brad did at the house party this past weekend. They were in the school parking lot. At least 7 parking spaces were filled with their bikes, a mix combination of Harleys, Daytonas, and Choppers that have been passed down to them by their uncles or fathers who were also a part of the Beacon Hills Bikers Gang.

"So, what's the plan?" Schmidt asked.

"Spray paint our logo across the gym wall," Julio answered as he ran his hand against his hair.

"Let's show those sons of bitches we run this school, not those stupid wannabe bikers," Jimmy said with annoyance as he dropped his cigarette next to his shoe before stepping on it. "Can you believe those little fuckers gave themselves a name?"

"The Ridin' Dirty Bikers," Dom laughed controllably. "Who the hell came up with that lame ass name?"

"Enough!" Jesus called out, his voice overpowering everyone else's. His dad was the leader of their gang, so by default, he was in charge of this age group and the kids in middle school that would soon join their gang in a year or two. "Scotty Boy, did you bring the spray cans?"

"When have I ever failed you?" Scott said coolly as he dropped a duffle bag filled with spray cans of their gang colors.

The boys laughed and hollered as they each grabbed a can and started walking towards the gym. As they walked by the library, the doors opened. The guys froze in place and turned around to see who it was. Y/N had just stepped out with her backpack on and her cheerleading duffle bag hanging from her shoulder. When she saw the guys in front of her, she rolled her eyes and walked away.

Jesus was about to go after her, but Scott grabbed his shoulder. "I got this."

"You sure, Scotty Boy?" Scott nodded before he went after Y/N. When he caught up to her, she was already unlocking her car. He wondered how she got across the school and parking lot so quickly.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, Scotty Boy," she mocked while doing her best Jesus impression.

"It better be, or else you know what will happen."

She chuckled and shook her head. "You don't scare me."

"You should be," he said, as he got closer to her. She rolled her eyes as she tossed her backpack and duffle bag in the backseat.

"I'm shaking in my boots, McCall." She closed the door and opened the driver's door.

Scott closed the door and grabbed Y/N by the shoulders to turn her around to face him. "I know where you live."

"I know where you live," she said in an almost threatening voice as she jabbed a finger on his leather jacket.

"I'm in one of the most powerful gangs in town. You have no idea what kind of trouble I can cause," Scott threatened back.

"And you have no idea how much I can tear you apart." She said, as she looked him dead in the eye.

Scott laughed. "What are you going to do? Beat me to death with your pom-poms?"