Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Teen Wolf
Styles never thought of himself as feminine. He was smart, he spent time at the library, he had issues but he never thought of being gay as one of them. He had crushes but he never told anyone, his sexuality was more something he kept to himself.
He liked the library; it offered him a safe haven and comfort. He usually just dove into the books but when his ADD posed too much of a problem he would go over to the other side of the library. The building was split into three parts, the upper lever was for yuppies and frat boys, the lower level was half used for actual library purposes, and the other half was where the druggies hung out. Whenever his ADD was bothering him, Styles, would get something to calm himself from the "drug zone." Styles was having one such day where, being out of it was better than reality so he made his way over. There were people lying on tables, books scattered everywhere across the floor, and some people had even pulled the bookshelves in a way that made a kind of barricade. Styles walked into their little box of a room and already felt the stuffiness creep in. The air was thick with smoke and it made it hard to see where you were going. Styles, not new to the scene, knew exactly where to go and he made his way over to one of the sleeping people. He shoved him off the desk to rouse him and as he landed with a loud flop his eyes fluttered open.
"Styles, my main man." He said slowly as he got to his feet.
"Just give me the usual and I'll be on my way." Styles said roughly.
"Price's gone up." He responded.
"I don't have much more money." Styles both warned and pleaded.
"We got a new guy, boss type. He set the prices higher." The druggie said.
"I've been here longer than he has. Just give me my usual." Styles bit back. The guy sighed and nodded as he began rummaging through his pockets. He produced a few cigarettes and handed them over as Styles slapped some money in his hand. He turned around and bumped into a hard chest. Cursing he looked up at the wall of a man. "Watch it punk." Styles said before he could stop his mouth. He heard a small growl but ignored it as he pushed by and left the toxic waste of the drug zone. Styles got back to the desk where he had left his things. Today had been a bad day and all he wanted to do was shut himself up in his room and inhale the smoke he had just bought. It was not meant to be. Styles let his face give away nothing at the glue and glitters that had been put on his bag. His simple black backpack now had the word FAG glued into it with glitter. He looked up at the balcony and saw the frat boys standing there laughing. He really just wanted to be left alone.
"Very clever. Did it take you 14 years of schooling to learn to spell that?" Styles asked bitterly. He picked up his bag and some of the glitter fell off but the word was still very visible. He really hated frat boys. He began making his way to the door when he heard a scream. He turned around to find one of the frat boys, Jackson, being hung over the edge of the balcony by his ankles. Styles gaped at the picture as the rest scattered. He recognized the man holding the frat boy as the "wall" he had run into earlier. He moved closer and took his phone out. Snapping a few pictures of the horrified face before he posted them on every social media sight known to man. He let out a manic laugh but was cut short when the frat boy was returned to his feet. He ran like a mad woman and then the "wall" shot a look at Styles. He was a big man, muscular, tall, and dangerous looking and with a glare like that most people would be running but Styles, he had to thank the guy. He watched as he made his way down the stairs and then over to the smaller man.
"That was awesome." Styles said sheepishly. He was small compared to the massive man but he somehow didn't feel like he should be running. "My name's Styles." He said sticking his hand out.
"You should wash that off." He said nodding to the glitter and ignoring the hand before walking away, returning to the "drug zone." Damn, Styles thought, that man was beautiful.