Imagine: Stiles when you join the school.
Coach stood at the front of the class with a hand on your shoulder.
"Which one of you morons,"He bellowed."wants to show my daughter around the school?!"
You watched a several people put up their hands.
"Greenburg, put your hand down you don't have a chance."Your dad scoffed."Stilinski!"
"Yes, coach."A boy near the front of the class answered.
You silently hoped he'd show you around the school because he was really cute.
"You can show Y/N around school."Your dad decided.
The boy hit his desk."Yes!"
You giggled before taking your seat.