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❛❛ I have a plan. ❜❜
❛❛ Is it a good plan? ❜❜
❛❛ I have a plan! ❜❜
All Naomi McCall wanted was a fresh start when she returned to Beacon Hills, but what she returned to was a town infested with werewolves.
Ther...
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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗢 — 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈-𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 —
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄 smelt when she walked into the boy's locker room was sweat. She scrunched her nose up in disgust wondering how they haven't even played yet it already reeked of sweat and B.O in there.
Naomi swiftly maneuvered around all the lockers, walking by guys getting changed into their lacrosse gear. Though it was tempting to look at some of the shirtless guys, she kept her gaze dead ahead with a folder clutched tightly in her arms.
That is until she rounded a corner and saw the familiar buzz-cut boy facing his locker, his back to her. Her eyes lingered on his bareback for a split second as he slipped his gear on then his practice jersey with the number '24' on it. She hadn't even realized she had stopped.
Naomi snapped out of her daze, her face flushing red, inwardly deciding to ignore and forget the fact she just checked her best friend out.
Stiles turned around with his lacrosse stick in hand, jumping in surprise when he saw the girl standing there. "Oh! Hey, Naomi. What are you doing in the... boys locker room?" He asked wearily as he glanced at the rest of the locker room, double checking it was the boys and not the girls. A circumstance he would find himself in, in all honesty.
Naomi cringed as she realized how bad this probably looked, but was quick to explain herself, "I'm here to drop off some of my shots and pick up the schedule for the games and practices from Coach so I can take pictures."
He blinked in surprise, "Wait, you're actually committing to that bit? I thought—"
"Something tells me that one time won't be the last that we talk supernatural drama during lacrosse." She then added on quickly, almost shyly, "And the experience is good for my portfolio so..."
He nodded casually, smiling to himself but choosing not to comment on that last part, "I'll show you where his office is."
Stiles knew Naomi's passion for photography, as it had been the source to many gift ideas when Scott was too unoriginal to think of anything else and asked Stiles who seemed to always have something more creative in mind. She was quite good, but was visibly uncomfortable when she was complimented about it.
He picked his moments to do so, and he'd spare her this time.
They walked together past a few lockers until Scott caught her eye. He was leaning against his locker shirtless, seeming a little shaken up and pale, almost as though he had seen a ghost.
Great, was she going to have to add that to her list of supernatural problems?
"Hey, Scottie, did you apologize to Allison?" Naomi asked, figuring maybe something went wrong with her and praying against the ideas of ghosts. It was the only other thing that came to her mind as of why he would look so distraught since that's all he seemed to think about lately.
