Peter stalking Landon and Stiles at the winter formal
Peter stood in a gym full of Beacon Hills High School students. That fact that none of the faculty or students realized that he wasn't supposed to be there didn't impress him in the least. Honestly, he was pretty sure that he could kill them all one by one before someone even noticed. But that wasn't why he was there now.
No, Derek had been missing for the past couple of days and right now Peter was ready to get his revenge, but he needed his help to do so. He knew Scott had already saw him and was taking the youngest Argent somewhere, but that wasn't who he needed. He needed someone that had a special bond with his nephew.
He took another sniff in the air, when a similar scent finally made itself known. Casually, Peter strolled his way through the gym following the scent until his eyes fell onto Stiles and a random boy with red hair sitting at a table, "Do you want to dance?" Stiles asked the boy, who was sitting down and looked very disinterested.
"Pass." He claimed her even though it was clearly obvious that he was wishing that he was there with someone else.
Peter could smell the irritation that Stiles was radiating from across the floor, "Landon, get up - okay? You're gonna dance with me." Stiles demanded, standing up while shocking her date in the process, "I know that you would rather be here with Jackson instead of me but, I've had a crush on you since the third grade." Stiles confessed, "And I know what it's like to not know exactly what the other person is thinking," Peter listened to the speech with interest, "But I know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior there's an actual human soul and I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are." The boy, Landon apparently, seemed to have narrowed his eyes at her, but she doesn't blink an eye, "Uh - huh. And that once you're done pretending to be a nitwit - you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize."
"A Fields Medal." Landon replied, once Stiles was done with her rant.
"What?" Stiles asked clearly confused.
"Nobel doesn't have a prize for mathematics." Landon explained in a knowing tone, "The Fields Medal's the one I'll be winning."
"And that right there is the reason why I know how smart you are," Stiles told him, "You know what? Forget it and go find Jackson."
"What about your dance?" Landon asked, clearly trying to find some loophole into what the girl was saying.
"Forget the dance." Stiles answered honestly, sitting right back down, "I get it. Go be with someone that would make you happy."
Without another word Landon leaves the table, leaving Stiles all alone. Peter could smell the disappointment on her, but there was also a sense of happiness.
Right now, Peter could actually just grab the girl and go, but from his encounter with her Peter knew that she wasn't going to willingly help him and would definitely put up a fight, which would cause scene. Instead, he was going to have to have some leverage over her. Lucky, for him there was a certain red head about to wonder around the school all alone, that she cared about.
