Warning: This fiction will contain themes of homosexual relationships, graphic sex, hints of bestiality (meaning knotting), and violence. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters; this is purely a work of fiction based off of the TV show Teen Wolf. This is not profit based.

He just couldn't, for the life of him, get his stupid locker to open. He banged his hand against it and immediately recoiled from the slight stinging pain that was now his palm. He cursed to the high heavens as Scott heard the cursing and waltzed over to Stiles' locker. "You okay there?" he asked with his dopey, almost lopsided grin.

"Oh yeah, I am completely fine. The girl of my dreams still refuses to acknowledge my presence, I didn't make first line in the lacrosse team, and my damn locker will not open. I am absolutely peachy," he responded with a huff. He wasn't normally so bitchy, he just wanted his life to go the way he wanted it to for once. He never really expected Lydia, perfect Lydia, to ever respond to his advances, but when she decided to date Jackson, the biggest douche in the entire school, Stiles' pride felt more than a little wounded.

"Well, let me help you out there," he said with his hands up to cautiously slink around Stiles to put his hands on the lock. "It's really not that hard to open a locker. Just be patient with it," he said with a click as his fingers magically opened the lock with ease. Stiles knew he did not have to worry about Scott knowing his combination, it's not like he had anything worth stealing anyway.

"We both know that patience isn't your strong suit either".

"Yeah yeah, just get your stuff already; we'll be late to Chemistry," Scott said with an uncharacteristic snort. Since when did Scott care about class time? Last time Stiles checked, his best friend was flunking every class. He swore that it actually took an effort to fail so miserably. He guessed you could say that his best friend wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. Stiles quickly stuffed his chemistry book into his backpack with some notebooks and quickly strode to class, giving Scott a questioning look over his shoulder as they both made it to class just as the bell rang.

"Class, we now have a new student joining us today. Please be sure to welcome Ms. Allison Argent into our classroom," The teacher's snarky tone rang out as she introduced the girl, Allison. "You may take a seat in front of Scott," she said as she pointed to him in his row. It wasn't hard to notice the way Scott nearly audibly squeaked from in his seat as the new Argent girl made eye contact with him.

Stiles rolled his eyes as he knew that his best friend would now be fawning over her every little move. Stiles really couldn't blame Scott for acting so nervous around the girl; she was definitely what society would call "pretty". She had a small frame, high cheekbones, and dark hair that was very full with small curls sitting at the small of her back. Stiles had to admit to himself that he would probably be smitten with her too if there hadn't been someone in his heart already, Lydia. The thought of Lydia made him outwardly groan, catching the attention of the other students as they eyed him weirdly. He glanced up at the clock as he started tapping his foot impatiently as his mind distanced itself from the teacher's ramblings. Today was going to be a long day, he just knew it.

When the bell finally rang for lunch later that day, he was dreading the incoming onslaught of his best friend's new puppy love. And just as he thought that, his friend came whipping around the corner into the lunch room, heading straight for Stiles.

"Dude, you can make it a little less obvious about the subject you want to talk about," Stile laughed lightly as he saw Scott's eyes go wide, disbelieving.

"You don't even know what I was going to say though".

"I don't need to be a detective to know that you want to talk about Allison Argent. You're love-struck my friend," he laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows comically, his bad mood from earlier today now forgotten. He saw Scott's eyes widen even more, giving him a puppy look that he would say was cute, he would just never say that out loud. "Yeah, yeah, you got me there. Sometimes, it's like I don't even have to speak with you Stiles," Scott said as he started doing cheesy psychic sound affects you would sometimes hear in old movies. Stiles raised his eyebrows, unamused.

"Dude, I'm serious. You need to help me talk to Allison. She's perfect. Just look at her!" he swooned as he stuck his spoon full of mashed potatoes in his mouth. He nearly choked on his spoon as Lydia walked by, with Allison in tow.

Stiles hit Scott's back to try to relieve his choking, not in the slightest bit worried for his friend and his shenanigans. His friend was a little overdramatic, but sometimes it could be endearing. "Look, I'll help you talk to her tomorrow, but don't get your hopes too high. She may be pretty on the outside, but you don't know who she is. You can't tell she's "perfect" as you put it, because you don't know her yet," he calmly said as he looked ahead at the table where Lydia usually sat, but now Allison sat there as well.

"Yeah, I know. Lighten up. All this serious talk is making my appetite go away," Scott said as he shoveled in the last bit of potatoes into his mouth. Stiles didn't think Scott would ever have a problem with appetite; the guy ate like a pig. He had to admit though, watching Scott eat was a spectacle to behold because nobody knew where he put all the food.

The bell rang again, signaling that lunch was over as Stiles' head snapped up from the noise. He looked to Scott and smiled when he saw him grumpily throw his tray of food away. Stiles normally ate cafeteria food, but he brought his lunch this time, which he was going to gladly eat on the way home. He was never really hungry during lunch time anyway.

He walked with Scott in the hallways until they had to split up to go to separate classes, but before he left, he mouthed a question to Scott since the principal was walking past them.

"Wha..? Stiles, you know that I can't read lips," he said loudly with his eyebrows scrunching up in concentration. Stiles gave out an aggravated huff and said, "Come over tonight, I made some plans".

"Oh, okay". And that was that. They both hurried off to their classes as Stiles whipped his phone out of his pocket. Once inside the classroom he sat down at his desk and had the phone hidden under the desk with his fingers poised over the letters to send a text to Scott.

M y place, tonight. We're going on an adventure. Have your flashlight and be at my house around 10.

-Stiles

Stiles sighed as he read the text again, making sure to be vague just enough so that Scott felt obligated to indulge in his night escapades. If he were too specific, Scott might not be interested in going with him. Stiles just felt the urge to do something. Something was making him anxious and jumpy; maybe it was his A.D.D acting up again. He bit his lip and tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, not even noticing that he was taping his pencil against his desk until the teacher started giving him death glares. He mouthed a 'sorry' to the teacher and tried to keep still for the rest of the class. Yes, tonight had to relieve at least some of the boredom he was feeling. He kept twitching in his seat as he looked up at the clock and groaned for the second time that day; today is going to be a long day indeed.

Author's note: Hello, this is my first time doing a Teen Wolf fanfiction, so any tips would be appreciated. As for a sneak peek into the next chapter, the title will be "Into the woods". I'll let you guys assume what that means. Reviews are very much appreciated, so if you like the story, feel free to leave a review!